Long Mammary Poems

January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem, 
where earth, wind, and fire...

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Happy Lxiv birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem.

A gangly, measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as...

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There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena.  Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my grandson lives there.  I asked him if he had...

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Yours truly snapped, popped,
and cracked his crown out cervix
(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics),
whence obstetrician able, eager, and
ready underscored with italics

to pass (think football) garden variety
wrinkled newborn asthma
noggin heralded lix
plus deux orbits ago
sported an ordinary

uneventful,...

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(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)

Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told...

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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance...

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Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time 
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice, 
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for 
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for...

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LEGAL ROMANCE

Law, 
Let me plague you 
With the infectious love of my heart.
Now that I bear the aftermath of your infections,
And your cold blood boils in me 
Like a volcanic eruption,
Let me make babies in...

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Give a child life at birth
Make it a C section or natural
Feed them warm mammary milk
Give them two parents when possible
Cloth them in cotton and wool
Give them a bath because children stink
Teach them to think...

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In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left Breast
with the name "Carmen"

The route of desires
his wants drive through
having...

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A, B, and C 
These letters won’t do you justice 
But when I use these letters to create word that can describe your mind and body 
I am able to set fire to your senses...

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Once placenta and fetal membranes
(unnecessary as wing ding)
discharged out uterus
after birth of offspring,
and thar weren't no more
major contractions in the offing
ma mommy lovingly did cling
to her bundle of joy and bring

maternal breast I ravenously
did suckle...

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A Doe and Her Fawn

On wobbly legs, the fawn staggers behind the doe,
Who pauses to let the newborn catch up.
The fawn appears to be just a few hours old.
As revealed by its arduous locomotion,
And spots...

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Afrika I mourn 

After all, I had to resume, disparities taught
Good and evil, to acknowledge virtue of vice
Halfnaked I walk trailing the ethos of culture 
Footprints that are permanent and so rinsed...
Their marking ever fixed...

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An unborn baby, 
From the womb,
Scratched the belly,
Over and over of its mom;
She minded not once;
But when was frequent,
Rubbing her belly she fondled;
Oh! You impish,
Don't tickle with your tiny nail;
No-no baby I feel too pain;
Again...

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Seven ribs made from a single bow
fragile like the morning glow
shaped like an hour glass
bosom like a molded brass
skin like the finesse lace
Thought to move with grace
All from a single rib 
Oh what a gem...

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My favourite song is in play which moves me even when decapitated
shocked not to know where I am
nothing recognizable only my clothes, myself and the song
when about to begin its dance moves
a flash of time...

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The streak of grey hairs,
  a tell tale sign,
A reminder of many
  seasons,
Come and gone.
A signpost of phases and
  changes.

The voice, an alter ego;
Pubic hairs and mammary
  endowments;
A signpost of the...

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