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since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen,
tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs,
(one could don underwear
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip cone: one nine four seven three,
this resident doth not find *****
disproportionate amount of time,
he spends never to overhear
the mostly soundproof walls
inside apartment b44 assigned midyear,
one bedroom living social space
gives ample opportunity to assess linear
ratcheting asper elderly folks inch along
chronological space/time continuum
fragile as jasperware
many experience diminution
of vital sensory organs, and oft time cannot hear
even without television blasting away,
no doubt harboring anticipatory anxiey sans,
grim reaper's unannounced visit they fear
their non verbal body language
(when aye espy and stride-rite past,
an old lady or man riding shot gun
securely strapped in wheel chair,
shuffling back where buffalo used to roam,
or trudging to common all purpose gathering place)
speaks volumes analogous to a frightened deer
when caught blindsided
within bright lights of an automobile 'ere
unsure which way to go, and dashing out in the thick
of evening rush hour traffic,
lacking notion, the figurative coast not clear
subsequently doe ting bucks killed, where birds of prey
thence loftily circle gracefully
gliding within upper atmospheric air
page number two:
upon scrutinizing what doth appear
as a hollowed out existence induces me to de clear
to maximize utilizing each precious moment 'ere
before each major metaphorical cog and gear
frankly zaps, this dude looks like a lady,
cuz ah ma longish bedraggled hydrogen peroxide tinted hair
me haint give a rats ass
what rumor mongers relish, and behind me back jeer
Since old people lack for purposefulness tis unlike to leer
that one day (fast as snap of fingers), lack of being ambulatory t'will be near
and upon limitation in physical functionality, aye aim to app pear
motivated to partake of mental exercises just sitting on me rear.
They channelized the news
the quick zapped flash of fact undeniably
taking the opportunity by storm
by the contortions of varsity
they proclaimed so devoutly
the new acceptable norm
of an already butchered normality
And who with applause
with the legalized blurb
of an unhealthful profanity
the television population
kept their provocation alive
hidden behind doors
as death walked among them
merely to survive
hearing the empty rattle of dooms day call
the trumpets fuselage had deceived them all
Oh bitter masquerade in the taste of paper
the hand molded slap
clogs the gutter with rubber
buffoons in charge of social dementia
and the sneaking suspicion
of every person
has them walking with death
as death walks among them
Untimely unexpected this demand for survival
a battering ram of glibly emergency
and save your lives arrival
comes suddenly
inconsistent confusion splutters on the TV
when the all-purpose hype
has cathode-ray clowns to feed fears delivery
then freedom of choice becomes an infection of liberty
The made-up-make-up media mass
belching the flatulent garbage of its printed press
apply their corporate hegemony assets
to techniques in management of human risks
collectively bankrupt up to your eyes in it
improving the performance of gathering your debts
and the sneaking suspicion
of every person
has them walking with death
while life walks among them
Ah but paranoia that destroyer of reason
comes sweating in its countless number of millions
and swears itself by egos vanity
who's truth will be true to plausible deniability
yesterdays insanity will teach the children
life may survive with added security
danger playtime warning isolated detachment
fear, fear, fear, is the message from them
jabbed in the arm of mandatory vaccination
And that sneaking suspicion
in the eyes of every person
ushers in a future of more uncertain
walking with yet another apparition of death
and so many other scarey phantoms
to choose from
while the liberty of choice
becomes the disease of freedom
Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",
or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain
most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,
he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language used by Jews
in central and eastern Europe
before the Holocaust.
Originally German dialect with
words from Hebrew, and
several modern languages and
today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia.
Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof)
linkedin courtesy heredity,
supposition nuts so crazy nor insane,
yet nothing further about biology
Iberia lee kant hex Spain
emotional status concomitantly
intertwined with possible causes
such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral,
Cognitive, Neurological,
Environmental - inextricably lodged
within cerebral domain
manifesting as countless
fixations, I disdain
(in retrospect) precious time forsaken,
and absolute zero benefits to gain,
and inflicted severe strain
father and mother felt helpless,
especially when anorexia nervosa
nearly imperiled life source villain
rent asunder body electric drivetrain
brought corporeal standstill
loosed maniac running
rampant within brain
emaciation delivered me
at death's door
prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil
nsync with psychiatric intervention plus
mother as licensed practical nurse wayne
wright me malnourished body
nutrient fortified drinks,
I passively did abstain
eventually grudgingly gained weight
buffering scrawny skeletal
skein knee membrane
definitely stunted growth plus chain
reaction impacted livingsocial
courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne
promoted cultural revival known
as Matthew Scott Harris'
Carolingian Renaissance.
Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles.
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness.
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness.
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying.
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles.
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven.
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps.
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation.
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness.
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch.
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy,
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes,
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters,
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders,
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness,
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras
Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
Using a fruit and veggie jucier
juice
1 small onion
2 clove of garlic
3 medium cucumber
1/2 cup of apple
1/2 lemon
1 Tablesoon of fresh rosemary
measure 1 cup
add to
1 cup of milk
makes 2 cups of Savory Mil------------------
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1 cup savory milk (recipe above)
1/2 cup (minus 2 Tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
4 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon table salt
2 cups of all-purpose flour sifted
8 large eggs whisked in a bowl
In a 3-quart stainless-steel saucier or saucepan, combine water (or milk), butter, sugar (if using), and salt.
et over high and and cook until liquid comes to a rolling boil and butter has fully melted, about 2 minutes (the small butter cubes should be fully melted just about at the same time the liquid hits a strong boil).
