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Well maybe I should apologize
Maybe using free verse on the internet
Isn't the best way to vent my health
But its just the facts man like officer Friday on dragnet
I cant really help the misspelling
And dont I truly wish I had the talent I use to
Thats why I'm on her I guess you could say I'm dwelling
In the past picking at scars until they bleed and thats a mental cue
I hope one day I can prove what I say
But every since I started on here I just been chasing
Poems I already wrote but some one took away
The last of the revised the only link I had to my self before the third eye its hard calcified casing
Of course I cant remember then
Just like these I just put them down off the top of my head
And I won't clown well not in all of them
But I was good why else would people take them
Some days my crazy is worse than others
But I did the research facility thing qnd there 32 drugs a day
That is not something that makes one better and it causes anyone around them to admit it bothers
He went from up and down to q soulless variety of drugs he is today
But I really am serious about that I say
Its so possible if people would get past
The bull they participate in every day
Maybe things important would start to last
Anyway its been fun to pass the time
I won't kill the time again you stay if you want
But I have this game to end just me and the divine
But I am steal im the dark maybe by design
She says I am a liar
She thinks I am a player
That in her life I will make a Messi (mess)
Like I am really a complete player
So when I am talking
The way she looks at me
Her right palm on her cheek
The elbow resting on her thigh
Her big lovely eyes never blink
Looking straight into my eyes
Feeling her gaze in my mind
Deciphering truth from a lie
Then she twitches my forehead
When she thinks something is amiss
Just for me to repeat myself
Then I twitch hers too- to use her brain
She slaps me off the top of my head
And twitch me thrice in row
She will burst out of the house
I know, she does not want to murder me
She is prettier when she is mad
Punching and kicking the punch bag outside
She is the funniest creature in this world
And she is really a joy of my life
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore EYES
Off the top of my HEAD its been nearly two years
Yes ,I have been keeping busy
A FINGER in every pie that’s me
It has been a bit of a struggle
I did put my NECK on the line
Many times I cried my HEART out
Then would dust myself off and say “ok girl CHIN up”
And FACE the music
Yes we were away for a while
We had really itchy FEET
Though we were BACK before we knew it
I've kept an EAR out to see if anyone had heard from you
I did hear you started your own confectionary business
You’ve always had a sweet TOOTH
It’s on… “Now what’s the name of that street “?
It’s on the tip of my TONGUE….
It is something like KNEE
Kneetson No Kneedham thats it!
You’ll have a lot of ELBOW room there
If you ever need help
I can always lend a HAND
Oh ,you heard about that incident did you
She really put her FOOT in it this time
She has a such CHEEK
I told her to get off my BACK
To stop looking down her NOSE at me
I’ve always been upfront with her
Worn my HEART on my sleeve
Though getting the truth from her
Is like pulling TEETH
She is a royal pain in the NECK
I ARMED myself for the next encounter
My HEART was in my MOUTH
To be honest I got cold FEET
Best I keep her at ARMS length
So last time I saw her ,I said
I hope you are all EARS
I need to get something off my CHEST
I politely wished her good luck
Told her to break a LEG
And kiss my ****!!
(A Body Idiom Poem)
I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.
RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.
LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.
I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.
THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.
I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.
A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE
EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE
RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND
BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.
A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH
RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
Michael E. Harris
05262021
i am only as good as the material i write
i only reflect on the wrongs and the rights
the ills of society the world as a whole
my chance to make a change
and achieve my goals
since poetry is a passion i love it to death
it's not for the fame nor is it 4 wealth
it's 4 my personal satisfaction 4 the world 2 enjoy
2 get things off my chest 2 play with like a toy
as i get better with time every line so intense
with every line that i write leaves you deeper in suspense
each day is something new off the top of my head
simply brilliant is the content of the poems u have read
this is freestyle poetry at least that's what i call it
my own style with a twist stayin true 2 my calling
the way i play with words i must say is so tight
so 2 all a good day and the happiest of nights
Many people have kindly said
my writings must be read.
Most can tell from the very start
that my renderings are directly from the heart.
They say I write of beauty and love
as if my hands were kissed by a dove.
They say my soulful song is one you must hear
knowing it will often cause one to shed a tear.
Some have asked why not take the time
to put your words in meter and Rhyme.
I say the stirring echoes of my rambling expression
often stands naked in the face of poetic compression.
Dear Soupers I not only thank you all for reading my poems,
but for giving my once solitary voice the very best of all homes.
Soupers this one was right off the top of my head which is very unlike me.
Since a boy I can remember ;
Many things are now bizarre,
like first time fishing with a doobie,
then having to drive the car.....
Never did catch much fish ;
and our pictures tell you so,
maybe was not our wish;
but let some time pass ya know.....
Wrenching in the cold dark night ,
fixing one car or another ;
knuckles looked like I was in a fight ,
in electric tape or another .....
I owned a Ducati, and a Harley too,
before I was in high school...
just things I had ,
didnt make me cool....
snow machines there were a few ,
most all were 2nd hand ,
but I always made them run real good;
taught that by Dads hands.....
I miss you Pop,
you knew alot ,
so what you didnt read;
most men couldnt keep up with you,
with a Doctorate and degree....