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The Many Talents of Boyce Brandon Harris Second Addition

Away from tireless desk job i.e.,which obliged 
swearing allegiance, fealty, loyalty within complex 
edifice, where obsolete quaint rubric, schematic, 
thematic mantra "We Bring Good Things to Life,"
met with gnawing, emerging, chomping 
objectionable quandary. The sedentary station 
exhausted, milked usurped mental energies 
linkedin hinged upon the figurative linchpin 

sans contractual mandates. Steady employment 
obliged conferring, forsaking, invoking credo, 
ethos, hierarchical jujitsu marrying obligatory 
penance requisite at General Electric, (which 
daily tasks borne with gravitas witness 
to crunching numbers vis a vis from gifted 
mathematical application, and scientific mind). 
Thus decades on end, my father remained 
steadfast on this straight and true decree, 

whereby dad (analogously applied his 
Semitic nose to the whet grindstone) 
applying inherent and learned math
ematical/ scientific principles respectively. 
He made excellent use of mechanical en
gineering degree (earned free of charge 
at Brooklyn City College viz Veterans benefit).
Form: Elegy


A Fictitious Alternative Up Bringing

Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average adage
smart son with a
     healthy dose of Melanin and Melania
     donned and trump petted

     asper a proud black is beautiful,
     sans ebony badge,
whereat me instrumental mama and pop
     acquired grudging cunning
     insinuation to cadge
teaching material convincingly
     claiming lofty aim
intent to instruct

     slave master's children
     all to eager to accept blame,
when any vicious rumor
got afoot with "FAKE" claim
that lessons did
     critique and declaim
antithetical quasi Aryan racial superior
     viewpoints (preceding Adolf Hitler

     by about a century),
     knowingly could enflame
status quo, which feigned
     "playing dumb" duh -
     faux blockhead frame
(wha ya mean massa) game
at very bedrock foundation
     pre politically correct cursor meme

lee complex edifice
     slave owning name
     acutely aware intent esse chew
wing such societally
     radical implications, to due
tee fully fortuitously, gradually,
     and hopefully, un glue,
(especially via schooling impressionable

     young African American
     or other ebony hue
shaded skin with Jew
whoosh propositions of equality)
righteous precepts nullifying lou
duck criss bastardizing American moo

nuff phish witch hunts (sea thing),
     a gimcrackery, mockery,
     and travesty poo
poo wing credo, ethos,
     highlights, et cetera sow
wing equality, harmony, and liberty in tow.

Earth Day April 22nd 2018

an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock 
     counts down minutes few

according Al Gore rhythm  
     unstoppably ticking, 
     when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus 

     if not Horton Hears Hoo 
then most definitely The Lorax 
     (couching urgent morals underscored 
     by satellite photographs 

     showing melting icecaps or igloos,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis 
     requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo, 

     dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot 
     to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget 

     Old McDonald with his moo
moo there bovine creatures 
     agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day 

     per three hundred and sixty five 
     (six with leap year - 
     to appease ghost oh Rachel Carson
     imagine dragons festooned leotard 
     with brand name Oroblu)

or poor ole Whinny The  Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's 
     hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue

mien hating solution 
     (burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight 
     of said bear character,

     perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve 
     wretched condition of world wide web 
     possible by bridging differences 
     between me and you, and you, and you...

Mass Silent Sound Cloud Plunk From Das Bad Ass Monk Two

predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven 
   within the domain of this atheist - ole coot

whose purr add ventures scripting verse
sit aisle feeble rhyme with no reason 
   moost definitely hi yam not terse
aye speculate yar facial reaction 
   (understandably) would be 

   toe step from this purse
son i.e. Daff Punk Matthew Scott Harris 
   when ma time to ride luxuriously 
   in a plushly jeweled hearse

carrying thigh cremated ash
disagrees with me credo, ethos, 
   faith no more much less brash
since be yen entombed 
   in a coffin resistant to crash
vis a vis atoms either 

   forcibly split (divorced)  
   or tum marry in a shotgun flash
   (fission or fusion respectively)
   exhausts precious natural race horses 
   cruelly whipped 
   stinging fresh fielded gash
where putrescent hide of Equus resembles hash

sheesh, how in the of Judas Priest
did hie veer off into the least
common denominator, 
   which absolute value increased
the totally tubular confusion 
   into a worthless jumbled gobbledygook feast.
Form: Epic

Traversing Cyberspace Hinterland

Of thee virtual netherland...
courtesy one spellbound wordsmith
within apartment b44
nestled within a manor
(and manner of writing)
atop nondescript Schwenksville highland.

All gibbets zing aside
I got noose for you,
yours truly enjoys harmless chide
ding even kibitizing about,
when cessation of consciousness occurs
leaving terrestrial plane
frequently incorporates divine spirit as guide
absolute zero escape
regarding death to override.

