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Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated (mine)
No sense of accomplishment prevails to date
analogous to kudzu... inadequacy runs rampant
recurring theme extant within poetic endeavors,
and often discussed with assigned therapist (one
among many girls named Stephanie Dodds) do
GOOGLE search and see for yourself – similar
curiosity got the better of me, whose christened
name (Matthew Scott Harris), not unique to yours
truly, a poem, which theme pertaining to aforesaid
first, middle, and last namesake already written by
none other other than this scrivener) impacted self
esteem less so than inchoate nascently, pervasively
rampantly,... thrashing unleashed upon impression
hubble early (perhaps even in utero) formative days
of milne eeyore whinnying pooh wrenching, ruing
jackknifing...unsmiling, lamenting childhood's end
upon cusp debilitating psychological tragedy, where
whatsapp pining within me present mindset lodged
nexus, sans linkedin destructive buzzfeeding apathy
mired potential vitality (crying evinced powerful
lungs) quickly succumbing against brutish, nasty,
yet not short reign of innate oppression, fixation
abnegation with dereliction, asper self preservation
engendering feeble gesticulation harkening incipient
personhood crowdsourcing courtesy condemnation
damning existential insignificance motif possibly
adopted comparing not fancy free and footloose
demeanor toward none other than Boyce Brandon
Harris, thee papa, jack of all trades, (many taught
thru his own quick learning penchant), numberless
abilities + storied vocation - mechanical engineer
equalled one smart polymath strengths constantly
reiterated by mother (dearest long since deceased)
agog how papa excelled at most every endeavor,
i.e. vocational career at General Electric (aerospace
engineer) in conjunction with bajillion avocations,
hence finding his sole son (second of three progeny)
when only yeah high (a scrawny, skinny, spunky...
little boy) internalizing heaping accolades bestowed
strong, not so dark, modestly handsome biological
paternal parent with (rocking) round the clock timely
adulation, which praise papa similarly received soon
after blessed birth April ninth ninety twenty nine.
The heat and the wet is what you remember with dread
When Australian Servicemen and American engineers stopped them dead
The first defeat of the Japanese in New Guinea in their empire race
It was Milne Bay in August and September 1942 such a god forsaken place
There were the 25th, 55th and 61st militia with antiaircraft battery men
And the 2/10 with the 2/12 AIF brought back from the Middle East then
With the Kittyhawks of the 75th and 76th squadron RAAF flying hard
Who with some Americans of 46th Engineers fought for every yard
It was the mud that stopped the Japanese marines
When their 2 tanks were bogged and destroyed when they were seen
Then the Japanese were reinforced with more troops from the Rabaul base
As they made their way to the Number 3 air strip in their war race
The Japanese were harassed by the RAAF Kittyhawk fighter planes
To the point where they only moved during the dark hiding from them was the game
They waited until daylight to attack the Milne Bay strips
And were cut down by the Allies without another thought for it
So all that was left was snipers in the palm trees
Shooting at Allied soldiers and harassing as they pleased
Then one time fighter pilot with malaria and dysentery
Was warned by the ground crews about the snipers in the trees
So he said to the ground crews
“Point my fighter at the trees”
And he climbed into his cockpit readying his guns and the triggers he squeezed
He ripped the palms all apart
Making sure the snipers would be gone in his Maxim gun art
These stories showed how it was for the Allied troops
At Milne Bay in the muddy tropical soup
When they stopped the Japanese dead
And Australia was on the edge worried about invasion dread.
© Paul Warren Poetry
“This is where we are,” I said, as I aimlessly threw pebbles to my left...
and my hand ripped grass, the destruction of Spring and the creation of happiness as we
gathered ourselves in the midst of nothing-to-do, my nails recovered dirt as my palms
discovered life and he
took.my.hand.
carelessly, without thought, as if it was the only thing to do...
I checked my knees for bruises and found the fading black and blue of Pennsylvania, the
pattern resembled the horizon we gazed at beyond the cliffs where my feet felt slightly
unsure and my fear of heights dared me to step one inch closer to the edge, I had watched
him and found his fearlessness to be divine as he went two inches and ignored the rocks I
had payed close attention to race to the bottom of nowhere as if to find the somewhere
that existed...
beneath us...
I gazed up into sunshine and followed the trail of Saturday clouds, dreams scattering
themselves, their shapes secrets that hid in the middle pages of picture books, and I
imagined us as my tongue spoke the wisdom of A.A. Milne and thought about the
intuitiveness of childhood, I smiled, and inched closer to his side...
“Here we are,” he sighed, slipping his hand underneath the back pocket of my favorite
tattered blue jeans, and as his fingers fumbled with the frays in my fabric, he kissed me,
once, on the lips, a Saturday quiet where only we existed in the time it took breath to
meld and touch, and settle weeks beneath skin in the slight chill of April, and I nodded
as the sky watched us and thought..
we'd make a beautiful picture book, we'd settle in the middle of a page whispering secrets
that could create the smile that spoke of youth.
The first time the Japanese were stopped in World War 2...
was 7th of September 1942...(Before Gaudacanal fight was finished)...they retreated then
back to Rabaul after heavy fighting with the Aussies in the muddy swamp at Milne Bay, New
Guinea...
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Milne Bay Battle 1942...
In the mud of east New Guinea by the shores of Milne Bay..
The Yanks had laid an airstrip made of mesh or so they say...
It was 1942 the Japanese would land...
Never beaten till this point, unbeatable so grand...
2 Squadrons of Yank Kittyhawk's all covered in the mud...
Flown by game Australians who spilled the Nippon blood...
