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Alousius was a most auspicious bird
He was also a bit daffy and wacky
And constantly went awry and absurd
As a bird one might say he was absolutely atrocious
And his appetency of eating rotten week old berries
Gave him the worst possible case of halitosis
Oh How! he did anguish the blue birds next door
That fell from their perches every time he exhaled
Emitting an odor that was completely obnoxious for
Any bird's friendship of his allure to be availed
How could he assuage this most delicate dilemma?
With great gusto he would absolve to reverse his song
By inhaling on the exhale which was quite a "problema"
He would absolve the stench like crimes to become one who
Soon was known as the famous rare species of legend's throng
As the ooooooOOOOOOHCOOOOOOooooo Cuckoo
Onward Christian soldiers
Armed with your risks and dares
Proclaiming your new year resolutions
Assessing your evolution
From all your years of resolving
Solving, dissolving and involving
With all your learning and experience
With your mastered resilience and expedience
From seasons of pain and agony
That birthed your compelling testimony
With memories of good old days
With hope of righteousness that pays
With seared assurance
Of peace within whatever turbulence
Of salvation availed to all men
Of God’s promises yes and Amen
Of the unchanging God even in changing times
Of His ever new mercies each morning in rhyme
Of His long life attested to by the years
That we welcome in pomp, color and cheers
Ever to the believer so sure a premium
Even 24 years into the millennium
And may we know what we live for
Even as we hope and pray for many more
*A HAPPY NEW AND PROSPEROUS 2024*
Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
When Alex was tasked to pen eight straight A’s for an animate cause
He adjusted the angle arched forth in awe and anticipated attunement
Ached with attrition and attributed an array afore attaching amends
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Please do not absolve me from my shortcomings misgivings and sins
Torturous anguish needs the suffering of suffering to light a candle
Of hope to assuage waxen heartbreak and all-consuming darkness
The allure of kindling a fire to burn unpleasant memories and gloom
Auspicious temptation to bury the past under a cover of dusty deceit
Amounts to nothing but awry dis-balance on a false screen of imposture
When understandable appetency promises fake lightness and ease
Remember that self-denial is far more atrocious than dealing with pain
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Assignments had never appealed without accompaniment of adroitness
Alex felt an ambitious affectation arising in aplomb to alleviate anxiety
‘Angst anger aberration abhorrence’ he appraised an arbitrary approach
‘Abuse addiction archaic arbitration apparition’ appealed its approval
‘Anhedonia analgesia anathema alluvium’ availed an asylum for absentia
‘Bemusedly boring’ he bellowed in bewildered bondage to belligerence
A barrage of baggage beckoned for the bragging breakaway bastard
Before he was befallen by braggadocious banter and blacked out appeased
Contorted dreams echoed devilish frustration garrotting the . . .yodelling zombie
28th October 2019
Head of two person patriarchy...
Breathes sigh of relief
(like toe tilly gnarly mon)
footing expenses good grief.
Onus encompassing marital
responsibilities with (Holy Scott)
Matt man locked dread
precariously rested squarely and unfairly
upon mine figurative lead
pencil necked geek hirsute head,
and bony shoulders, that said
lemme communicate with modesty
and frankly earnest Sesame Street cred
hoop fully words understandable
meant tubby easily interpreted and read
lookout for courtesy double entendres
signalling where Willy wed
did himself, yet careful to tread,
no faster than sixty nine as he sped
into forbidden, verboten two lipped arrid
hot zone bubbling volcanic oasis
plunging his swollen jughead
suffocating till gratefully dead.
Reroute threaded needle gaining nascent
ability to manage independent living,
whereby counterpart availed
her pheromone scent
spurring feeling heightened testosterone,
within instantaneous moment
thus took tactile apprenticeship
receiving mail order bride thru
correspondence course sent,
I also donned role of special ops agent
provocateur, a hardened gent
fluke how I became
process of elimination chosen incumbent
learned, familiarized, adept...
grudgingly accepted covenant
to pay affordable low income rent,
plus manage other monthly bills due, i.e.
water, telecommunications insurance
(automobile and renters), and electric -
companies (Aqua Pennsylvania, Verizon,
Nationwide and Peco
respectively) with efficient
aplomb mastered (dub bate double)
art of being accommodating tenant.
Twenty one Earth orbitz ago...
February fourth two thousand and twenty...
