Long Methuselah Poems

Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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Those wonderful stories of God
My grand ma used to set me at the kitchen table
And tell me bible stories
Some bout Cane and Able
One present gifts and praises to God
The other was jealous killed his brother...

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When walking with the Lord you will grow in your awareness of sin in your
life and your need for a Savior.  More and more we w ill grow in hatred for our
sins and want...

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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...

and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling,...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically...

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Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic

of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar...

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Cunning like foxes,greedy as hyenas,they looked at me;
With widened eyes and wet lips,ready to grab me,like an angry lioness; 
And tear me like a beast and swallow me like the shark that swallowed Jonah.
I had...

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Senescence concomitant
and best buds with malaise
despondency inescapable as
infirmity ages formerly young gals guys
though age just a "number"
father time not shy to apprise

every mortal wakes to the
inescapable truth that never dies
each living species mainly
one known as...

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No doubt
you have heard of me,
but it's doubtful you'd
want to be me.

Just think.
What if you were me?
Just consider that
You were dead.

Just imagine
Coming back to life.
How would you feel if it was
said of you, "By now,...

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Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with ingredients
and of course the maestro to orchestrate.

bags of raisins: sultana,...

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timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me,
essentially ruled the roost
regarding Harris household
sole son characterized vis a vis
presented passive resistant
outward nonestablishmentarian mold
worst case scenario
would witness Matthew Scott Harris
spending longevity old and feeble minded
at 324 Level Road

outliving parents,...

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The Night Before New Year's Eve
By Franklin Price
12/30 2015

The Night before New Year's eve is here
The same time for Christmas, a week ago did appear
Time stops for no one does not march in place
As we...

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You say it's almost over that's alright;
     you say you've wounded your shoulder;
     Trying to hold the night;
     You're just a little bit...

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When I was just a little boy,
Attending Sunday school,
The story of Methuselah
Outshined the golden rule.

He was just like Rip Van Winkle,
A kind old gentleman,
Who lived more than nine hundred years;
The oldest living man.

And so I...

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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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I must say a bewildered chill ran down my back
When I learned the gigantic billions you throw to charity,
A big heart that only the heavens could endow,
That resonates with a compassion for those in depravity
And...

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i'm supposed to be
a man of words
absurdly called
a poet

i believe the old lines
in rhyme are
i'm a poet but
don't know it

hoping that that is
public domain
so please don't
sue me

but I find myself which
is usually hard to
do but...

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Grinding to a halt his jaws clenching and crunching

Tim had tried all treatments under the sun like 

pills and the couch hypnosis even osteo-cranial touches

But his resentments would not abate his vision collapsed

‘an eye for...

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Youth

Young as I am,
I engage in frivolities,
Basking in the euphoria of my youth,
Not knowing that strength wanes with time,
We dance to the rhythm of wastage and carelessness,
Caution is rebuffed and prudence vague,
nights are longer than...

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The Head's
A narrative poem
Lionel Derbyshire

My grandpa like the mountain
I strive to scribe.

Around a Indian ocean
Of her flat mountain
Twains a head and peak
Of lion and devil
Left and right.
Heft steady her burden.
It weighs rhino strong
Like my grandpa...

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Fascinating Relating

So what's the use with muse. Seems to be becoming quite
a redundant word. Methuselah was musenthical. He was
the oldest muse to ever see the misuse of muse in the
world who was ever known. Interesting.

Many...

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Well, 62 years ago,
both of my parents were 'lost for words' and were simply amazed--
"That I kept on finding them!"
In the sibling department, there were six of us,
three sisters and two brothers--I was the youngest,
and...

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969 A Thousand Years of Ticking Time
David J Walker  

Mr. Methuselah
	A word please
It’s about time 
To reveal what you know and
When you knew that you knew it
What you remember and 
When to remember to...

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Cherish memories
Point of view
I am elderly I'm told
The signs of age
May be shown
But I'm not embarrassed NO

I Am gold..
I Am Golden
I am a chosen Child of God

I Am gold..
I Am Golden
I am a chosen Child...

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