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Just in case you wondered...
Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy
regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore
alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge
(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...
Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)
getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.
insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten
pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...
Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...
Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent
return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous
analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby
microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.
I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings
And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay the next day’s rent,
Where have they taken my new tent?
The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark,
Turn on the lights, I’m in the dark,
I’m standing in Grand Central Park,
A worm has caught a purple lark
And Kookie has run out of combs
So rents out rooms in old maid’s homes,
He has B.O. where ere he roams
So buys some spray and sells his tomes,
To your friend Ralph, yes you know who,
The one who should be in a zoo;
He sells used cars upon the tube
To each and every simple boob
And if he gives you stomach ache
Then Alkaseltzer’s what you take
And Bufferin too if you’re a rake,
Thus hath the Johnny Carson spake
Do I need a cigarette?
A camel says before me yet
‘yes, Luckys is the brand to get,
Be a he man, don’t you fret’
‘there must be worser ways to die
So buy brand X, give it a try’;
Just then another bird walks up
And asks me what I feed my pup
Then puts a nickel in my cup
And tells me I am full of crup
Of where I am, I’m unaware;
Why are the people all so square?
Who is standing over there?
He says he’s here to take my fare
But I’m not going anywhere,
Besides I feel my pockets bare
‘Well then I guess you must have paid’
At this I start to get afraid,
I think my mind will start to fade,
Then Hogen’s Heros make a raid,
Upon my sensibilities
And now it’s clear why each eye sees
So many people climbing trees;
It aint because of hungry fleas
As Tarzan swings upon a rope
I find I start to give up hope;
Jack Webb has started smoking dope
So now the crooks no longer mope
And Perry Mason kicks a judge
But finds the law will never budge
Unless big business gives a nudge
To Popeye selling ice cream fudge
At this I really have to rush
To our old john so I can flush
So far away this vacant mush
Before my teeth I start to brush
Then Josephine comes to my view
And says ‘I want to talk to you
Have you scrubbed your sink anew?
Your mop I think needs some shampoo’
I said ‘I think you are the plumber
And no one else was ever dumber
You’ve put me on another bummer’
My feelings start to get much number
continued in part 2>
Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem
I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder,
nevertheless share mine writing
with folks cyberspace out yonder
or aliens occupying
beyond the pale of outer limits
amidst the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
looming near the edge of night
hint of spooky forebodings.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream
of consciousness abandonment,
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid
(think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic ad aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought
(wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy for the devil
merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
P.C. # 33
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Many eves of New Years, unbidden, come to mind
As back the years unravel till
It's nineteen sixty-nine
Six-year-old sister and I at age ten,
More tired than either of us
Had ever been,
Were both wide eyed with wonder
Albeit some fatigue
Amusement held us spellbound,
With a sense of great intrigue
We watched Dick Clark, that host with the most
And we loved him, you must understand
For we loved his show and so wanted to go to...
Remember? American Bandstand?!
Our sleepy young eyes had a happy surprise
To watch the last moment tick way
With that Ball Drop descend, when it got to the end
We shouted, for it was New Year's Day!
The seventies began with the clock's
Ticking hand,
And we left the sixties behind
Memories gift which I found in the drift
And the gift was all wrapped up in time
I still see the faces over years stretching spaces
As gently, they're brought back to mind
P.C. # 34
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Tomorrow brings a brand-new year
"To hope and life!" We toast and cheer
May old acquaintance be forgot?
Perchance, but some? I sure hope not
For maybe as the past years ends
Old acquaintance become friends
Ethel Hurst
1889 – 1918
I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street.
And sipped a hundred ice cream sodas in the Mercantile at sunset.
My mother took me to Jacob’s Grocery every Monday
And it was I who picked the plump oranges
From the big rickety crate.
On Saturdays we worked the fields at Strong’s Ranch,
Harvesting the pampas in the walnut fields.
And on Halloween I was the girl in the moon-face costume for five straight years.
When Christmas brought its luminous lights to the town,
Mother dressed me in red with a bell on my bonnet.
And father sang the carols with a guitar and a tambourine.
I graduated from the big high school in 1907
And in celebration,
Rode my bicycle to Bassett
Still in my starched graduation petticoats.
Jesse Forbes,
He being five years younger than I,
Was the love of my brief stay on this earth.
But when he ventured to steal a kiss that day in Black Canyon,
I used my calloused hand to convey my stern disagreement.
But what wild regrets I’ve entertained since Jesse drowned that day.
In the wild currents by Pio Pico’s crumbling Adobe,
His body bobbing like a sea bird
In the punishing plume of that old deep river.
Beyond the muddy banks and the wild flowers,
Jesse Forbes left this life with a surprised frozen grin.
Why Jesse? Why?
You never knew the truth, my love.
You never really understood what I meant
When I said nothing.
I said No to you when I said nothing that day in Black Canyon,
But I really meant Yes.
The influenza incinerated my heart and soul
With a 106 temperature in the winter of 1918.
Twenty nine years I dare say
Is nothing in terms of eternal life!
