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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.
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
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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
Versus me
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish painting)
while skirt chasing
and playfully tackling,
a gamesome gamine with verve
mercilessly coquettish ingenue
"precociously seductive"
overgrown Lolita wannabe.
Solitude and introvertedness
mebbe made more manifest destiny
courtesy severe nasal notable twang
(otherwise known as split uvula)
yours truly wittingly drew taunts
and unutterable pang
to escape being bullied as scapegoat
entering magical world
of mine imagination
fostered learning about
all creatures great and small
by age appropriate books.
Logophile lusts ever stronger after
twenty six letter combinations
(analogously surrendering to mistress)
that yield an estimated 171,146 words
currently in use in the English language;
according to the Oxford English Dictionary,
an additional 47,156 obsolete words exist.
I luxuriate engrossed
with choice reading material
and out of desperation
to slake insatiable thirst
(to discern syllabification)
yours truly doth read aloud
intently hearing cadence
of vowels and consonants.
Up until I entered six grade
(at Henry Kline elementary -
a one classroom per grade - school)
classmates bullied, derided,
and feigned to hammer -
jabbing leering, nasty
pimping ragout as a rule
which boyhood self of mine
availed a perfect bullseye target
with combination of diminutiveness,
being painfully quiet,
essentially remaining mum the entire day
except when called upon to answer question
thence utterance emanating between lips
produced and emitted
a strong nasal sound to boot
grist for the mill
sans malice meted, mimicked,
and mocked mashup
of mine warped congestion.
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
Claims Still Unrhymed
Buried alive
the secrets we keep
Covered over
in memories deep
Waiting for miners
with claims still unrhymed
To assay what’s hidden
— there waiting to find
*****
The Beauty Of Nuance
When man controls
technology
decorum availed
But when
technology controls man
the classless prevail
When machines
do the thinking
with hard drives as boss
The beauty
of nuance
— and subtleness lost
*****
Schematics
Writing a
novel
Is like building
a house
You start with
a blueprint
That guides you
throughout
You raise it
with framing
Then wire
the lines
And coat it
with pigment
To forever
— define
(The New Room: June, 2026)
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
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*
Spoken And/Or Written Words
Time gone by e'er since being quiet natured boy,
more so nowadays declare exhausting countless
hours expending, extolling, and exuding prufuse
joy, no surprise, asper experiencing passion, sans
reading (select age appropriate material as a lad in
make believe world) still bespectacled bright eyed
and bushy tailed, (most absolutely definitely agog)
accentuating, expanding vis a vis jabbering (within
privacy afford double one bedroom apartment B44)
erudition enthusiastically verbalizing printed material
in general, and exercising vocal cords aloud, not cuz
I admire krispy, raspy whispery voice particular, but
hearing and seeing appealing genres (mine, though
morse hoe published authors especially informational)
purportedly not "FAKE" news incorporating sounding
out plus seeing words supposedly reinforces learning,
yet another less obvious pleasure (exclusive domain
availed primarily thru thesaurus brethren i.e. yepper
alphabetized lexicon, otherwise known as dictionary)
offers insight learning esoteric etymological minutiae
(just as quickly forgotten), which historical evolution
finds me temporarily linkedin both audiologically and
visually regarding forebears, (essentially transporters
thru numberless centuries) unwittingly, unknowingly,
unequivocally mumbling, modifying, massaging ever
evolving pronunciations sustaining communication as
living entity sustained throughout avast misty age pre
seeding impressing symbols (whether twenty six letters
of English language) upon tangible medium spurring
linguists to surmise aural and oral characteristics, and
no doubt searching complex edifice contemporary alive
tongues exhibited taking page from legacy of lingua
franca no longer extant.
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
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