Long Leaching Poems

Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:

thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures...

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I appreciate knowing nothing
    trying to let the weight of the world
 rest
somewhere out of sight
    viewable only through a glass tube
  or a scientific device operated with...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee...

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"The Impersonator"
Discovered on karaoke night 
A few friends gave him a dare
To imitate the star he thought most of 
For a hundred bucks if he cared

He got up on stage and sang with a whimper
It...

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In you lies the timeless bittersweet dichotomy of divinity
The darkness and the light breed in you, their delicate fleshly host
God...God is in your eyes...
In that divine light gleaming from the black hollows of your pupils
God...

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Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all...

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The moon seems somehow hollow tonight; 
It’s light ghostly and intangible – 
It peers at me like a baleful eye, marking me out 
Spotlighting my sad state of solitude 
‘Look at you, all alone,’ it...

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Love, you and I, being all love's essence, shall grow old
Older than we are
And yet never be a black hole like an old dead star
And shall invite with candlelight, you and I
The world to dinner...

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Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...

A soul's...

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There are men that say united as we stand 
But I fail to see a united land 
They should have said dead on your feet 
So as my knees give out 
My mind races about...

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Launch the lecture,
tear me down 
to never build me up,
you couldn't build a wall
if a thousand bricks were around.
Time after time,
you watched me fall
as you pushed me over the ledge,
I watched your anger swell.
Living in...

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Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme

Part II

Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
The dark brings demon things thought strong.
No morbid mood can now contain
Feigned pride residing there in pain.

The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
As...

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Guess who is back

Re-writing historys slack

I keep to myself like the whiteman does to rap

Close your eyes and sleep

No longer are you the black sheep

Smile nice and wide like you won the California Lottery

For only...

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Huge heaps of fire gaze at me from far,
the flaming maws marking time.
I smell its smoke, holy smoke, rising; 
Its classic smell, leaching through
Its perfumed camouflage.
And piles of wood stacked up like 
disappointments, big and...

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Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)


He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has...

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...Harper said,”I’d no choice, I had to be,
to save Ted from staring down a bad path.
We see what happens to men who won’t work,
rarely do they ever come back from that.

“I love that boy more...

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Letters congeal, to words.
Words anneal to sentences,
which tell a story,
painted as images,
imagined in the mind's eye,
trying to emulate what
the eye sees briefly,
on the see-saw.

A glint of sunlight,
caught slanted and sharp
on windowpane reflected,
stabbed in pain
with shad...

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I don’t have a blueprint,
just this smudged version
of what she would look like, 
an impression in a shop windowpane,
just as the light catches her in mid-thought.

To recreate, I must fillet an idea until 
it is...

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By Laura Dee Battle
November 15, 2014

When I held your hand
Did you ever understand?
Could it be the way our stars align?
I prooved to be a flawed design

Did it show in my blue eyes?
I could have been...

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Cupid has shot me with one too many arrows.

My sullen heart has been punctured 
   Now leaching with pain.
All he tried to do was bring me hope and light, 
  to pull...

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I don’t have a blueprint,
just this smudged version
of what she would look like,
an impression in a shop windowpane,
as the light catches her in mid-thought.

To recreate, I must fillet an idea until
it is just a blood...

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The iciness of his smile 
seeped like osmosis through the crevices 
left on my face by the squint rooted 
on fires of a loud and angry sun. 

A tempest stormed across the dusty, red sky...

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I think that I shall have a drink 
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for. 

Giving, taking, making, breaking 
lonely hearts...

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The Real Walking Dead


We are living among the dead yet they don't know it yet
 Through darkened tunnels of logical persuasion with evil minds that plug
 The destructive measure of mankind having eyes yet not...

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The pavements 
  The roots of the shallowed walked roads
    Leafs drizzling on my spongy hair
    Lungs of an old coupe coughing tiredness
  The lights resting the...

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