Long Inhabits Poems

Poetry

As I sit here, at my table, pen in hand,
contemplate – there is nothing I understand
about that which flows – I write
not knowing how or why ?, the sight

before these eyes – one calls poetry.
Blinded...

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Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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                                  The...

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The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about...

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My thoughts drift...back 
...to days-long ago...
like faded photographs...
the sun is
bright... 
the day is brilliant and crisp...

I stand among the forest of lost moments
like, dear, that run and play...forgotten...memories
...the hunting grounds of my
youth...

Images of love vanished
...victories...

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Friends believed she was dead.
The doctors worked frantically.
No sign of why her heart just stopped.
The last thing she had said before she collapsed:
"I wish I was dead."

Seems that her wish was granted
Cause doctors still have no cure.
What most ailed her has always been
A crushed and broken spirit.

But in that moment
That singular...

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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th, 
 ...

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Reverend Dr. Margret A. O'Neall Developmental Minister

Unitarian Universalist Church
situated in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
whereat every Sunday morning, I
Matthew Scott Harris) blessedly zoom
virtually attend congregation 
(recent attendee) experience

fellowship, albeit an outlier,
these two score plus one year...

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Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their...

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Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
throughout Highland Manor, 
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th, 
deux thousand twenty one).

Vicious...

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My God, my God, why have You forsaken me??    
Why are You so far from delivering me,?    
and from my roaring words of distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, 
but You do not answer;?    
and at...

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The Mansions of Heaven

I’ve birthed poems that still miss attention from friends
that are company to me. Downpours? Keep me dry!
Life provides, both in comings and goings (some fear).
I find joy in the knowledge some things...

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Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and...

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With your love, you
love me, with your
strength, you Lord,
Strengthen me

By your living word I am
Given wisdom, faith, and
Knowledge with which to
Guide my ways

I have need of your love
Every moment where sin
Has a chance to enter,
Where...

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Once i made up my mind to find the monster, 
causing all the misery in the planet.
So I set out on a journey to save earth and it's inhabits.

I first encountered a scrawny boy with...

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a diabolical grace ...

dark, deep, warm-black arms of
an endless night wrap me ...
head thrown back in abdication -
arms spread wide in surrender,
falling backward, back, back, onto a
hard dogwood blackness ...
nails of my own stark weakness
fasten...

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Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different colors take precedence
While others slowly recede
Still present, yet less visible

Some...

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He spends his nights cold, and full of desperate wonder. Pondering time; and his place amidst the infinite mass around him. For as he pleads for his eye lids to fall, he knows the planet...

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She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is.
A beautiful, bubbly little girl.
Heart opened to the world, trusting everyone who inhabits it.
The corners of her mouth turned upward, her cheeks tinted pink.
She looks at...

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Could my muse be so complex a being
That his inner drive remains in creating music
Music which would hypnotize lions
Music which would wake in me, the mystic
Music which would sing always, of the mystery
That inhabits life...

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As children, we all dream,
tales of magic, of mystery,
and our own imagined destinies;
we dream of future prowess, of our own fantastic wyrds –
of our glorious, important place in the cosmos.

Whether those dreams are of firemen,...

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INNER SANCTUM

The eyes reveal a man’s inner world
Laying bare his demons 
Those who seek to know him better
May glimpse the truths he guards 
Carefully within

Illuminating what he feels he must hide 
The eyes  
Drag...

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a cherished paper-cutting

                                ...

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I almost trashed an anhinga in the middle of a street
leading out to the highway from our copycat
barrier island: sibling of another it resides beside,
curling around the end of the Florida coast as far north
as...

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It’s almost midnight
On All Hallow’s Eve
And I’m here to seduce,
Entrance and deceive

Tonight I come calling,
a nightmarish creature –
You’ll cling to the stories
You’ve been told by your preachers

Who tell you that ghouls
Are all in the mind,
But...

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