Remove from heat and add flour. Using a wooden spoon or stiff silicone spatula, thoroughly mix in flour until no lumps remain make sure to find and squish out out any stubborn one
Return saucepan to medium-high heat and cook, stirring very frequently, until dough registers 175°F (80°C) on an instant-read thermometer; if you don't have a thermometer, other signs the dough is ready include a thin starchy film forming all over the inside of the saucier and the dough pulling together into a cohesive mass.
To use a stand mixer: Transfer dough to a stand mixer fitted with the paddle and beat at medium speed until dough registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer (you need the dough cool enough that it doesn't cook the eggs when they hit it).
No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we encounter
No matter how many creatures we dissect
How far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further; one more word to pen
One more iota of information to uncover.
Our storehouses of knowledge
Do not help us survive
Though we hope they will;
For we must believe we will continue.
It all depends upon
One more grain of knowledge
A puzzle with the answer we all desire
Then will we be forever.
Not as a race entire,
Not through works of art
Not from words of wisdom,
Conquest or slaughter,
But the egoistic Self,
The person, the arrogant mind;
What matters if there is or is not a god?
The query is merely: Will I be forever.
That there is life beyond life
Is the dream, the hope,
Of blind misbegotten certainty.
Are we not like a drop of water
That quenched a thirst for knowledge
Then evaporated, but still exists?
Please do not suppose "We are not."
When no more doubt remains
Then shall humanity crumple
And fade from the universe
No longer possessed
Of the undivine quest
No longer needing to persist in this land
When another, we insist, so surely waits.
For now, the starships search outer realms
The pen transcribes the mind
While seldom do we stop to reflect how
If ever the destination is at hand
We will have lost all purpose.
c1973
An earnest poem from my youth, tossed in a file box and stored away lo these many decades.
Forget for one moment time and space
Let go of destination and place
Forget what lies within and everything that surrounds you
Empty your mind of bias and let fact and truth shine through
View your life as a series of actions and events
Let go of all purpose and consequence
View your reflection as if you’d never seen that face before
As if you could only assume what that stranger is striving for
From the outside looking in could you determine where stagnation ends and ambition might begin?
Could you see solutions to conflicts come and gone, the difference between right and wrong?
Line up all the events of that life and gaze upon them for what they are
Collect the ones that are good and pure; mend all that might scar
Edit this life as you see fit, if you have the power to heal the wounds than why not do it?
Now let yourself once again claim the eyes staring back at you
Let passion and desire shine through
Armed with the knowledge of a foreign observer could you decipher all the lessons learned?
Could you use the past to better prepare yourself for all the pages left unturned?
Ask yourself is that the life you want to see?
Is that the person you want to be?
Throughout life we succeed and we fail, sometimes we try our hardest to no avail
But we must keep trying, even if there is no one waiting to recite our glorious tale
Push yourself every day to accomplish more than the day before, to redefine the word far
Appreciate the rewards and cherish the struggles, for it’s in the attempt that we find out who we really are
Lost
She is all purpose this one,
Desperate in her passions
Wild and perilous
Moods akin to seasons in extreme
Her humor, an ocean
Roiling, rolling
Continuous movement
Treacherous
False faced and abysmal
Hearty and splendid
Terrible and opaque
Yielding nothing
None of its deep seeded truth
Beautiful on the surface
Shimmering
Golden under sunlight
Silver in moonshine
But dark, deep,
Seething and terrible
Beneath.
She sells sea shells on the seashore…..
And throws a tantrum or two
Eyes of sky
Turn to ice
Poetry, to venom.
In the garden she walks
midst the multicolored beds
of slowly wilting flowers
the serpent ever watchful
while her hero sleeps
blissful and unaware
happy in his ignorance
mighty in his folly
king of his world
dismembered by his own Member
upstart idol, cyclopean god.
Rage lends her beauty
And her wild fury
Madness.
There is futility in her ways
Like a reed to every wind
This way that way
Swaying
I see no truth
Only lies on lies
Until
Standing at the height of a pyramid
One sees all but knows nothing
Only murky horizons and gloom laden skies
In her eyes
I see reflection
Upon her tongue
Sits a stranger.
To Babel I came
In the noon hour of spring
And they all spoke in tongues
So there was no understanding between us.
Yet in the first we were like brothers
Knew one another from a crowd of millions
Chose to walk astride each other
Against the flow
Braving the tide
Until wearied by toil
We were washed away
And lost.
Carlos
Form:
No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we meet
No matter how many strange creatures we study or dissect
No matter how far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further; one more word to pen
One more iota of information to uncover.
Our great storehouses of knowledge do not help us survive
Though we hope it will; we must believe we will survive
Upon that one more grain of knowledge we all desire to know
That which is just knowing: will we be forever alive.
Not as a race, not through works of art
Not from words of wisdom
But the egoistic Self, the person, the lonesome mind
What matters if there is or is not a god?
The question is merely: Will I be forever.
That there is life beyond life
Is the dream, the hope, the blind misbegotten certainty
Are we not like a drop of water
That quenched a thirst for knowledge
Then evaporated, but still exists?
When no more doubt remains
Then shall humanity crumple and fade from the universe
No longer possessed
Of divine quest
No longer needing to survive in this land
When another so surely waits.
For now, the starships search the outer realms
The pen transcribes the mind
While seldom do we stop to reflect
That if the destination were ever in hand
We will have lost all purpose.
circa 1973