Oft times ('specially
these latter unsainted days and nights)
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking
in the twitching mind kempf
paradigm of this atheist
hence, he betook himself
to this MacBook Pro,

while swiss side dull ideations
for professional intercession,
deadline could not wait
asper affecting s cathartic,
emetic, harmonic tete a tete
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office
and let fingers (of left hand)
do talking heads

to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard
allowing, enabling, and
at the quickest typing rate
striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy,
and ill lust tree us deplorable
mood aye equate
with pitching into
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –

a last repast
the grim reaper did orchestrate
gluten free, an extra heavy dose
of monosodium glutamate
which ingredient doth
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need fermi to rush,
where angels fear to tread,
cuz tis better late

than never, the apothegm,
credo, ethos...foreign ha Kate
the caterer maintains
an open exit from life,
and cares only
that each soul doth feel elan,
joie de vivre, and psalm times
a leaper chants, ecstatically finally
gustatory humming don't jubilate
for your final homecoming, or else
the mailer daemon lived
a devilish life will instigate

a de coup age d'etat,
but such extreme
measure for measure heed doth hate,
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for
golden opportunity
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease,
when ashes master
of hell raising circumstances
twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.
Form: Rhyme


7 Versos Livres

7 Versos Livres

Crença

O meu e o Seu coração 
pode assumir qualquer forma: 
1.	Um prado para gazelas, 
2.	Um claustro para monges, 
3.	Um bálsamo para doentes
4.	solo sagrado para crentes. 
 
 O credo do coração
é amor; 
presente onde quer 
que seu caminho se desvie.
 
Isso é a crença do coração
a fé do coração.

************
Morrer para renascer

Sempre pergunte:
"Estou pronta para 
mudar a minha vida, 
estou pronta
para me mudar?”“. 

Em qualquer idade
seja o que for que passamos, 
é sempre possível renascer. 

************
Dificuldades, Problemas e Erros Linguísticos 

A maioria 
das Dificuldades 
e dos problemas do mundo 
deriva de erros linguísticos 
e simples mal-entendidos. 

Evite os erros:
nunca tome palavras pelo valor de face. 

Quando você entra na zona do amor, 
a linguagem como a conhecemos 
se torna obsoleta. 

Aquilo que não pode ser colocado 
em palavras 
só pode ser compreendido 
através do silêncio.

************
Ecos da montanha e o mundo

Este mundo é como uma montanha. 
Seu eco depende de você. 
Se você gritar coisas boas, o mundo vai devolver. 
Se você gritar coisas ruins, o mundo vai devolver. 
Fale sempre o bem.
Seja grata. 
Mude seu coração para mudar o mundo.

************
Passado e Futuro

O passado é uma interpretação. 
O futuro está na ilusão. 

O mundo não se move no tempo 
procedendo do passado 
para o futuro. 

O tempo passa através 
e dentro de nós, 
em espirais infinitas. 

A eternidade é intemporalidade. 

Se quer experimentar 
a iluminação eterna, 
coloque o passado 
e o futuro 
fora de sua mente 
e permaneça no momento presente.

Assim, 
Vai criar um grande futuro
Hoje.

************
Onde procurar

Onde procurar o céu 
e o inferno no futuro. 
Acredite:
ambos estão agora presentes. 
sempre que conseguimos amar sem expectativas, 
amar sem cálculos, 
sem negociações, 
estamos de fato no céu. 

Sempre que brigamos, 
Ou odiamos, estamos no inferno.

************
Pacienciar

O que significa 
pacienciar? 

Significa 
olhar para o espinho 
e ver a rosa, 
olhar a noite 
e ver o amanhecer.

Impaciência significa 
ter visão curta 
e não ver a fruta
na semente. 

Pessoas bem resolvidas
Pacienciam e
sabem que o tempo 
é necessário 
para que a lua crescente 
se torne plena
a semente crie frutas.

Merciful Deceased Mother Father Twill See Thee Anon

Merciful Deceased Mother - Father T'will See Thee Anon

Atheism underscores bedrock
schema Holy Toledo
encompassing mine secular humanistic credo
simultaneously tricking elusive illusion, sans
supernal radiant quintessence

blasting damn ming the torpedo
didst alight kindle linkedin skepticism,
asper this son kissed faith no more,
(nor e'er didst I believe)
with irrefutably blinding albedo.

Though both parents
predecessors theology, included prayer
purportedly distilled within
Eastern European Jewry, where
without bonafied definite
certainty doubts to square
lee dismiss, this mortal

forced to conjecture dare
ring declaratively, while
sitting in thinking chair
(bet my bottom dollar to air)
course, I take leap of faith here
me forebears most likely
modus operandi did adhere

practiced, skewed, premised 
Semitic virtue and vice
towed toward theistic obeisance suffice
hath to claim parochial paradigms mice
self attests little doubt,

(no matter scant rice
sized grain genealogical details posit,
one granule pepper, or
other old World spice)

supposed speculative precepts
akin to bing as loose as lice
sen shuss behavior
precepts prevails precise

lee predicated on
(at the minimum Reformed) price
less cherished Jewish, 
traditions as device
ordering existence, (perhaps Judeo Christian)

principled tenets to whit
and mention above sit
chew waited at down
chronological arc soon to quit
final chapter of life, though

near ninety year old papa will visit
death be not proud realm
after he doth exhaust limit
of his mortal tenure, I admit
he gives nary a fig, 

his meager profit
will not be deeded to any church,
and this sole son 
expects (dentured teeth to grit
tight and eyes teary)

to reed only commendable
comments asper his obit,
where spirit of Harriet Harris fuses
with that of Boyce Harris as one unit
Tarry yon forever!

