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Scale mosaic tail lays gracefully draped over rock
Sumptuous hip width to skin graduates
Saturated waist trailing tendrils touched by moss
Silk mermaid nautical languor eminates
Sorrow in inhibit, love's absence induces her sobs
Vanguard calmly addresses the depths with probe
Weaving seemlessly amongst seaweed
Gentle marina mistress, Clementine reserves hope
For a qualified merman, in love succeed
Tugged subtly by tides of princely promises flowed
Spell of solo exploration doesn't tarnish bright fins
Siren inspired by increasing innate talent
Sanguine supple lovely needn't gun for yang to yin
Suitor to exceed her calibre, most haven't
Shown aptitude for brave compassion, closest kin
Clam fan covered curves retain an untainted heart
Slender arms open troves old tides buried
Gracious Clementine stays patient for Cupid's dart
Pleasant peaks of top lips drip salt, selfish
Lungs unemcombered by blunder summons laugh
Tinkle bells bemused chortle across vibrant pearls
Heightened by judicious standpoint jubilee
Felicious pageant entrant in a fish tail gown swirls
Heavy gems adorn torso tight with chastity
Air orgasmed chest of benevolent treasure unfurls
16th February 2021
Entered into Charlotte Peddifoot's
Open Poetry Contest
in this civilized democratic society we have the law
a system of checks and balances that our forefathers had foresaw
but today we have the rich and powerful, the elitist ones
who think that they're above the law no matter what deeds they have done
we also have those who are in a law-enforcement capacity
who think the law does not apply to their acts of duplicity
we have court clerks, judges, attorneys and D.A.s
who use the rules of law as a game that they can play
yet it's us the American citizens, the law-abiding average man
who view the law as a most important and judicious plan
innocent until proven guilty, it's the democratic way
we regard the law as a necessary rule to have order in this day
it's a shame and a travesty that those in trusted positions of power
think that their deeds are above the law at any given hour
so how do we fix this problem and amend this flaw?
so everybody will know that they are not above the law.
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
Bully me, yours truly
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish fellow
immediately facilitates characterization
hashtagged lucubration and manifestation of quietude.
Though true agitation transparent to passersby
soul asylum of sexagenarian beleaguered
with invisible mailer daemons
that hound the psyche
of this doggone muttering bonafide wordsmith.
In argot of polymath author of these words,
(the modestly noteworthy
opportunistic, poetic Matthew Scott Harris)
essentially he describes himself
as a generic simple Simon,
who never met a pieman
his mellow outward demeanor
belies, harbors, and represses
a quaking, raging bull, and seething
tempestuous storm beneath the calm,
which faux placidity
shields a woke monster
(donned in Harris tweed and Scottish tartan)
mashing everything in his wake
courtesy huge feet
resembling puff daddy bear paws.
Though found out later in life
than most muggles
aforementioned humble
human like bipedal hominid
discovered extraordinary ability
to morph from dimwitted dork dweeb
into grim faced, frightful,
albeit gentle unassuming
pygmy up by the petard giant extraordinaire,
which latent superpower
never served him in good stead
to ward off cruel classmates and peers
tormenting teasing taxing
terrorizing treatment til tears
trickled down my cheeks.
Every now and again,
when some nasty brutish beastly lout
dares to utter colorful invectives,
a gradual transformation
slowly but surely occurs
within every baited cell
(automatically summoned, triggered,
and unveiled courtesy a bitterly
deadly force to be reckoned with
deep within these lovely bones)
witnessing sudden bravado and daring do
additionally helped along after I discretely
chomp on powder milk biscuits
(the secret recipe only known
to forbidding Norwegian bachelor farmers)
giving an unexpected
judicious Hawaiian punch
to the loathsome miscreant
(never knowing what hit him)
knocking said thug out in cold blood.
Oh! My true companion,
Thanks for your support and participation.
Happy to get an identification.
The ever presence shows your dedication.
The trajectory of life achieves a perfection.
You open doors for communication,
Use Ultrasimple medium for conversation.
Thanks for this care and judicious action.
When I fail, you keep me out of depression.
When it is new, you provide proper acclimatization.
All leave by and then with suspicious action,
But you stand still like a rock with no disintegration.
Your patience opens a new dimension,
It recedes the tensions and gives them moderation.
I top your priority list without an exception.
Thanks to keep me out of deceptions.
You are the only immortal in the world of corrosion.
To know you and accept you give me satisfaction,
It fuels me with strong determination.
Should I take your name with your permission?
Although you don't need an introduction,
Its "Time " Who never care for an invitation
And definitely will stay till my cremation.
