Long Deathbed Poems

“I am NOT like my father!!!
You say that again, I’m going to kill you!”

I shrivel up in shame
For, I am not to blame
For the shenanigans you put me through so many times
Sometimes, I wish I...

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Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction 
rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break 
hard causing us to panic my spouse and I both disabled 
this has cause severe discrimination and victimization...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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Shame and guilt sabotaged mine healthy growth...

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones 
subject courtesy senescence 
upon cremation reduced to obliteration.

Inching closer to mortality
linkedin with concomitant
subtle deterioration of body...

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If we were Earth gods and goddesses,
with powers to create anything we prefer
for our healthiest wealth attainment,
would we settle for living in a swamp
created by our own collective lack of mindfulness
about how to play longer-term...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only...

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Why Alzheimer's

Sitting blank with nothing to think on my mind
Feels like a dry well in my head.
Nothing old or new under my sun.
Thirsty for knowledge of anykind;
I keep Pumping until there is a drip,
I stick...

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The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your-your wretch-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient...

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Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(early May 2021)
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz seventeen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz fifteen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness

I still reckon how...

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(A LIFE TIME IN A DAY)
                      I
So! This is what it’s all about,
to think...

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I sit here and I ponder will I be one of yours? A deathbed confession that you have to relieve yourself of before exiting this world
A regret, a mistake, a lonely night without her there,...

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{verse 1}
I can blow your mind if you don't mind 
Like bombs in no man's land
Wait a minute or two...let time unwind
On flames the moment you called me names and threw the blames 
On me...on...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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Illusion is Reality and reality is illusion.
What if everything you once knew was all a lie.
Every flower, every smile a simple spot in your vision.
The lies swim around in your brain like dead fish.
You accept...

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III.
Lost in a daze, but her fingers still shaking,
Liesel turned the great brass knob on the door.
She felt herself tense, was ready to shriek,
Expecting to see some Satanic horror.

Instead she found herself looking into
A cozy...

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I drown in you.


Opposites attract.  I like that.
I wouldn’t want you to be just like me,
With my insecurities, my doubt, my thoughts, 
My clouded apathy.


My heart is on fire and you the water soul,
Are...

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For Jack so loved the whisky
That he spent all his hard earned money
Buzzing like a bee, in a hive full of honey
Painting the town red, every club, pub and bar
Mingling among strangers, feeling like a...

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Of course, as soon as a new poetry contest was posted I had to immediately enter.  In this 
contest, you had to email the sponsor to get your own, unique theme.  

Off went...

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hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving...

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I was born in the waves of music
so long ago now 
when the music was faint.
barely audible almost silent.
I was a accident a beautiful one
but still an accident.
She was a concert pianist
he was a guitar...

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Dismantling Dysphoria -New blood synthesis


All colours evaporated, vitality ceased
Deep agony! Topsy-turvy my life turned 
An inferno of grief engulfed my heart
Surged to the top, pain of bereavement
No panacea, no potions to douse...
Alone she left me...

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I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but...

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I don’t know what love is anymore.


How do you know if you love someone, 
If you no longer know what love is?
How do you carry on as if everything is normal,
When inside you are falling...

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