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It’s going to blow.
The saxophone sexuality
of a volcanic slumber
has become a thundering in our hearts.
We feel it in the thigh of being
and in the strung valleys
of elbows and knees.
Olives groves and vineyards
tremble in their green dreams.
Village churches stumble
over their stone steps.
Black bedecked widows
plead their prayers under the clamor
of evermore strident bells.
Forewarnings rumble everywhere,
molten threats menace,
hazards hover,
hang and heap upon our heads.
The quaking cone seems nearer.
We tread water upon fretful tracks
the land leans,
is less latched together,
leavers and the lost
move more slowly
wading through
the darkling dust of history,
Imagining now the terraced hills
already sliding to the sea.
Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015
While rifling thru outdated writing,
which virtual thumbing
wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister
a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional frenzied analogous
rapacious seditious tempestuous twister)
Tis hospitality of yar behalf
to league gal lee
tender our lovely daughter
begat in part by meself,
whose punctured psyche doth chaff
at mine severe prepubescent short comings,
which trajectory of teen years,
a downward line on spiro (Agnew) graph
which deprivations well nigh
finds a civil war raging
against one half of ma being
(Oh Henry), a Harris son,
who these days genuinely
tries his Level best
at lighter side of life to laugh
comedy of errors, boot
haunting visions visit Twelfth Night
figuratively brow beat
like an unseen dis staff.
glad that Shana (thee darling daughter
afflicted with cognitive development
entailing homebased intervention) wince
she blossomed into
a beautiful young lady,
now under Dunning aegis (bonanza) since
emotionally stable, and quiet
on western (Bend,
Oregon) front, rinse
sing with yar incredible credit karma,
her existence Quince
sud dental (juiced teething),
living with papa,
would mount to a travesty,
sham, mockery...if superficial
only perp pull reigning “FAKE” Prince
likely to barrel within
outward bound mince
meted MainLiners along here
built “mini mansion” homes
NOT bedecked with chintz
at 724 west railroad avenue
(previous address of this bummer)
anyway, should ill fate befall
like an overstuffed blintz
if this king Lear Rick Hill
wannabe meets fatal doom,
thy "mother abby" would
get panic stricken (rue...
Unassuming beauty of emerald evergreen.
Verdure cool patches of sombre sunscreen.
Flowerless soft carpets of impasto strokes.
The gorgeous mossy sponge .. vibrance evokes.
The gregarious green hosts.. fungi, frog, insect
The bedecked forest floors.. symbiosis perfect.
Soft velvet cuddles close....the roots and trees hard.
Light and shade brighten up....the dank courtyard.
The rolling stones all frown..they grimace.. in grief.
Can't we gather the Moss?..the beauty ..leaf by leaf !!
Dated 11th November 2018
Submitted to the Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest.
Sponsor Jesse Rowe.
Alliteration adorns muses
Artistic aesthetics appealing,
Repetitions reasonable form rhythm
Voices of the verses accentuate.
Children literature adores
Its cadence and charm.
Paper holding his passion
In patience and poise,
To portray Pen's ponderings
Yearning to sense
Her soulful sprinkles,
As she travels through
Recurrence of patterns
Carved by consonants.
Beauty of poem enriches when
Bedecked with alliteration.
Sweet sounds evoke
Flow of music
In reader's mind when
Repeated in harmony.
Children love the fun
To read it aloud,
And it makes easy
To reckon and remember.
Date: 01/30/2021
broad strokes to ease that aching sky
that shed its tears so hooves could fly
of fears and fathoms, brought to dash
upon the reefs where waves will crash
a brine that birthed you deep as death
by Neptune's grace, to take my breath
how could this man of flesh and needs
refuse these lithe and beautied steeds
you see, this happened, not by chance
they came to tempt my love to dance
for long I've prayed these seas impart
the wondrous means to melt her heart
so should you bring her heart to swoon
bedecked with beams of crescent moon
beg, grant her your broad flanks to ride
with haste and form straight to my side
such equine dreams will beg she stays
as I'm dissolved, deep 'midst her gaze
like you - two eyes of chestnut brown
that sea, where I will gladly ... drown.
Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today
Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate
at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,
where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than
mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,
and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose
self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate
mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate
within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid
of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate
painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate
universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!
