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In the Rug Gad Throes of Anticipatory Anxiety

Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew
Scott Harris, with
     unrelenting, unescapable,
     and unbearable despair, grew

wing by leaps and bounds,
     which fraught gloom didst hew
mindset equalled nought 
     (Gordian knot) i.e.
     zero ambition tubby

     alive, and concomitantly
brought if only you knew,
wrought unbearable toxic brew
to pinpoint the exact clue
how being penniless I do
attest, this compounded zilch money
agonized by quite
     a stack - more'n a few

monthly bills past due,
thus aye rue
min hated, the least loo
pee, and most painless
     final solution of this Jew
wish atheist, (these
     utterances absolutely true),
no "FAKE king," trump

     petting, yawping foam
     minted psychosomatic ague,
whereat mine mental state hue
mon gust lee off kilter,
     with hum moo
zing thoughts of
     palm lee strangling myself,
     (or hiring sum

     handsome fist responder to slew),
me the way - no
     cho king) till I go
totally tubularly blue
in the face, em
     barking on undo
wobble decision, said permanent
     exodus from life,

     this scribe dost view
as last saving grace,
     this self woo
man eye zing,
     (nada so amazing),
     ye might poo poo
such drastic desperation,
     non heroic measures stew

pa head and er ration
     hubble grim foray
     exacerbated predisposition
     to panic/ anxiety attacks,
     the alluring temptation
     hi with Andy Lee drew
to bid bid adieu
to hard scrabble existence,

     and in summer re: goo
winter becoming cremated powder,
     (with urn nest to dog -
     un woof hoot

     table Sirius ness), wharf few
if any tsuris -
     (Yiddish for aggravation),
     NO ash lee zero distress,
     would upend resting
    in a bajillion pieces.


Bi - Folding Doors

Six months after my Mother decided to move 
     out of the house, which only she and I shared. 

     Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path 
     during preceding time. 

In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide 
We met while waiting on stationary city bound bus
I was 16, you 14, shared only gender and addiction 
Your two finger signal to me, initial encouragement 

Together we stepped out, sat down with ease
A pocket produced the cigarette you requested
Yet  to realise your soon apparent clairvoyance 
As my Angel, our meeting was ardour suspended

With nonchalance of street-wise, I shrugged a reply
"Just heading to the City, - see what's going on" 
You ascertained vague expression between lines
Guaged I had nowhere prescribed to belong

Insistence that I come to your house unwarranted 
I swallowed order with gratitude, steaming broth's bowl
Shock shot lame my stiff stance, flowing warmth translated 
Riding the bus beside a friend, unlikely dream unfolded

A typical teenager, you lived with your family, to become
My family for the next four months, a premature adult's reprieve 
Your three sisters, one brother equalled four full bedrooms 
Her pure generosity allowed your Mum to willingly shelter me

Had my cashless, city bound track occurred, I shudder
to guess at possible horror hapless trajectory offered
Shahanna, the miracle of our co inciding invited my rescue
A chance for childhood dependance given to the discarded




       

         Indebted to Shahanna's proximity, God's will

Premium Member Love In the Springtime

Love in the springtime

What sweeter thought than this

The first warm days accompanied

By a brand new exciting romance

An old fashioned romance

Like the ones written about in books

In love poems

That lived in the hearts of young people

Before this 'anything goes' society

A gentle caring approach like love used to be

Filled with mystery

With the excitement of that first kiss

That first tender embrace

Nowadays we try on the merchandise before we buy

No mystery, no exciting anticipation

The thrill is gone

Oh for those simple days gone by

When the excitement in our hearts

Was almost too much to bear

That experience has never been matched

Never been equalled in all our succeeding years

Love in the springtime of life


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

PALEO POLARITY

  
hands rapturously slashing satori, bang !
light droplets filter down, bats brushing skin 
to fly knowingly low, then water gushed
through cracks, bring —
snakes, spiders, scorpions across our toes
stones spoke in singular sighs as 
golden orb set in whirlwinds high
velvet night descends, opposites attract
poles swing — >