Shana Aubrey Harris
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREETING,
albeit eleven days early
Countless years after papa
took thee and Eden
to favorite outing namely five below
other go to places included
Target, Old Navy, Chipotle,
and Santa Fe Burrito
four other bricks and
mortar sites thee dough
ting dada availed himself
ah... memories still echo
with sentimental emotions that flow
despite blur of intervening years
geesh...,how quickly ye did grow
already now high ho high ho
off to work and/or school ye go
still at times, I get teary eyed
sniffle... sniffle... sniffle
think drama and Shakespeare's Iago
analogous emotional family tension
my humblest apologies,
I may not really know
if high dudgeon ye felt toward me
opprobrious indiscretions
shenanigans (mine) generic Joe
cur overstepped bounds of decency,
whereat family dynamics attained little low
coe motion unfairly inflicting mo'
harm than good on innocent lass
forced to weather no
peace of mind, especially when living
at 1148 Greentree Lane - oh
when battle axe and henchmen
demanded we move
(reed get evicted) pronto
Harris family crisis took kamikaze nosedive
in one direction,
now I strive for status quo
and love how lee thee row... row... row
your boat gently down the stream.
breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied
Innocuously within fleshy tissue til oncologist could not hide
Truth from females that birthed and availed motherly guide
among most ever Harris heiress, whence treatment fried
will power to live (I can only imagine) as rogue growth did elide
as nemesis to body politick where no boxes of tissues dried
the river of tears when such news shell shocked me – I cried
for indiscriminate injustice whence fate snatched me father’s bride
shunting any trivial tit for tat resentments re: grudges aside.
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no other priority but being alive matters when surgeon knife
for malignant curse forces impending mortals to value life
purposeless double mastectomy performed when invisible mass rife
with errant duty to destroy sense and sensibility commanding strife
whether circumstance involved me eldest sister (still alive) or the late wife.
me octogenarian widower father summoned breastworks when last breath
o me long deceased mother – vehemently opposed being sentenced to death
no matter visualization practiced – such as furiously swapping with broom
who truthfully cursed with ovarian cancer, which spelt her actual doom
an unstoppable toxic brew within her being that coursed as meandering flume
Time elapsed, yet still difficult to espy wedding pictures with handsome groom
that would be my 20 plus year old father unbeknownst ill fate would loom
occupying cellular wall street where awry growth jostled for room
a harbinger of lifelessness, whereby she chose creation versus burial in a tomb
many fifty odd decades after my youngest sister exited the womb!
by: matthew scott harris
Swing of rhythm from winter bleary
to appealing chords of change
in April's nibbling nudge of growth
to lance clay earth - a listless shield
Shafts of sun, filling voids, to starch
the landscape clean
April rains restore sponge dry ground
wet drops that hang on branches
like small crystal
Carpeted loops of spring bluebells below
lift whispered worries
pert cupped flowers worth praising
signs renewal
like the world that catches on to truth
Tucked in new warmth,
tree buds open
eyelids of green
an unhurried arrival
like promises
accepted
by April's idleness
sweet potion
availed
in the muddy spin
of spring
ignited
Poem composed: April 12, 2021
Revised April 6, 2023
It started out so peaceful
It was God's Sabbath's rest
No work to be done in it
Just to keep it Holy, blessed.
But someone picked forbidden fruit
And ate of it; a mortal sin
Much to their shame and all good things
The day was cursed and all therein.
Eternally to dwell in dark
Locked in time and out of reach
A hell from which none could escape
A abyss, no ladder's length could breach.
Light fled that frozen habitat
Where the hopeless dwell and chaos rule
Where the pitch of darkness grew so black
A pit no pendulum could move.
So time refused to hear their cry
For a new day to come and vanquish this
And many sought a way to die
Death turned it's back to their request.
Oh, who is able to please Great God
And pay the ransom it would cost
No one was found, not one availed
It seemed to all that all was lost.
Yet a sacrifice was offered up
So pleasing in it's selflessness
The cause of which was wonderful
And able, yes, to stand the test.
And God did quickened certain ones
On whom the wicked could do no work
It was a glorious trump of God
When Jesus Christ came down to earth.
Now we can walk a better path
And hope one day to gain all truth;
The paradise we lost back then
Retract the hell that sin let loose.
RETA PRUITT
August 21, 2016
There was a time
When lines were clear;
A certain rhyme
Was set to steer.
Those were the days
Of simply plain;
A worthwhile stray
On pleasure-pain.
There was a gaze
In sweetness sad;
A simple craze
In thoughts most glad.
Those were the ways
We stopped to look;
Set in sure say
In tinted book.
There was a tale
In crispy page;
Thoughts we availed
From stage to stage.
Those days of glee
Indulged in peace;
Naive and free
With joy and ease.
There was a time
Where mimics stooped;
A square where mimes
Dazzled and drooped.
Those times have come
And now are gone;
Those rhymes that sum
Loiter to taunt.
Leon Enriquez
05 January 2015
Singapore