Long Eth Poems

Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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Learned or learnt not to quit                             ...

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Forsaken Love

Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me
my miserable life now cut in shreds
If only thee had instead set me free
love, no longer sharing our silkened beds

To what ending hath thou denied my love
with darkness...

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The Carnivore Within...

Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns

hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor...

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A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke 
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”

I said, “Ooh,...

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It was an EVEning to remAMBER for Jane,
WEN DA men gathered in the GLEN,
OL I VER there were Taylor's friends uNOAHn
So, she was STEPH AN' FREDDYn' alone 
Then HER MAN, Taylor, called out
In an almost...

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Muscles ache and backbones creak
New things bought become antique
Metals tarnish, plaster cracks
Paintings fade, their colour lacks
Rocks erode and woodcraft weathers
As does brick and hands and leather

So can't this work on poetry?
A problem for a bard...

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According to Jung, “The creative urge lives and grows in a person like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We would do well, therefore, to think of the creative process...

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No Title

In my hubris, youth – I knew then
as much as I think I  know now.
Only then I did not know when,
or where, or why, or how

it would all come together
nor would I know...

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His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone

For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye...

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The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
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The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting...

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