Long Mortgaged Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz twenty years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, 
and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned (for bing keeler), 
hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o'...

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July first 2023 will celebrate...
our sixth anniversary at Highland Manor Apartments
	
Subtitled: The perspective of one festive folky fellow
friendliness ofttimes prompts me 
when crossing paths with another to say “hello,”
whose demeanor trends toward being mellow
courtesy about...

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A Farmer’s Plight
The field is ready
The work is done
Toiling in the soil
Under the sun.
 We wait now for the monsoon rain
To end our hunger and our pain.
Loans, in part will be paid
When we harvest our...

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That look of fierce disdain, nobility! 
That regal plume of chestnut ruddy-brown 
with speckled breast! No hint of weak servility 
besmirched the falcon's fine, imperious frown. 
He loved the way it sat in proud tranquility...

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Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...

Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic

ministrations cannot substitute...

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You grew up knowing you would work,
for your dream job you made a search,
then went to school and took the tests,
burned the oil to be the best.

You interned for experience,
and developed good business sense,
got a...

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I think I’ll make a portrait
With inky words of my soul
But false starts get in the way
I’m hungry the body says
Feed the body, not the soul
The soul will pester my body

Make a mark, hear the...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent...
petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned, hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,

now no divine providential
power can assuage,
yours truly metaphorically locked
within...

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The Cockies are in trouble, they can’t live off the land
Mortgaged out of existence with the need to expand
Hope like the land eroding, luck just giving out
Bushies fighting continually, fire, floods and drought
And so the...

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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...

Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth

zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially

robbing, stunting,...

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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...

Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth

zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially

robbing, stunting,...

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Tom said to his kitten: Don't hunt! It's hard work!
Leave hunting to others and don't be a burk
Watch me and heed me and later admire
We'll slink to the future - a far distant fire

There sat...

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FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE

Those clothes you wear
Your grey white hair
And yes you dare to ignore me
Compromise and exploit me
You don’t care
You don’t care
Am I too old to love?
Am I too young to use my...

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Back in day (of ma
     mum, and perhaps
     since time immemorial)
     utterances of physicians
     nsync with Staff of Asclepius

pounded...

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Days

Mortality. 
Days waiting for the final fall, 
steps harken to the call, 
bone and flesh and blood and
nakedness
and all that falls to mortgaged walls. 
Days we must repeat. 
Days stored like fields of wheat
grown on...

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No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst

kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled...

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On this Eid, as your sumum bonum 
Is consumerism and as your soul is 
Mortgaged to the Federal Reserve Bank
And hedonism, your mental wish-list has been
Inked on ‘things-to-dos’. The catalogue is
Quite impressive. Apart from the...

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Bedraggled and grimy they hike from the tracks,
Fleeing the urban centers to the south.
Unsteady gaits and sun worn skin glow.
A young couple with a thin mutt,
Ramble towards a local store.
The lively grin of the underfed...

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KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES 

These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have...

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Half-a-reflection is but the world
Half-a-reflection beams within
The wild bird that you are
Mindless milieu or mortgaged mirror
Souls behind bars of fear
Half one’s voice hums lullabies
The other half roars valor, unlocking genius
The mind’s complex if threatens you
Look...

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SIMPLE BLESSED

I may not have a lot of friends, some say no one
I may not have a love in my life, a loving wife
and I may not have a lot of money
But I only, 
Only...

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School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when it was pouring with rain 
or hot as hell. Six...

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