Long Biographies Poems

How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)...
found himself bewitched about Circe,
particularly after reading book title by the same name.

An enchantress and a minor goddess
in ancient Greek mythology and religion
depicted...

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I guess the candidates and polity saying "no"
to Earth's human refugees
during this their Thanksgiving time,
did not finish their Darwin biographies.

While endosymbiotic evolution,
indigenous to any one species,
can devolve to survival of the fittest,
this is most likely...

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Living
is our shared regenerative tradition
as Earthlings,

And dying
is our autonomously
separating
fading degenerative position
as former organic life systems
living ego-identified upon
and economic-ecologically within
an organic Sun/Earth Revolving HealthSystem
spiraling through Time
revolving through Space,
a global organic ecohabitat network.

Anthropoid memory
of matriarchal history
proscribes unrealistic...

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A slice of life / a day in the life

Out in the elements – almost every day, training,
weather, sunshine, cloudy – B. C. fate – raining.
Seventy five reps, twenty times over my head,
on my back,...

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Poet Identity

In conversations,
In biographies,
In resumes…all poets are writers,
    but not all writers are poets.
On a careful look into the mirror, when not looking
    for wrinkles, but staring deep into...

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Aspiration towards elusive apotheosis of enlightenment...

analogous to where
the fountainhead of knowledge
gushes forth unstoppable
as a result after Atlas shrugged
his head and shoulders
loosing bits of esoteric material
(and hairs - i.e. fluff
as the spouse would say
caught up in...

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How many grave sites should be prepared for me?
Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three,
all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito,
and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW?
  			
Those who have...

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PROLOGUE
Biographies are for men who have a need to cry
To spell out what we remember is to subtract all
We forget, for knowing then nothing knew, a lie
Conjured by history, there's no a priori here at...

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Untitled

We dance across the heavens, like shining stars,
to the never ending beat of our universes heart.
Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey,
aches of sentiment, in the throes of lofty sentimentality
that becomes red dew,...

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Once upon a mountaintop a she-monster named Mazy 
was searching for a man.  
She wanted a young, honest alien man. Not a nutty old 
tooth-jagged Monster like Bill or Dan.
We were horrified. Inner-galaxy dating...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully red or crimson or scarlet 
Greens of sage and emerald...

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Im living a book. So are you.

Tomorrow is a new me. Tomorrow is a new you.

But there is a tomorrow.

 

Im living a book. Today I turned a page. Or a leaf in a tablet....

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Life, like a practiced comedian on the stage
Keeps smiling and frowning in turn.
Under the embers of joy that spark from our hearts,
Lies the pulverized heap of charcoaled dreams!
	
Sometimes I find life, a tight rope walk
When...

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In a green skirt wave to tables, in a yellow skirt wave to chairs, but in a white shirt sit in bookshelves humming away and swinging legs and arms to the beat transcribed by tomes,...

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in regards to my new resolutions ...
          there are the usual ... eat healthy, exercise, drink more water
        that...

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It's not the exchange rate or demand I value,
When I think of any United States Dollar;
I think of the currency note or coin whose view,
Depict biographies of persons of valor...

John Quincy Adams, nation-thinker of no...

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In the attic of my childhood home was a nook,
      And there was a lovely window where sun poured in;
I just loved to hideout there all the afternoon,
  ...

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For me, crazy is a loose term.Crazy is when you 
stare at a pencil and laugh when someone
asks you what you are doing that is so 
interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have...

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Title:

Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?

(A lone voice whispers)

In the beginning 

Did you secretly 
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin

Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth

Seeking The Meaning of Sin

To clandestine dark places where

Angels
Without harps 

Profusely lambast and
Sing

Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript...

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I enter, the smell hits me,
Old oak floors and shelves,
Walking into a labyrinth
Into which I can delve.

I can lose myself for hours,
In each work of art.
From cover sleeve to pages,
They really cheer my heart.

Travel books...

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As a young avid reader
I always read the Introduction or Prologue,
when offered,
to see if this treatise overture
would take me some place I cared to wade through.

As an old avid reader
I always begin with the last...

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Starfall
I saw a shooting star running across the sky
It was like a softball of sparkles that can fly
And I wondered
Maybe the one of the angels just hit a homerun
Because is not every day we witness...

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High up in the loving crook of two adjoined cottonwood trees
I spent my eleventh summer reading seven library books a day.
A sandwich, glass of cold lemonade, these books and I
would climb up into that treehouse...

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Artists are not so different,
at times glossing over truth,
hiding beneath a sheen -- 
some extra linseed goes
a long way...

What is this cry for realism?!

Picasso sought deeper meaning
via grotesque breasts~ elongated
elephant snout limbs -- perhaps believing...

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GET OFF THE SHEETS
Dancing in the wild
Tossing in the deserts
Freaking in the woods
Cheering with the birds
A thunder in the midst
Shaking I open my eyes
It’s been a long night
I have to get off the sheets

Warm bath...

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