Long Kinfolk Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan

Acknowledgment of birthday gal,
whose invaluable priceless worth
exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars.  

First born of Boyce and Harriet
(both long since deceased,
albeit cremated whereby their ashes
- cremains scattered to the four winds)
in Paterson,...

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When does phenomenal moment of existence occur...?

Otherwise titled: Regaling eldest sibling
delineating her sixty third successful orbit
around the sun December first 2021.

About consciousness who can tell
After haploid gametes
able, eager, and ready
to yield eukaryotic (diploid) cell?

What triggers...

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https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_funny_thing_happened_on_the_way_to_my_hanging_1038053

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_funny_thing_happened_on_the_way_to_my_hanging_-part_deux_1078413


( For Caren Krutsinger)




The long arm of the law reaches far and wide
If you've done wrong you've no place to hide
Didn't bother my brother, he was quick on the draw 
But I'm his law abiding...

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>River Orwell and a Poppy field
By Stanley Russell Harris
(The mad Author)

I went out with the wife today.
We walked by the River Orwell I say.
Tide was out, but breeze was swell.
Ensured there was no stinking town...

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Inheritance
 
We are guardians of the future are trustees for 
                        ...

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Eyes surrender to the amber of the morning light 
Beguiled and stagnate is the mind from the somber of the night 
And again begins the whispers of the voices from ago 
And to its torment...

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He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head, the dreaded clock had invaded peace instead
He dreaded rising, was...

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Why his old head is so hollow you can see him think.
   Onlyest  time he ever makes any sense is when he takes to the drink.
And that don’t last too long caustit...

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Thanksgiving fast approaches 
and the bustling has begun
in an enchanting house, 
the House of Cinnamon.
With children home for holiday, 
the voices that you hear
are sunny as the curtains hung 
inside this home of cheer.

As words...

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"Blessed Child"

No explanation why
trade marked self made
     unsheathed sword didst try
to wreak havoc, sans
     deep hurtful (severe) stabs,

     no solution to
  ...

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Mi                                  ...

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We never realized until they left us 
To be with their Friend and Protector
For all time to come and we were left 
Alone to fight life’s deadliest battles
All by ourselves and suffer in silence 
And...

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12/3/20


I opened and jumped out my window
I saw the bigger picture not just life through a window

Went to help out kinfolk

At times had to do the limbo
Wasn't always simple
Jack be nimble
The real thing, not no...

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Way up in the mountains there’s a story that they tell.
About a man named Billy Jo and how one night he yelled.
He lived up in a little spot well-hidden in the hills.
A place where very...

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Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke

let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst...

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Home,my sweet home,
Where blue tranquil rapids flow,
Its meanders run in symphonic rhythms ;
To the left and right aside,
It holds my village firm;
Yellow is ripen glow of lavish harvest;
Land filled by gold and breads;
That unblemished brook...

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Alas ample alliteration available?!

True (terrific) title: Trump's truckling tutored troopers...;
wily word wizard worried,
where world wide web wickedly wends.

Triumphantly tenaciously (try to) trample treacly
traffickers target timid testifiers traducing,
their traitorous tractable toxic troglodyte:
today transition toward
totalitarianism tidily trends.

Quasimoto...

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Night falls and the mirror moon illumes the 
heavenly starry skies with gleaming ivory beams.  
Shiny and mellow, a splendrous silver orb, 
the delight of the night sky!

It is the evening of the 15th,...

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A battered woman in tattered cloths huddled beneath an oak.
Befuddled by the stranger’s gaze as he handed her his cloak.
Unwittingly, her lips curled up as her tangled hair she stroke.
Her pale blue eyes began to...

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Earth; ruined by the bombs and mortarBillions of kinfolk are then slaughtered
Nature is our life's real governing forceCovers the scars, in its own due course
A newly born child, in its far away landIts history impregnated,...

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The playwright was most effective
As the dramatic illuminator
Of his own tristful destiny
As well as those of his kinfolk.
And of the two plays that treat
Of the tragic Tyrones
One features James,
His wistful pheere Mary,
And his two troubled...

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(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way...

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