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Hey, Sally
I watch our daughters Rebecca
and Rachel browse so like you did.
They scour the stacks in a Rich-
mond book store, trailing big reads
for when they return to their com-
portable places. Home again,
feet up, tea cups steeping.
I came home from afternoon
office hours and found you stretched
out on the couch we bought in
the second-best store in Snowtown
and brought to Washpa. Your tea cup
was by your side and a cat curled
at your feet sleeping.
A significant novel, In-
dian or another latter-day
Dickens was tented half-way through
on your breast. I am filled with joy—
by daughters who continue
to scout out
great big books to accompany
tea cups steeping, cats sleeping,
on lazy afternoons.
“I should submit it to the Smithsonian Institute it seems”
“ Be careful this could all be in your dreams” By the poet to the poet.
Euphoric stimulation rushing through my mind,
When I read a poem which was quite a find.
It dazzled my mind, I felt the poem’s vibration,
Did this genius come from some Divine inspiration?
Compelled my heart to flutter, breathing quickens.
Who wrote this, could it have been Dickens ?
Remembering, it was I that these words did utter.
Breathing quickens, compelled my heart to flutter.
Am I experiencing poetic inhalation, is this a holy grail?
Gasping for breath with untold fiasco, an effort to exhale.
The Romans came and they called it Aqua Sulis,
there aint no place on the earth can out do this,
if Bath was a day then I think we'd call it Christmas,
if Bath could be owned then you'd put it on your wish list.
This is my home
and it started as a bath house.
Romans roamed
watch the water in the bath bounce.
Known for playing rugby
so were tough but lovely.
A city of world heritage
with buildings on a bridge.
We've a heaven sent Crescent
standing Royal and pleasant.
Bath stone stands in a circle
and makes the Circus.
Natural hot springs that cured
a prince of his illness.
Prince Bladud was banished
now Bath is established.
There's still a city wall,
a fortress of the old skool.
and BA1 and BA2 I call,
an urban miracle.
A hot spring bubbles
and a cold river flows.
They built heaven on the Avon
and now the chorus goes...
The Romans came and they called it Aqua Sulis,
there aint no place on the earth can out do this,
if Bath was a day then I think we'd call it Christmas,
if Bath could be owned then you'd put it on your wish list.
This is where they crowned the first king of all England,
that would make Bath the heart and soul of the kingdom.
Just like Rome seven hills surround our home,
and believe me it's better than Paris or London.
The view is exquisite,
the Roman home away from Rome.
A very rare charm is evident,
a city in its element.
You'll marvel at Bath Abbey,
it is flocked to by tourists.
Urban bliss and pleasantness,
Bath City is gorgeous.
Jane Austin lived here and Dickens would visit,
a place of discovery, from here they found a planet.
The birth of the Post Office with the first letter sent,
Bath City is a priceless romantic settlement.
LEISURE FROM LISTFULNESS
A long & dreary time,exquisite
delight has passed.A perverse
unaccountable feeling.A moment’s
reflection,a store of recollections
a painful task to concentrate upon.
Questions come thronging my pen,
difficult to convey,a matter of doubtful
expediency,leisure from listfulness,
dreamy,beautiful,inconsistent,reflective.
Passion and affections a mute sense of
attachment,yet gratifying. The end of a struggle
From Letters of Charles Dickens
A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
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Matthew Scott Harris deprived himself
relishing, savoring, and tasting
chromosomal biologic metamorphosis
including wreaking havoc, nixing, and
foregoing heterosexual interpersonal experiences,
thus sparking woeful regret
disallowing, disenabling, and not providing
natural encoded healthy growth
of body, mind, and spirit triage
regarding fluke of universe i.e. me
(since origin of aforementioned species)
took center stage tentatively
bivouacking upon globe.
Much ado about nothing
can be done measure for measure
missing out out love's labour's lost
nevertheless, all's well
doth (did) not end well
concerning (by dickens)
my life and hard times,
which cannot square miserable
with great expectations never attained
courtesy wretched soul,
scratching our feeble existence,
who gives the antagonist and/or protagonist
constituting Les Misérables,
a run (for his) la monnaie,
eeking out hand to mouth subsistence
never livingsocial, nor buzzfeeding
avast set of basic hormonal needs and wants
and/ or acquiring, succoring,
and treasuring pittance
akin to dime a dozen
day late and dollar short paupers,
(whose mere pennies on the dollar earnings,
albeit insufficiently funded legal tender)
while accruing mere stale crumbs
comprising daily bread -
our humble father
who art thou in heaven...
bejesus crust...damn near
impossible mission to guarantee
adequate sense and sensibility
pertaining to mine remaining
complete or partial celestial orbitz
without pride nor prejudice
upending, jeopardizing, or compromising
my fragile ego contemplating Cogito, ergo sum.
Dear America.
My name is Common Sense.
A few people still respect
and utilize me, but in many if
not most places, I am no longer
welcome. Nevertheless, I beg of you
to bear with me in this brief discourse.
Here we are again,
at the crossroads of heaven
and, as Charles Dickens would say,
"the other way".