I had so much more to do!
I had so much more to dream about!
I walked and talked on the streets of my town,
And on the funeral-dark avenues of my innocent days.
And I planned and I schemed
And all for nothing!.
Indeed, I felt the pulse of fleeting time
And the never-ending,
Ever-turning circle of endless days.
But now I rest here in Clark Cemetery… a virgin corpse
Flirting shamelessly with the bow-tie worms,
Still wild with regrets.
And forever haunted in reverse
By the same recurring memory
Of Jesse Forbes holding a rose.
Under the old oak tree in Black Canyon..
I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...
Asper daily expounding fostering
inchoate manifesting mod
er writ writing quality,
solitary scrimmage tackling
undertaking, yielding whir
ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and
buzz-feeding at competitive, communal
crowed did metaphorical trough,
where household named author's
top New York Times best seller
tier, overshadowing under
rated genre bending, breakout aspiring,
story board qualifying,
opportunistic newbie man
use script artful dodgers
mere dust collecting drafts,
anticipating to stir infectious interest
incumbent - at mercy,
tripwire activating quint
essential key, which anchors print
ting projected uncertain
popularity first edition,
awakening, guiding, nosing
asymptote analogy steering
reader toward nascent
scribe, where paper
back writer wannabe,
toils away incorporating subtle
(hook, line and sinker) techniques,
(albeit apropos literary
ploys, a true test tum ment,
viz sophisticated gambits
to massage late tint
prestidigitation abra ca dab rah,
sine non qua cogent
see kant, and tangent triggers
modest mien fortified, exemplified,
and downplayed akin
to unassuming Clark Kent
in his cape ably nonchalant
transformation into superman,
and/or more pointedly,
some original heft leant
to set apart striking
poignant implement
exhibited by aspiring
writer daily revising,
albeit gal or gent
his/her uniquely obscure
trademark, but
eventually keen agent
assays non-boastful writing style
im prim mature print,
sans unassuming swiftly tailored
harried style seduces seek
curing sincere overnight reverent,
well deserved kudos
comically marveling
at thee most im portent
salient strengths, per
hops hue moored opulent
quality instigates
affinity toward nascent,
bar riddle be, bill leading,
bud ding scrivener,
not necessary alluding
to a hypothetical outlier
thus, any similarity between the
above statement and
a living person perchance named
Matthew Scott Harris
purely coincidental.
>>1111>>THE AWAKENING SPIRIT<<1111<<
My analyzing subconscious telling me I have minor confidence in our people,
Full of resistance as high as church steeples,
Heads in the sand uneducated sheeple lost their ability,
Try this with consonance, question our existence,
Get it together and try it this very instance!
Neglected, Infected which brings great drama,
Buddhist monks call this negative karma,
Equip your mind with true armor,
Receive the weapon of writing stamina,
This isn't imaginary fiction,
This is an awakening conviction,
I'm trusting inner guidance for direction,
Taking my hand, introducing me to my pineal gland,
Connected to my tribal land,
I have found expressed to me internally in a sound,
Never contemplating turning around.
Find your way,
Stop listening to what government leaders say,
We need unity instead of broken community,
Unite and open up your vault,
Lets start a revolt,
But in an era of fear,
The average man inferior,
Never looking at their own interior,
Let me explain, in this society of personal gain,
It will make a human go insane,
Wealthy flying around in a private plane,
They have turned down the wrong symbolic lane,
You thinking i'm insane? Your thoughts are coming out in total vain!!!
I'm just a brother with a live spark,
With an inner vision destroying everything lurking in the dark!
A half cast mixed identity given the European surname Clark,
But I don't care, I have nothing to fear,
As I steer my life consciously aware I see clear,
Always near a book, that’s another place you gotta look!
Rookies thinking they're awake, but most cant find the time,
In psychological denial with excuse's saying its validly fine,
Working class living,
Resulting in limited self education receiving,
Which is the highest level of sinning,
In the beginning the universal consciousness was bringing,
What today I am seeking,
Connecting conscious thought together, Forever,
But individualism causing a crash of disconnection,
A world wide collapse bringing stagnation,
This is an invitation to break this current way of civilization,
Go back in time within the mind to make the connection,
Then you will receive true knowledge in a healthy neuron collection,
Listen to what the awakening spirit is saying!
