Long Hooped Poems

Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality

Countdown to homelessness – 
mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son
panhandler would would register 
pyrrhic victory won.

10…9…8…3..2..1… 
Found me linkedin at the end of...

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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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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
        ...

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Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net. 
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court 
before moving to school...

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Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to, 
A province of vices and soured delinquencies 
Where dreams remain dreams
And reality seems unnatural 
Like angels and demons in a guileful romance

Few months ago, a young...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the...

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With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes...

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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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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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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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Patriot's Play Scheme 

Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I...

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Interesting regarding a walnut. Pacing perking perching. Wow. In a hooped skirt hopping. Hoping shell just keeps safe. Much leaping many leaves. And chiming is neither timing nor temperature gauge. A Guatemalan flying multi coloured...

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I think about you 
 morning noon night 
 I don't think you know
 how much 
 I miss you 
 Each and every day
 I wonder how my life
 will be with you 
...

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Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned.
A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen.
Bulky, he made a big initial impression,
but seemed to lack in true substance.
And thus, was a temporary friend,
often relied on to help others...

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It was mid-April yet felt like December
we tramped a rocky trail in the Himalayas,
our footsteps echoed in the enchanting valley
under the blanket of warm twinkling stars.

Snow-clad peaks seemed closer than ever
as we walked hand in...

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This is the third
time
I've planted
climbing roses

The first two failed
to fulfill
my romantic fantasy
of
efflorescent roses
flaunting their
naughty
frilly pink bodice
and hooped skirts
draped in loops
like gingerbread
scroll-work
or fleur-de-lis
gamboling,
sauntering
across the white
French trellis

I guess I'm really a
fairy trapped
inside this 5' 8"
terrestrial body
I love...

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The Birds And The Bees
Honey tasters and givers
Immaculate creatures that natures delivered

Beautiful colours these gifted with wings
Insects so small, some with a sting
Ringed or hooped to their body shaped
Dancing on the breeze, hovering above buttercups
Singing...

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She floated on her merry way
And left the crowds in pale dismay
A string of streamers flew astray
As the balloon swept to the clouds

The people down below were sold
Their tickets, bright and blooming gold
To take a...

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Sweet Times

Sweet is the taste of days from yesteryear
that haunt the heart so keenly they bring tears
to eyes which have seen sadness, joy and pain
as time passed on and age ceased not to gain.

Sweet were...

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Who In Middle May Part

If of my love this might be mere token
Why have so many rules been broken
And if about you I don't give a dam
Those are the ones who I usually slam.

What can...

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I go to work at 8:00am, at work i take a quick break, people smiling and frowning, acting
like they're real but they're really fake. So at a quarter to 8:00pmi leave work, i hop in
my...

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She gathered the clouds calling their names:
“Pink bell, Honey Drop, Stardust, Sea Wild”
and all hooped, nodding heads like dames.
They lay to sleep humming like a meek child.
 
No, no, no, she was not playing games:
just...

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