Premium Member The Golden Pass the House of Slithering

Oh wondrous one
What have they done
We're stuck here in a rut
No Paddy's Day, to my great dismay
I'm treated like your mutt

Oh little boy
Fill your heart with joy
The journey's on the cards
I've called the Prez and this he says
With the wisdom of the bards

It is written in the stars
That a mam will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering

So let's all join hands together
Mee Hole springs for the leather
We'll huddle, howling loudly at the moon
Well gather at the Oracle
Each tugging at a follicle 
Varad Karz Crystal balls, we will exhume

So, on your knees Mee Hole
My boy, you've topped the pole
And the Sham-rock is your Golden Travel pass
Don't you listen to the rabble
The dyslexic, playing scrabble
Would make more sense conversing with an ass

Mee Hole got on his knees
Varad Karz to appease
The Prez, was howling loudly at their moonies
They each lay upon the floor
Debating furthermore
Drawing straws to see, who'd be the littlest spoonie 

For it is written in the stars
That a man will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of Sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
Form: Rhyme

Just For the Sake of Saying Hello

Just for the sake of saying "hello"

Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming 
(even posthumously) 
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions 
of grandeur must be reined in 
courtesy horse sense and Whoa!

A short time ago today
(the ides of March 2021)
upon returning from nearest LIDL
(located at 1831 E Ridge Pike,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468
Latitude: 40.1845 Longitude: -75.5360),

I realized too late the opportunity
to exchange pleasant greetings
with another resident (a young man,
who shares a similar physique
to yours truly).

Preoccupied removing comestibles -
predominantly nine plastic
gallon jugs of distilled water
(tightly packed within large suitcase,
which luggage formerly
belonged to Boyce Harris - papa)
the notion occurred
(ex post facto).

Cursory aforementioned observation,
(viz forfeited interpersonal opportunity)
unexpectedly impetus awoke
regarding said unnamed bloke
(who I've seen scant
number of times before)
friendly exchange thus didst evoke

idea to craft poem,
cuz pleasant demeanor
generates figurative chain reaction
livingsocial among other
(mostly elderly) folk
here at Highland Manor
this credo to befriend others I invoke

(by Dickens) with little
or no great expectations
motivates me to risk
playing game of life no joke,
but good humor a masterstroke,
one generic American notes tis oak
kay for yours truly not to poke

intrusively, (albeit rudely
he thinks) and possibly also stoke
antipathy by ignoring
formalities of pleasantness
in either case saddle and yoke
me with unflattering
nom de plume.

Additionally I will allow
enable, and provide tolerance
if recipient of mine genuine
companionable intent
declines overture as potential
future bosom buddy
and/or sounding board,
plus will defend self
against blistering, excoriating, scathing...
metaphorical nonetheless hurtful assaults

against mine brow
will not figurative undermine
paltry self esteem, but endow
redoubled effort to risk
making acquaintance(s) and consort
with persons who cross my path
their nose in the air
trumpeting arrogance and how
never be deterred toward livingsocial
such personal promise I vow.
Form: Rhyme

Hinterlands of Thee Netherlands

oft times ('specially 
   these latter un-sainted days and nights) 
   death doth haunt me zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
 
   crowds out purposeful thinking  
   in the twitching mind kempf
   paradigm of this atheist 
hence, he betook himself 
   to this MacBook Pro, 

   while swiss side dull ideations 
   for professional intercession, could not wait
   asper affecting s cathartic, 
   emetic, harmonic tete a tete

and providing a meaningful surrogate
   to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office 
   and let fingers (of left hand) do talking heads

   to an imaginary therapist
   across this qwerty keyboard 
   allowing, enabling, and  
   at the quickest typing rate

striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy, 
   and ill lust tree us deplorable mood aye e quate
with pitching into a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
 
   a last repast the grim reaper did orchestrate
   gluten free, an extra heavy dose 
   of monosodium gluti Nate 
which ingredient doth BuzzFeed thine appetite
 
   for total mortal exter minate
'thou no need fermi to rush, 
   where angels fear to tread, cuz but better late
than never, the apothegm, credo, ethos...Kate

(the caterer maintains an open exit from life, 
   and cares only that each soul doth feel elan, 
   joi de vivre, and psalm times 
   a leaper chants, ecstatically finally 

   gustatory humming dont jubilate 
for your final homecoming, or else 
   the mailer daemon lived 
   a devilish life will instigate
a de coup age d'etat, but such extreme 

   measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for 
   golden opportunity 

   to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease, 
   when ashes master 
   of hell raising circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be my advocate.
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