Behold, Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3
Children are faithfully a blessing from Lord God
Lord God has blessed us with countless amounts of items so where should I start
I suppose the heart is the most accurate area to start; because the minute you sacrifice birth to a newborn it’s a fresh start for your heart
When the newborn grows to be one or two that’s the moment you draw your chart
Invest in a Gerber Life plan
Provide a stunning future plan
Regardless if you sacrificed birth to a girl or The Wayans littleman
Tahj Mowry daughter or guy my child’s smart
Once you bring home satisfactory grades I’ll reward you with something in my cart
I’ll purchase you several games plus Mario cart
On the other hand once you ignore your home matters; mother will pop you the opposite of pop tarts
Construct your personal business similar to Vince Mchahon
On no matter what contribute wholly that’s all I demand
Am I speaking in French, Greiche, or Spanish Nike check for understanding
Whatever you do in the light similarly do in the dark
Under no circumstances conceal anything; Lord God Lord Jesus Christ notices everything particularly in the dark
You will pay for your sins Lean on Lord God not Joe Clark
You watch the Simpsons please don’t live to be the next Bart
Grant your existence to Lord God and your achievements will expand
Pay attention to who you call your friend there’s no love in a band
I bear in mind like it was yesterday when you were playing in the sand
Daydreamed the other day I was walking you through the park
Alongside your pup name Mark composing loud barks
Seeing is believing to children if you didn’t believe me mortals didn’t believe Noah about the ark
It’s a benediction to provide you with a dinner fork
Lord God is with you ubiquitously so lunge out and grasp his Mighty hand
It’s a prosperous life with a career collecting cans
Jostle relentlessly multiple punches Joe Frazier landed to possess income to acquire multiple lands
Hygiene is vital love water like a shark
Your wardrobe like noodles select diverse flavors other than pork
If you’re under the weather where ever you are I’ll explore the nearest port
Son/Daughter I’ll Love you eternally even when I’m a corpse.
Behold, Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3
Children are faithfully a blessing from Lord God
Lord God has blessed us with countless amounts of items so where should I start
I suppose the heart is the most accurate area to start; because the minute you sacrifice birth to a newborn it’s a fresh start for your heart
When the newborn grows to be one or two that’s the moment you draw your chart
Invest in a Gerber Life plan
Provide a stunning future plan
Regardless if you sacrificed birth to a girl or The Wayans littleman
Tahj Mowry daughter or guy my child’s smart
Once you bring home satisfactory grades I’ll reward you with something in my cart
I’ll purchase you several games plus Mario cart
On the other hand once you ignore your home matters; mother will pop you the opposite of pop tarts
Construct your personal business similar to Vince Mchahon
On no matter what contribute wholly that’s all I demand
Am I speaking in French, Greiche, or Spanish Nike check for understanding
Whatever you do in the light similarly do in the dark
Under no circumstances conceal anything; Lord God Lord Jesus Christ notices everything particularly in the dark
You will pay for your sins Lean on Lord God not Joe Clark
You watch the Simpsons please don’t live to be the next Bart
Grant your existence to Lord God and your achievements will expand
Pay attention to who you call your friend there’s no love in a band
I bear in mind like it was yesterday when you were playing in the sand
Daydreamed the other day I was walking you through the park
Alongside your pup name Mark composing loud barks
Seeing is believing to children if you didn’t believe me mortals didn’t believe Noah about the ark
It’s a benediction to provide you with a dinner fork
Lord God is with you ubiquitously so lunge out and grasp his Mighty hand
It’s a prosperous life with a career collecting cans
Jostle relentlessly multiple punches Joe Frazier landed to possess income to acquire multiple lands
Hygiene is vital love water like a shark
Your wardrobe like noodles select diverse flavors other than pork
If you’re under the weather where ever you are I’ll explore the nearest port
Son/Daughter I’ll Love you eternally even when I’m a corpse.
A wise soul once said to me, "Woman where is your confidence?"
The kind of confidence that is needed to fight the battle between good
and evil.
If I am wanting to pick up my sword, in this case The Word of The Lord
Himself and run the course that is given me, then I need to run my race
and fight the battles that are before me... remembering that if I do not
learn soul balance and live in God's timing, and if I do not pursue the
supernatural understanding of how God's Kingdom operates, then I shall
not be any better than a little boy who only plays at war- tossing away
my sword and shield when I don't feel like playing anymore.
If I forget that my true heavenly reward is the King of Kings and Lord of
Lords Whom awaits me there at home, then I am just having a holiday
here on earth in the midst of an ever growing blood bath.
That if I do not share the knowledge given unto me by God Himself since
I too do share in His DNA, then I should only be as a little girl still playing
teacher in-front of a student body of dolls and stuffed animals.
So with fresh insight I take my Bible out tonight and read the pages of Joel II,
where I had left off - where The Word is saying Blow the trumpet in Zion;
sanctify a fast; call a solemn assembly; gather the people.
Sanctify the congregation; assemble the elders; gather the children, even
nursing infants. Let the bridegroom leave his room, and the bride her chamber.
How this wonderful chapter does go on about how God will sanctify, justify and
comfort the entire family of the old and what will be the New Zion.
So I must come into balance, I must grow up having childlike trust, and have
the confidence of His for now warrior like bride.
To put away the temporary things that are meant for spiritual children, and
come to know how to become a solid Godly person, solid warrior, then become
a Godly bride who is fit for the King of kings.
To become a daughter and a daughter in-law who makes her Father, our Father
proud.
So I ask you the same question as this wise soul once asked me, "Jesus' people,
where is your confidence? Will you also put away the immature things of youth?
And ignorance?"
On-ward Christian soldiers!
On-ward!
No fear!
No fear!
S.E. Clark 2015