cave was nowhere, yet everywhere 
Mozart symphonies were future 
shadows written on our vacant palms
 to sojourn with Harry the Strandloper 
was unspoken song by GRACIOUS ALL 
for beloved paleo pole points, Call ! 
Khoisan shores we tread profoundly 
adorned with seashell bracelets 
before on red concert seats to 
sit enraptured, opposites horned 

no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy 
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
crystal shafts in dimness protected
our irises reflecting stalactite,
dolomite, Dynamite !
anchovy offering themselves
 for hunger appeased
white-black apart yet fulcrum starts

we were Power of One in two
~ seasons our compass 
naked emperor with empress embraced
celebration, protection or 
fool interventions unknown 
variables, not yet defined 

contrary poles merging with heather 
whispering as copper painted patterns 
etheric on grotto’s sotto ~
voices faraway clamped our knees
 it was future shackles of Bastille 
through time tunnels terrible 
vacant minds a pair to stare
simply sky, earth, two lode stars as one 
wolves, bears, squirrel frequencies 
to dare a similar stare !

womb then lustily grew —
berries, tubers fat ripe
nipples started leaking, crows cackled
she was born in running river, pinking water 
cord to trout we fed, who offered us  
their firm flesh in turn
clouds melted into navel smooth 
moon our compass soon enabled
cavern walls slapping spring to bring

spirit expanded fontanelle 
winds chiming bells
hammer forged to chop stone found
swallows still equalled fellow tribes  
harmonious cynosures more inscribed 

my eyes drew out his to flush awake
nostrils flared flaked, two at stake
slowly malachite dragons dissolved
paleo quintessences evolved 
swinging space-time into now 
once more polarity’s 
sublime ~ 


___________________
3rd Placement: Premier Contest 
Rob Carmack: July 26

The Centre Point

 
 

I arrived breath away, stepping out of a journey waiting not for fellow passengers with tedious conversations about Hemingway, Trump or AI 
hot excitement dissolved into foreboding
pain, then shattered into peace ~ bliss on 
cards, an endless journey had end after all

age equalled superfluous suffering
red ticks on calculus examination page 
point of Excalibur deadly, yet where I 
belonged as spiral, lived a hundred lives 
or more of solitude, silence, secrecy 
dandelions oracled sacred

yin and yang exploded into nothingness 
white black entwined stillness containing 
all sound, shadows, twenty four strands 
when tabulating male and female
fire flashed into stardust figments
a millionth of a blinking second

whether charioteer voted redhead wily 
in a country of dollars or mid-life crisis 
cities were questions embedded in olive branches or fleas on poodles barking twirled with archaeologists, crooks, historians 
status mattered not here

altars in faraway wonderlands where writers recreated Alice whilst filmmakers negotiated budgets ignorant that movies were magical moments bound in akashic records  
here marigolds came before business 
Brahman footprints treading Truth tabled

Singularity contained every loop into Void embracing once upon time a leather jacket 
journey cracked its own codes crumbled fleshless, as eyes became saucer satellites 
explorers, tourists, passengers, all here ~
revelry was lived or meditation mastered 

centre point, brilliant or dull, crude or sharp equals zero-one sequences ~ music, sky, planets, charioteer or train passenger 
all gifted with a choice … return to Earth
or bathe forever in Centred Bliss


Zoe Newson

Zoe was born 1992 and is a Paralympic powerlifter,
Who was born with growth hormone deficiency,
In Ipswich, she attended East Bergholt school, lifter,
And enjoyed the Suffolk School Games, proficiency.

She tried the sport of powerlifting for the first time,
In 2006, and as a result of the thrill of successful lifts,
She joined the Suffolk Spartans club in 2007, dime,
To lift 40kg later that year at a local games, her fists.

Then in Cardiff at the Worlds she managed 47.5kg,
Where she came in second, and then later in 2008,
In May, she had a PB of 60kg, and then repeating
This in June to take British Champion in her weight.

