Long Little finger Poems

Precious priceless progeny 

     Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities...

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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE...

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Scent Of Paddy Flower

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Scrounging for boogers wrought my damn nostrils nearly to bust 

My humblest apology if the following account
doth gross thee out forlorn childhood of mine 
found further ostracization of me tantamount
being shipped off to  a...

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Isis stole my son.
My hand was clasped, tight, I swear
Our fingers entwined, as he tugged me, eagerly, around the fair

From the ducks, to the teacups, his smile was mine alone
We were two, hand in hand,...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris family
rendition of Breaking Home Ties.

Now interspersed with
following recherché trivia:
originally titled...

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If i remember  correctly: 
My philosophy was Don't react unless 
Necessary. The school day was over.
The ride home began normally. 
(Corrections made In this poem) 
Then the School bus Bully began 
annoying me. Robert!...

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Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings

(1.)
The Sonnet And The Poetic Query

Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances,
  And dying mouse took its usual chances;
And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal
Life shines...

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Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings

(1.)
The Sonnet And The Poetic Query

Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances,
  And dying mouse took its usual chances;
And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal
Life shines...

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Why did you come to see me?
Asked the witch,
In a nasal tone!
Are you yourself not made of magic?

I looked at her in silence,
Wondering if she could feel the pain
Dancing all over me
Running through my bloodstream
Pulsating...

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Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike 
The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night 
What’s near when all that you can contain is silenced by your...

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Bhai Phonta is a Bengali Hindu festival, usually celebrated two days after the Kali Puja or Sakti Puja where the sisters mark the foreheads of their brothers with sandalwood paste and pray for their safety,...

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What made me stumble,
did I make fools of us ?
Fear was in disguise
and it overwhelmed.
Oh, I remember so little of it,
fragments of memory
and spoken words
whispered in my ear.
The bar with the bodies packed in it,
they...

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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of...

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The pain is so strong, so deep,
I can’t help but to think, and cry, and end up losing sleep.
In my dreams, my nightmares, my thoughts, running throughout my head,
I can’t get it out, it keeps...

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Olivia, When I met you were 8 months old
So let the truth be told.

When we me, you were learning to sit up
no bigger than a little pup.

First time I held you, you fell asleep,
Didn't even...

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When you speak to an audience, who are you talking to? The people in front of your screen or those trapped in your dreams? More than thirty thousand people are watching you simultaneously and the...

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Tiny baby girl, I dream about you now. Ever since seeing you and holding you my world seems to fluctuate around you. It's in the way you smile, the way you laugh. The way you...

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My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!

Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics...

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(What Susie Did)




My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!

Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At...

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Digits can be numbers, and our numbers mean a lot!
But digits I rate highest are the digits that I’ve got:
those literally a part of me; the five upon each hand
comprise my top ten digits, and...

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I
My five-five-fingers of my hands
Zestfully lived In serenity.
The three thrill fingers of my right hand:
Thumb, index finger and middle finger
Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully
Amongst her BROTHERS:
They rested gleefully upon the placid,
SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART.

II
Sharp-sable-pointed-dart;
Perched in the midst of...

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You probably didn’t hear your Mothers early words to you –
so enraptured were you at the lovely shapes her face made
when her eyes locked onto yours.
You no doubt let your Fathers words go over your...

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I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned...

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IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS  ( PART I I )


But none of these took my fancy
As much as the myriad bluebells
Which had spread to every shady nook and cranny
Of the floor of the leafy sea.
It...

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