Long Canoodling Poems

Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head...
not just in time for Valentine's Day
but the remaining days of our lives
as the world turns
on all our children
the young and restless
now grown to womanhood

After being married
for...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris family
rendition of Breaking Home Ties.

Now interspersed with
following recherché trivia:
originally titled...

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I paid no heed to the call of the siren(s)

where amble lances 
hurled with the might 
of off fish hull seductress dances
setting figurative stage to take a bite
from canoodling beastie boy best eaten alive
or just...

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There are only 2 possible outcomes when it comes to what happens to you, your consciousness, at death: either you become extinct, 'nothing', or your self continues as a sentient consciousness, one which existed before...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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I know the Maid of Honour’s duties do not include a speech,
But looking at the perfect Bride, a vision in gold... and peach,
I couldn’t let the moment pass, without the chance to say,
How perfect for...

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Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..

Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. 

Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar..

Parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..

Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..

Smug treacle toned thatch rugs...

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Squarely conscientious, I unwittingly
sanction selfhood acutely triangulate
courtesy webbed geometry jeopardize,
galvanize pluck nudging contrived arc,
virtually courting temptation aware,

sans impetuousness compromises an
anonymous commingling, nonetheless
electronic fraternization enthralls mine
plucky chutzpah possibility intrigues
yours truly sporting impish grinning

smile across world wide...

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The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel 
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i...

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Emoticon Yellows 

If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk 
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping,...

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Mashed potatoes, turkey and stuffing,
  apple , pumpkin pie, the parade winds puffing
and Santa Claus will soon come,
  a day of football, relaxing for some
others hurry baking and pressure cooking
  while children...

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To see her adorned in colour 
 You’d think she was a flower 
I try my best to glower 
 So that I show that I’m a queen in power 
But alas! I just seem...

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At last count we have 20,000 members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique...

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Spring tramples the detachment of cold
          it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
        ...

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Last count there are thousands of members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique...

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An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed...

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I wonder but wondering is neither wavering or wilting. And just who would build a duck arch at a junction anyway? The way is always clearer when the past is lost but who argues with...

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The bigger picture is of a
very young teenage girl 
but I have so few big pictures
of that time in my mind.
She was yellow haired
and peachy, kind of ducky also.

After 'little yellow duck'
there was that 'cat...

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He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.

Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.

Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.

Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would...

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