Long Hoodlum Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...
initially prepped, honed, and crafted
November second two thousand and twenty
slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two...

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A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam

whiling away his time playing solitaire...
November second two thousand and twenty
fast approaching the final countdown

With less than twenty four, twenty three, 
twenty two...  hours
harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario)
hindering...

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Almost three years ago from today December 20th, 2022

self quarantined misanthrope...
pitched into purgatory wham!

Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine)
courtesy devil specially engraved telegram
prestidigitation found me vanishing shazam,
without a trace I 
disappeared in thin air voila
Earthly...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock
lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend.

Sentimentalism invariably swelled me bosom
regarding how grown former bonny lad,
essentially mutely...

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Let us bear witness to arm and blindfold...
each candidate for president of United States
and therefore witness a duel (to the death)
between Biden and Trump to determine
who occupies Oval Office as forty seventh
Chief executive of the...

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Linton Bosick rode, on the look-out for strays,
in the year eighteen hundred ninety-eight,
he had a job in fair Santa Monica
working the ranch of Big Eldon McCray.

He made his way above a dry ravine
that rambled straight...

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Self quarantined misanthrope pitched into purgatory wham!

Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine)
courtesy devil specially engraved telegram
prestidigitation found me vanishing shazam,
without a trace I disappeared in thin air voila
Earthly travails atop horns of dilemma ram
into me...

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Misery accompanied, haltered, tethered... tattered web

This health conscious lx year
roam'n, hoodwinking hoodlum doth wear
two pair bullet proof underwear,
(which confession rarely trumpeted),
plus yours truly admits unclear
why tibia long in the tooth fellow,

prevaricates with tongue in cheek...

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Corporation Blues

Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They...

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Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave...

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[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]



launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven over rolling hills
atop a ridge of rugged mountains
beyond vestiges of...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being...

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See me a visualization of the truth. A fatal portrait selfie. A dose of reality. 1zt card life dealt me waz the high joker. Nocturnal Mojo. An ounce of venom. Mixed wit buckshot. Inhale freedom....

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2021 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this...

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When I go down to the night by sea
And eye myself the ocean
The sea tells me to sky my thoughts
And I came up with this notion

How many beings could house the stars?
God creating in other...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend,...

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I danced with the hoodlum priestess, in the temple of the sacred pool.
The candles burned down low and jasmine incense from censors, filled the night.
While attendents at the altars, worried prayer beads and chanted sacred...

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brings world word ii gunnery duty 
   as extremely frightful flashback
   which utterly displeases this elderly mortal 
   and such behavior moi aback!
 
Born in this same house 
 ...

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would conveniently scare bejesus
among any hooligan tween
ready and willing to cause mischief
while prowling for methamphetamine,
or other drug of choice

one motley crew member seen
dodging, evading, fording... police
eventually cornered unlike Steve McQueen
(the late actor), who escapes behind...

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What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying chords of the gloomy view?

The cold that begets each blurred...

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"It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !"
The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their...

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AMERICA NEEDS AN INTELLECTUAL GANGSTER AT THE CONTROLS

His father, and his rogue friends were keeping him a
Float. He is a sucker and a lame for 
Russia and Putin can sink his boat,
His goofy American followers....

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There are no heroes
in my story,
only villains.
My brother died, you know?
In a burned-out smoking
car wreck, reeking of alcohol and petrol.
Funny that, as he didn’t drink…or drive.
I said someone is responsible.
That someone has to pay.
My name...

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