A petition has intiaton.' On border soverigenity.' Midst angst
And supposition ? In one dimention flow of people..Has
Been a staple, before Noah sailed over the silenced; and hidden
Creations.' Yet subject to conditions i e ( travellers funding
Available craft? the (prevailing tides and seasons ) allowing
Integration, of benefit to any nation.' Any artifice; or abberation
Type's Cannot justify, it is my inclination.' Only in the 1700s
Enslaved peoples in ( massed movement ) mirror of the
Current.' And did such not cause misery.? The 1970's
Was a purging, a cathartic stage' of (that un-normal) un-needed instancy.) driven by such materialistic social engineering originally.!
In a certainty of lunacy.' So in Britian late 2024 a petion is
Now set forth.' To seal all borders for a full five years course.' In normal
Times such would be ludicrous.' Yet in consideration of what we see' with
All the currant human misery..' It now appears most judicious and not at all Im-prudent; to use.' as i can see.)
Saw the rose open bloom by the blink of an eye
whilst I sit by a blue ribbon sea
love agape in my room all my fears are a lie
with the grace of Your love, I do see
that the sun never fails to return to the sky
like the water returning to sea
as I walk on a shore by an eagle's shrill cry
through the grace of Your love, I do see
little footsteps behind, never leading me blind
doth I swim in the ocean of free
you alone hath begotten my soul to unwind
and through grace of Your love, I do see
as the mollusk un-clams in his lyrical shell
Lufian -light comes to see
that truth is a bullion of gold , all is well
and through the grace of Your love, we all see
that the stars always shine in the seine
while the temporal lights all agree
He's our lifing device, judicious and sane
and through grace of His love,
we all, can see.
Feb. 3, 2019
Freedom with far Freedom with | Order with less Order with far
less emphasis on less emphasis | emphasis on less emphasis
Order - on Order - | Freedom - on Freedom -
__________________ _______________ | ________________ ________________
F: Far-reaching Fundamental O: Opportunistic Onerous
R: Rectifications; Receptivity R: Responses Regulatory
E: Effectuating Expressly D: Diminishing Dogmas;
E: Evolving Empowering E: Empirical Emplacing
D: Determinants Diversity; R: Rights; Rules
O: Operability Optimizing L: Lessening Limiting
M: Maximizing Meritocratic E: Effective Equalitarianism;
L: Laissez-faire; Lifestyles; S: Subgroup Subverting
E: Exhorting Enhancing S: Sureties; Safeguards;
S: Superior Systemic F: Fostering Formalizing
S: Sensibilities; Subjectivism; R: Regimens Restrictions;
O: Obviating Operationalizing E: Eroding Engendering
R: Revisionism; Responsiveness; E: Egalitarianism; Exclusivity;
D: Demanding Developing D: Devaluing Demonizing
E: Expansive Eclectic O: Objective Oppositional
R: Resources. Representation. M: Messaging. Momentum.
___________________________
Above are these competing views
Of social construct ends
And choice is not to win or lose
But how they all should blend.
The truth is each is built into
The fabric of our days
Requiring that we must pursue
Sound, realistic ways.
Judicious blend is what we need
To keep us on due course -
With none promoted to exceed
And sanction our remorse.
“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.” – Irving Berlin
Ever since I became a Souper in 2022
A profile with tinted eyeglass and grey hair,
Reflecting gentleness and aristocracy,
Caught my wandering yet judicious eyes.
On reading his poems, I was drawn to him.
A cool and level headed man was Harry.
Strong like an old Oak tree, ever sheltering.
A sanctum to new poets, a guardian to all,
A man of warmth and wisdom, an inspiration.
He was not just one among a clump of trees
But stood aloof like an oak tree, firmly rooted.
In his popular poem The Old Oak Tree,
He lays down the credo of his life~
“Let us be sanctuary to the
symbolic songstress, scuttling
squirrel, vulgar urchin;
a fortress for the warrior
a haven for the pacifist
an inspiration for the poet!”
Never a pedant, flaunting his trophies,
For he knew the transitoriness of worldly fame.
Never fancied to ride the Hot Air Balloon
Knowing, it would come down to earth, deflated.
Not a votary of the ultra- modern.
In An Agenda-less Age- a poem of his,
He nostalgically reminisces his childhood,
In a rustic country side with no timetables and no worries,
With 'a tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,'
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But as support to lean on and chat with neighbors.
Harry, with you we believe too- ‘Death is not the End’
But the Golden Gate to another life.
Though your voice has fallen silent,
You continue to speak to us through your poems.
Your songs are still, yet you live on,
Through every line of verse composed.
Hiroshima n Nagasaki – Seventy Five Years Since 1945
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type
atomic bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with 15 kiloton blast yield
reduced 400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets,
the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay,
(the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy years years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister
thermonuclear reaction
malevolent evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful
means maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only poorly be described
by this mortal with curable bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, more-so
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly
than those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface (think towering infernos)
temperatures topping 4,000°C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of sinister mushroom cloud
wickedly, ominously, and eerily looming.