The thoughts of those moved by natural
human love are almost completely fastened
on the beloved, their hearts are filled with passion
for it, and their mouths full of its praises
Saint Francis de Sales
BELOVED
Offer love, the interpretation
stimulating the tongue - to be
loved, in love…or not to be
Greek agapetoi, the greatest
highest pinnacle of love -
a wedding introduction:
Dearly beloved…close
to the heart - a heart
that is open to receive
eternity in its ventricles,
superflow red, pure
poetic shine to the face
Beloved, to be so loved,
willing to climb a cathedral-train -
a gown, Rapunzel’s braid
The tower we seek
in the heavenlies,
bedecked with pearls
and handsome jewels,
not treacherous nor
inhabited by a witch
but along the straight
and narrow way, loft
of purity and freedom
King David, even the boy
shepherd, chased after
the heart of God
Romans says, we
are loved by God; we are
his beloved saints
Our tongues sweetly
sing, lifting up the veil,
kissing the dove,
soaring to heights
that lift the heart
from the chest, breathless
A lifetime to cherish
that peach or plum -
to pinch yourself
…so loved
1/29/2023
Writing Challenge - B Word
Sponsor: Constance La France
I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition.
Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of her eighty plus pounds
slip of elderly lady petite bow legged
spry late 60's though older looking gal
argh – I expect unpleasant fallout after
piercing eyes unexpectedly discover
references made regarding aged waif,
who inexplicably signalled presence
in toto i.e. presents to comprehend, a
bounty, nah, not worth causing mutiny
nevertheless heave on lee delight hup
pea zing helter skelter discombobulated
alienation courtesy coronavirus lockdown
concomitantly venues to borrow books
puts serious and perilous bind aggravated
assault upon cerebral cortex regarding a
forced hiatus deprivation to binge read
reduced to peruse the daily toilet paper
no stimulation for imagination to indulge
magical mystery tour thwarted helter skelter
ye silently ask rather infer "what me bored?"
Despite severely circumscribed choices
whiling away hours, who knows lockdown
courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19)
warrants near indefinite closure accessing
literary material buzzfeeding noggin,
an egg gone eye zing torture rankles
healthy predilection to binge osmotically
passion for written word all the while
authors unbeknownst evoke quintessential
pleasant provocation dredging up
10,000 leagues below the jewel bedecked
cease son bewitched (Alder time) tremendous
metaphorical pristine hinterlands
Matthew Scott's vernacular semantic
hodgepodge orientation withered away
figurative gripes wrath and rail against
series of unfortunate events ala defiant
Lemony Snicket, when despair plummeted
to all time low, who should unwittingly
telepathically hear plaintive SOS sent
none other than intrepid Karen Windle,
who's mysteriously rapping announced
dog send appearance bore deliverance
(cue Banjos), where ecstasy didst delve
where still waters run deep, nevertheless
welcome respite when printed material
weekly magazines offered scant respite.
He knows your present pain;
Intimate with every sorrow.
Weighed beneath your burdens,
Yet soars beyond tomorrow.
A glorious chorus comes,
Faint not, thy dawn arises.
He feels your present sadness;
He weeps for those now blinded,
His word with candid answers,
Beckons: be reminded…
A glorious chorus comes,
Faint not, thy dawn arises.
He transcends the temporary;
He transports eternal souls.
His provisions are sufficient
Poured upon by heaven’s bowls.
A glorious chorus comes,
Faint not, the dawn arises.
He died though falsely tried.
He hath born our every loss.
By His blood-bought agony,
We freely pass the cross.
A glorious chorus comes,
Faint not, the dawn arises.
He will sing there over you.
He will gather from all time
His bride bedecked will hear
God’s voice through song refined
Oh, a glorious chorus comes,
Faint not, the dawn arises.
The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17
Winter is a season that
for some is less than jolly-
despite bright sparkling Christmas lights
and halls bedecked with holly.
For some, it represents a void
that's dark, dreary and cold
an aching-empty, lonely space
of horrors quite untold.
Reminders of the merry times
before we were bereaved
in broken hearts cause questions of
the creeds we once believed.
While sitting lone, or lying prone
we stare at walls and ceilings
and try to stop disturbing thoughts
and overwhelming feelings.
The emptiness surrounding us
at Christmas closes in
and suffocates in silence
amid the season's din.
And so we die a silent death
around this time each year
while wishing all the others
tidings glad and full of cheer!
But 'though we're low through winter's chill
and things seem very dire-
when weather warms, we'll be transformed
our spirits lifting higher...
Until, at last, the summer sun
will break through this malaise
and we will be ourselves again
enjoying better days.