Long Mont Poems

curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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I am so glad to be here,
With eyes so bright – they swirl of chocolate.
Content and breathing.

Thank you.
Thank you for these small feet and cute black painted toe-nails
That can fit into shoes and leave foot...

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Such a devious plan we concocted one day. 
Kind of mischievous in an ornery way. 
The goal was to throw an innocent curve, 
knock people off the routine that they serve.

We showed up early to...

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Erato

Out of an ethereal mist her form –
round, soft edges shimmering, a milky

apparition, like the full moon on a foggy
July night. Myrtle and roses came first

in the aroma that took him to the shores 
of...

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"In the 1840s, two sisters fall in love with the same man.
                       While...

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Am I not exactly what you wanted to believe in.

You move through thoughts as smoke through the air invasive and sticky sticking to the conscious a millisecond per nanosecond hovering just there just long enough...

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One size does not fit all and the shoe horn stuck out

Tim shooed away foot prints ghosts and memories

When the clock struck midnight at the end of the year

Not much had differed when the fire...

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In the year gone by, I've been to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
I've walked over sands leading to the Mont Saint-Michel
I've even gazed into the eyes of the Mona Lisa, and realized
This is not...

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He is a European giant on interesting heels;
one of the champions of its domain and lords abroad;
the most visited geography in the world
which also enjoys copulation more than any other;
maybe, it’s no wonder breast and...

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Open the drawer you'll see a diary,
A wimpy kid full of anxiety,
Lean frame meek face all I got,
but I strolled blithely.

The first page got my expensive dreams covered,
A trip to the Alps in the shimmery...

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By the gloating rocks once its refuge,
The sun wallows in scarlet rages;
Glovers at the ticky-tacky cages,
Who feel naught of the coming deluge
From the lurching stream that knows no rest.

Each ripple is a Mont Blanc unsung
With...

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I am a poet.

I can re-write truths with my
Mont Blanc pen and still
Not be called a liar.

Like a child I can speak,
Comply to my will,
Cut off details and facts
That I deny.
I can do that without...

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If I were a mountain climber,
I’d always take the time
To check out superstitious lore
When choosing where to climb.

For recently an avalanche
Took several climbers’ lives.
I’m sure they left some grieving friends
And parents, children, wives.

This avalanche occurred...

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On the Continents of Earth
Awesome sights are for view
Fashioned for years
Astound me and you

Himalayan pillars dominate the skyline
The Andes of Chile, fall into line
The Rockies so apt, craggy and peaked
Mont Blanc so majestic, virgin snow...

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MOSES 
MOSES 
  
A man used to love his flesh made to withstand the caresses of his woman. 
Desert dwelling wrapped in clothing of the linen type. 
His leather sandals were not chapped or...

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Lake Léman must float
the weight of the city –
Its grey stolid affluence
needs hydraulic help.
Our paddle steamer chuffs
beyond the tall fountain.
For a while, grand houses
bob beside us.
In Geneva the poor must fit between
the opulence.
Up ahead, Mont...

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Ethereal elegance in depiction
Thy beauty of my affliction

Glamorous shine I now shall plead
Withhold thy splendor, for I concede

Bedecking diamond of value aglow
It is perfection you bestow      

Body of platinum your...

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Slight chill to the mist laden air
A clinging to warmth, homebound lairs.
Bring down the trunks of warm woollies,
Lay out soft scarves, gay similes.
Sneakers come out, sandals go in,
November enters cold and clean.

Whispering frosty sweet nothings
Migratory...

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The ink has ran dry. 
Ball points are scratching 
beneath the surface-
leaving lack luster scars. 
Insignificant attempts to 
leave a mark on a surface 
paved with copious complexity. 
"What else is there left to say?"

A...

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