Six 50 cal machine guns on the Kitty they did sit...
Bullets wobbled down the barrels, sank the barges just a bit...
Fighter Ace our Truscott he'd often lead the charge..Bluey...
He'd barely left the airstrip, wheels up, strafe a barge...
Barges full of soldiers packed in like sardines....
And on this beach the slaughter of the Japanese Marines...
The rain came down in torrents never dry, how would you be....
Aussie soldier were in battle in mud up to their knees...
So driven from this swamp were the awful Japanese...
By the 7th of September, what weren't dead were glad to flee...
Don Johnson
The rain was what was remembered most
As it tumbled down on that northern coast
Milne Bay was our base and we stayed
Against the Japanese when they held sway
When I left home I said goodbye to her
A tear and a wave as my heart did stir
In my pocket I had a two-bob piece
Feeling it now gives me some comfort and release
On one side there was our King held dear
And the other side the Australian coat of arms so clear
So sitting in the slit trench I decided then
To send it to her to show our love will not end
Soon the king disappeared from the coin face
As I rubbed it to a flat empty trace
And I wondered what to write on it
As a keepsake for her and our love forever to fit
So I wrote on it where I had been
In the war against the Japanese not ever clean
And how I fashioned it for her alone
When my thoughts were of her as I wanted it known
I posted it back to her with a letter of love
Showing her my love fitting like a hand in a glove
And when the war was over and I came home
She showed it to me wearing it around her neck alone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Australian servicemen adapted Australian coins and sent them to loved ones as tokens of affection and love.
"She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow
head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. "
Quote _A.A. Milne
Waiting for the Aspens to put on their emerald gowns,
oh, I have been busy preparing my garden space;
so ready to say farewell to all the faded browns,
ready to plant seeds and to Spring totally embrace !
My sweet window boxes are full of earth just waiting,
hanging baskets are dangling in anticipation;
waiting to create my Spring garden is frustrating,
but, soon I will be the envy- for with my creation !
I will have herbs and Sunflowers and Nasturtium in one box,
and boxes with nectar wildflowers for butters' and bees;
I will have purple, yellow and pink blooms and Phlox
and baskets will be cascading jewels in the breeze !
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April 26, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Getting Ready For Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-105-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 05/14/2022
First Place
The New Guinea native fought the Japanese in 1942.
Good on you Fuzzy Wuzzie
Kokoda Gubba Gubba....
In the hills of great Kokoda, on the swamps of Milne bay.
Tramped a weary native strangler whose tribe are gone today.
Him bilong to Gubba Gubba, him would make em dead today
Jappa had eaten dem him woman
him would Jappa make im pay.
Breathing curses, muttered softly,
caught the shanks of one today,
But it not Jappa Jappa, so he let him get away.
He a carrier for the army, bring the dog biscuit tin.
Some tucker for the soldier, him bloody plurry thin.
So he sidestep when he get there, Jappa not far away
So he crawl through the jungle, to a Jappa pit today
Swing Jappa by the one foot, bang him head on tree,
Him laugh no sound, him better dead den me.
Kumusi was in flood, Jappa drowning haha see
Aussies shoot and kill with thunder, Jappa dead,
A hehehe.
Don Johnson
THANK YOU PETER CLARK FOR YOUR INPUT ON THIS
VERSE......Peter worked in New Guinea for many years
for Burns Philip and knows the ways of the native peoples!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942
There's a demon in my closest that will not go away.
He speaks to me quite often and says he's going to stay.
He questions all my thinking and makes me change my mind.
He turns my thoughts from positive to quite a different kind.
The demon in my closet I think has sprouted wings.
For even when I'm away from home he wants to do bad things.
The things he wants are devious and never for the good
He darkens moods and consciousness. He'd take over if he could.
The demon in my closet lives on from darker days
He used to have more power within my bitter drunken haze
His taunting of my effort to be a better man
Tries confusing all my thinking in every way he can.
I will always fight the demon. He will never conquer me
How the battle ends is still quite hard to see
But light wins over darkness I think that is always so
This demon in my closet one day I’ll force to go.
Charlie Milne
Henry Normal is very informal
When he reads his poetry
Robbie Caltrane looks almost insane
When he apears on the TV
Bruce Forsythe has a very nice wife;
Well he's had quite a few you know
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show
A.A Milne may have owned a kilne
In which he mad pottery Poohs
Billy Bragg was once called a slag
By someone in blue suede shoes
Ben Elton ate a hot cross bun
And he isn't religious you know
And Roger Mcgough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show.
Alan Bennett could run for the sennett
and write all the speaches much beter
Jonathan price doesn't need my advice
So I won't even write me a letter
Stephen Fry is so nice I could cry
And Hugh Laurie has a readybreak glow
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de,
Khwahise mohabbat to tere dil me b h,
Dar h k tu ise kahi badal na de.
Majboor h mera dil apni aadto se,
Tujhe dekh har baar fishalta h,
Tu dur rah meri nazro se,
zra iss dil ko to sambhalne de.
Ishqe izaazat dil ko hamne naa di,
ye to teri adaaon ka maara h,
Tere pyar me mere bahke kadam,
Aur mera dil bechara h,
Sambhal leta iss dil ko,
phr socha thora tere pyar me ise jalne de.
Nazro ne dekha aur ho gai mujhse pyar ki khata,
Zra in nazro ko inke khata ki sza to Milne de.
Dil ka kya kasoor tha jb tumse nazre mili,
Dil toota kai baar, jb szaae mohabbat mili,
Rok leta dil ko apne,
phr socha zraa mohabbat me iss dil ko pighalne de.
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de.