Then in Cardiff again, in 2009 Zoe dropped a class,
But lifted 70kg to come first, then in the 2009 summer,
At the World Dwarf Games she did gate with her brass,
75kg, which she repeated at the British Finals, bumper.

Bangalore 2009 November and the World Games,
And she did take both the junior and senior silver,
But back at Cardiff again she came first, no pains,
In 2010, then improved to 85kg at the BFs to deliver.

She broke the European junior record, she’d doubled,
Her weight to lever 85kg, and then in Kuala Lumpur,
At the Worlds she came first in the junior, not buckled,
And she did come fourth as well in the event senior.

But she lost out on medal position by coming fourth,
At the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow, Scotland, 
In the year 2010, on the run-up to the London gorse, 
Then back in Cardiff again, 2014, a first she did land.

She concentrated hard for the London Paralympics, 
To focus, drive and push for success and the best, 
So as the only GB competitor in the under 40kg mix,
She equalled her PB with 88kg taking bronze, chest.
Form: Quatrain

Caradog's Fight

Faithful companion, Caradog, without necessity 
Habitat fed his needs, our bond rapidly developed 
Fierce competent hunter amazingly adopted me
Heritage unable to continue, thylacine near relic 
Decision to keep him secret was tumult traumatic
Exploited Tiger captured disallowed me to have it

Slender sniff nuzzled friend was a multitude more
Central to my craft's formation, carved wood replica
Tangible muse renews value in sculpting his form
Task of inspiration shed sparks of reaching fire

From my lantern lit table, I intently watched him rise
Stilt like legs stretched, striped yellow rump lifted
Nudged me with gentle nose, wild must be a guise! 
Trusting eyes knew domesticity, my heart pilfered

So we walked, accepted man beside marsupial beast
Sharp snout pointed urgently when he detected a meal
Several rats equalled daily quota, Caradog's appease
Showed me hidden nooks, I couldn't figure the appeal 
Of providing his secrets, perhaps to dispel theories
Population still existed, a duty he felt was obligatory 

Already running in my long local veins, knowledge
Caradog was the final egsample, the last battler
Of a fine Australian species, sadly now abolished 
Persistent development trampling their chattels 

Option to turn him in to rangers, on my doorstep
Final thylacine female despondent and beyond it
Zoo tourist captivity would instill Caradog torture
Days spent free, ferocious mate bore my fondness


( Last live Thylacine held in Tasmania, 1933 )

* Convincing Thylosene on poems below this, 
                the prequel to this story 


9th August 2020
Form: Rhyme

Don'T Marry Meredith

It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed 
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor, 
still jingling with belt attached 
All of your belts and shoes are brown
My father told me as a child, that homosexuals
were identifyable according to the colour of their leather
-  Brown meant straight - black equalled gay - simple!


It was an odd jolt seeing your face for the first time
Framed in slim silver, large laptop screen size photo
A typical care filled composition 
Brunette, proud as puch five foot five, linked her arm 
Through your blue shirt arm, her grin was relief saturated 
She had to be a Christian, your family is devout Christian 
Appearing 25,  she no doubt felt a first sexual encounter 
was long overdue 
But catered for entirely by God's intention


Anyhow, Aaron, I'm sorry I digress, - you're a busy man
Hence I've never seen you on a Friday when I clean there
You haven't yet moved out of Mom and Dad's s home, it must
make it easier to keep life in order, avoid giving in to urges
1920's movie star you are, in glinted silver screen frame 
Minus Charlie Chaplin moustache 
Plus ten pounds, giving your face cherubic cuteness
Kewpie eyed expression unphased
jowls harking harmless ventriloquist puppet


Don't be upset
If I described myself it would be similarly unorthodox
Vacuum zooming (according to aggressive motor noise) 
I gazed at your lax lipped purple tinged face
-  it has to be the most obvious unspoken secret in your family 
-   Aaron, sweet child of God. 
Your world won't have a bar of who you are


