Long Battleground Poems

[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The Facts you give me circumvent
those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
although they...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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t was half past five before sunrise, 
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn, 
just an hour after a bloody confrontation, 
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre, 
with hungry cats...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only...

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Written for my earthly adoptive, adaptive; Father.



Who passed away from cancers of the spine, brain, and lungs. 



He told me that he had a good life and was honestly grateful to our Creator for this!



No,...

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PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Smoke rising from the ground
Obscures the pools of blood
Where soldiers uttering sounds
Lie dying in the mud.
Horses neighing, running scared
In horror find no end
Of battleground that's shared
The crimson life of men.
A bugle lies still tightly clenched
In...

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School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done,
when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun.
We’d trained our dogs, built bushland huts, chased rabbits; camped at night.
Dipped the...

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WORLD WAR 11 THROUGH THE EYES OF MY DAD
POEM NO 2 OF TRILOGY

My father was one of six children, whose family
Had no financial reserves, so explained to them amicably
That he had decided he wanted to...

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Hope in me and mine
Surrendered to Christ's lifeline
The gospel design

Satan's stronghold fell
His counterattack to quell
Standing saints repel

Just two percent more
That competition calls for
To heighten your soar

Debtors on the run
For His water, soil, and sun
Only the...

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The mind, a wilderness and untamed 
A place of unknowns and darkened woods 
A battleground where ambitions are drained 
And life plays out in the most uncontrolled goods 

As a student, I fought through the...

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In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears
The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed...

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Have you ever wondered about what does it mean to be all peaceful
Does it involve being indifferent
Does it involve being selfish
Does it require you to close your eyes to everything that does be not fair

See,...

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A famed thinker , Voltaire, he observed and proclaimed,
Man is born free but everywhere he’s chains.
A simple enough statement but the truthfulness in it,
Is so profound and so relevant till to this modern day.

Early this...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know...

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This is the story of Gideon as found in the book of Judges. Not a great warrior, not a great 
leader, not someone with means. God picked someone no one else would have, and Gideon...

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End of summer countdown before school year...

countless decades graduating 
contemptible cum laude
hence same time frame every 
August since...the stone
temple pilot age, this beastie 
boy flashes back to yahoos
whose rawhide (mine) they 
miraculously never whipped!

Uneasy panic...

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Helplessness invades
into my life and into my world
Chaos; Disorder

Helplessness invades
trying to imprison you in a box of no choices
	:A box made of tinted glass
	buried under the old, dry earth
	without any openings but the small split...

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From time to time, people ask me
About my education.
Only then, I remember
I have no degrees or diplomas.
I attended no university either.
I hated textbooks and exams.
I still do.
That's bad education, they say.

But they don't know
I was...

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Who is living alive inside of you? 
Do you even really want to know?
Have you ever spoken to the one that is always speaking to you?
Are you stacking all of your priorities with any proper...

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All of my love is lost, I no longer have a heart now 
Too many wounds from being on this battleground 
I've never been hurt, I wish I could say that was true 
You're who...

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Slavery is not the end of atrocities 
Suffered by minority communities
The every day systematic sway
Of bricks piled against you like
A wall of pain
So many bricks
The millions murdered for simply being
Who they were born to be...

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Cut to the chase after tan hat man!

Though reading horror stories 
gearing up as strawberry spring fest
full throttle danse (macabre),
an only every now and again predilection
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
harboring pier rill...

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3.

The great golden gates now are opening,
the Dark Man never does look behind,
as he hears footsteps softly approaching,
help does come from his rear.
Looking down to his right side, 
the Tigress she is standing there,
sword in...

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