Long Buckeye Poems

January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem, 
where earth, wind, and fire...

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Happy Lxiv birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem.

A gangly, measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Written September ninth, 
two thousand and twenty one.
Reposted exactly three years later.

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).

Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she didst...

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Here in Central Ohio, when winter's chill descends, 
We celebrate for twelve whole days, our Yuletide dividends. 
Deep within the Buckeye land, where Aesculus genus grows, 
We throw our hands up with delight as C-bus...

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Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state 
January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date
A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great
He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate
Glowering inxs of...

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The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the...

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I fly to Heaven on the back of the most glorious and beautiful beings, an 
Angel. Its wings lined with elegant gold and a crown of leaves that wave swiftly in 
the air. We soar...

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Yours truly an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
trademark disheveled characteristics
whipsawed ever faster around sun.

He (best buddy and alter ego of mine) 
snapped, popped, and crackled 
firstly his crown out cervix
subsequently skinny arms and...

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In my summer meadow

Lavender colored milkweeds, growing between dark  purple butterfly peas, are 
perfuming the warm air. 
The color combination is especially pleasing to me; I love purple.
Perfectly round globes of milkweed are a...

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"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth 



I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek 
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a...

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We stopped in Cincinnati to see the cousins; that was a mistake.
We are still throwing them out of the car, they can hitchhike home.
We had never been there, and frankly seeing them was great.
But quite...

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I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek 
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn


As...

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Freedom to learn
A rewarding career that will help one to earn
Opportunities to explore
Given rights that no one should ignore
Academics focusing on one’s Civil Rights
The constitution of liberties that would excite
The whole concept is for nationalities...

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Winter nights where naïve dreams were made,
my mind and heart still store.
Deep hush I hear and feel it still,
now gone, what was before.
The ground which frosty powder lay
and breaths of thin cold air,
I long remember...

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Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry,
some sweet rose petals would make me happy;
I'm so tired of woody browse and acorns,
my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn.
For an aging buck needs...

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Rick’s Big Surprise

Newt hid out in the buckeye state
Nothing tonight added to his slate.
Paul’s grass roots youthful surrogates
Continue quest for delegates
Loss of Liberty is his fear
He slams the fed and wild crowds cheer.

Not much noise...

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 Where The Buckeye Grows

     

Down where the tender buckeye grows
And soft green leaves exposed
The creek babbles over the rocks
Indians long disposed

I can hear the laughter of the child
Smiling faces all...

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Aesculus hides a sprig of buckeye 
longing another lemongrass scene
secluded off in rainy day kisses 
washing against the grainy rocks 
... of me 

A sorrel drenched in vinaigrette 
tossed and served    cold...

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