Your Mother had just returned to position a large vase 
showcasing three dozen orange roses behind your frame 
Plus a cellophane covered hamper of high end liquor 
God, Aaron - your upbringing has enclosed you 
aligned with their strict beliefs
You'll need to put that cellophane over your mouth
Wrap it tight around your heart
- You have a congregation to consider
you'll be alright

Premium Member Brendan Ain'T Able

Brendan ain’t ‘Able’

The teacher preached that we are all ‘different but similar and 
                                     love should prevail’ as the ruler came down in seven lashes
on the bare bottom in mathematical precision and so the pattern
                             was formed in bright red strikes and strides for creativity shelled

Two canes plus three canes had equalled one cane for Brendan lost in 
                            the world of artistry fantasy mild mellowed dreams anticipation of 
cruelty abandoned for a more equal world of compassion and kindness
                        Diversity does not mean we all have to die by the hand of the sword

But the ground rules were laid the nucleus centred the core enshrined
                        on the altar of learning of fear and conditioning the human condition
Surely Cain had been forgiven while Brendan was not just so able
                    What a premise to believe all need to be governed by rules and by fear

Brendan himself became governor received medals and glory on the
                          killing fields of purple hearts while his rainbow receded smouldered
in ashes and blood scripted the fiction that wars must be waged on
                            others infidels and the weak and the meek who simply don’t learn

Anarchy has been misunderstood for the chaos projected bedevilled 
                         by the teachers and soldiers whose bayonet is the ruler the wooden
spoon for the worst form of governance inflicted by the concept that
                 we as the people and People could never know best are derided as sheep

Who says it is utopia that we cannot govern ourselves one step at the time
                     inch by inch like the face on the weapon that had patterned his cheeks
‘Rule thyself not thy neighbour’ let us stand up and rebel oppose the
                      dominion of dominant forces overthrow the rule and the ruler and live

10th March 2017

Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated Mine

Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated (mine)

No sense of accomplishment prevails to date
analogous to kudzu... inadequacy runs rampant
recurring theme extant within poetic endeavors,
and often discussed with assigned therapist (one
among many girls named Stephanie Dodds) do
GOOGLE search and see for yourself – similar

curiosity got the better of me, whose christened
name (Matthew Scott Harris), not unique to yours
truly, a poem, which theme pertaining to aforesaid
first, middle, and last namesake already written by
none other other than this scrivener) impacted self
esteem less so than inchoate nascently, pervasively

rampantly,... thrashing unleashed upon impression
hubble early (perhaps even in utero) formative days
of milne eeyore whinnying pooh wrenching, ruing
jackknifing...unsmiling, lamenting childhood's end
upon cusp debilitating psychological tragedy, where
whatsapp pining within me present mindset lodged

nexus, sans linkedin destructive buzzfeeding apathy
mired potential vitality (crying evinced powerful
lungs) quickly succumbing against brutish, nasty,
yet not short reign of innate oppression, fixation
abnegation with dereliction, asper self preservation
engendering feeble gesticulation harkening incipient

personhood crowdsourcing courtesy condemnation
damning existential insignificance motif possibly
adopted comparing not fancy free and footloose
demeanor toward none other than Boyce Brandon
Harris, thee papa, jack of all trades, (many taught
thru his own quick learning penchant), numberless

abilities + storied vocation - mechanical engineer
equalled one smart polymath strengths constantly
reiterated by mother (dearest long since deceased)
agog how papa excelled at most every endeavor,
i.e. vocational career at General Electric (aerospace
engineer) in conjunction with bajillion avocations,

hence finding his sole son (second of three progeny)
when only yeah high (a scrawny, skinny, spunky...
little boy) internalizing heaping accolades bestowed
strong, not so dark, modestly handsome biological
paternal parent with (rocking) round the clock timely
adulation, which praise papa similarly received soon
after blessed birth April ninth ninety twenty nine.
Form: Bio

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