We have been here before, often
pushed to the edge as in 1776, 1812,
and 1860; just to name a few. By God's
good graces, we withstood the attacks
of our enemies and survived our own
civil war against ourselves.
The present questions before us are
whether or not we will survive and
recover from our present determination
to be at war with ourselves.
Do we dare embark upon a course that bodes
no good fortune? Must we insist on a family
feud set on disembarking from America's
foundation principles? Shall we pursue
a direction intent on rebuilding a nation
whose God is no longer The Lord?
I love you America, and I still believe
in you. I shall continue to pray for you.
Your friend,
Common Sense
From childhood I dreamt
of doing wondrous things,
stringing together an
unending, unbreakable
necklace of words, gold-
toned sounds feeding
meaning to my readers,
like food to the famished.
I grew bolder: I would create
word-mountains in the reader's
mind, words that would never die,
but those words were all stillborn.
Years, decades went by.
I grew fat and happy with
wife and family and friends.
Finally, with defiance at the
caprice called Fate, who parcels
out talent by her whim alone,
I said, "So be it! I'll never touch
Shakespeare's toe, nor ruffle
Dickens' collar-- I'll never even
get to tickle silly Ezra Pound."
I'm anonymous, and so too
are you, most likely....
And that is all right, because
as a young man, you see,
my soul came to me-- oh yes,
my soul came quietly to me,
and whispered, I exist forever,
without a start, without an end,
a mockery of time.Then it teased,
"Now fit THAT into your mind,
into your body ever so brief,
just a breath of flesh really."
Things that come,
come in their own way.
I once had a cat, who was born in a barn
on a farm down the road, not far away
Hunting for mice, she was a tigress, unleashed
She would put on a frantic display!
The longer we had her, we knew she was trouble
She would go after chickens, she could pounce like the dickens!
She chased our old hound-dog, who only wanted a friend
Became like a know-it all, who wouldn't amend!
She was simply a threat who could be such a brat
and she thought of herself as........... "Super-cat!"
My intentions were genuine, quite deep with affection…
I had just seen a movie, about a man with the gift
He would whisper to horses…and turn them to bliss
Well, of course I can do this! Control feral hisses ?!!
I would whisper so softly,…. and teach soon her to love me
Domesticate nature, if only to catch her!
She was not for the weak, or the meek faint of heart
She would pick and choose,… who would win, who would lose!
A limb, an eye, or a piece of her mind, was a stab from the start!
No treasure was she, nor the privileged displeasure of her company!
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Revised for Contest: Animal Antics
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
9/14/16
The great hands of fate have squeezed their grip on this infallible date!
Make way, fermenting 7th, for the intolerable October the 8th!
Far, far away the lone lemur leaps with joy to celebrate-
The great, insoluble, improvable, October the blasted 8th!
D.W, dear, with quirks and beauty that torment and infuriate,
Can you not see my flippidy- floppity- flimsy- fedazzled state?
See how my nerves leave me prostrate on the coming of this most magical date!
October the phone a-flippin, Charles J. Dickens, Squawking chickens,
Sexy centaurs strippin, heart sta-ricken, danger dippin' -
October the infernal 8th!
I admit tubby distracted by a modeling
female physique when attempting to write,
an aching agony rips thru this son,
gripping with hard on – tight -
by Dickens constricting sensation,
who orbited the sun LX times
coon sitters himself heterosexual male,
where slumbering testosterone forces unite,
no matter my libido feels
deadened, this despite
the above mentioned
asthma ordinary devoid sexual drive,
when these eyes (brown and myopic) sight
even just a picture
oven an attractive gal fanciful flight
evokes dormant longings
crashing thru concentration
without any invite
sparring dueling animal urge,
I know ain't right
since being married,
and all (witches nothing to celibate)
boot even if aye hapt tubby
dim witted with cerebral blight
prurient predilections, would
nonetheless prevail causing affright,
whereby the photographed lovely lady
dashes out like shuttered image,
though only so few inches in height,
would make a bee line into an
unreachable cubbyhole,
not totally airtight
just enough breathing room
to await darkening hour of night
than with lightspeed akin to meteorite
off into the farther reaches with a blink quite
invisible this quasi
holographic like pseudo sprite
leaves yours truly in the lurch ignite
ting a supposed sexual propensity gone cold
nay, no can do, cuz
untethered high as a kite
electrifying animal desire forced to bite
the dust, though thankfully concupiscent pang
ordinarily not the least bit aroused, aye attest
nope, not lascivious provocative
Barenaked Ladies can NOT excite
an older fellow, whose adolescent body
seethed with hormonal secretion,
and any pretty young thang did alight
a stick up between still skinny legs,
hence people watching
(particularly gals), a birthright
even migrant and/or
teenage mutant ninja turtle doth delight
tool hook, but NOT touch
most times an effortless fight,
yet every once in a while atavistic
pulsations, asper call
of the wild bobwhite
overrides instagramming, snapchatting,
and twittering uber with such might
even erupting sexless interludes of eunuch
or "FAKE" shining knight
chess moonlighting also as “FAKE” playwright,
hence if perchance a beauty catches me sight
lack of youth in your favor
from my penitent penile plight!