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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
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Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,
this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee in toto as sample
doggone freelance gargon
sublime red rover - misaligned with
twenty first century time
emerging, fishtailing, kvetching,
slithering, whipsawing
during springtime
thaw - oozing out primordial slime,
schlepping aboard bissel mishuga train
while kibitizing with longfellow
ghost hosts Bartleby,
thee Herman Hermits,
and Stray Cats caterwauling
scrivener circumlocution showtime
evidences troubadour prima facie
tremendous struggle rustling rational rapport,
ruminating, citing his dismal schooltime
track record muddled, and hence
questing to cobble a rhyme
distilling, harvesting, and
leaching (out pulpy, knotty,
Max Headroom Ancien regime
filmy... gray matter) in realtime,
while strains of Ragtime echo
from late nineteenth century
tin pan alley, nsync, linkedin
cubist, dadaist, existentialist...
mine poetic melange jerry rigs
flashes random discordant phrases
kickstarting hotmail...faintly
analogous to processing quicklime
mucking with abstract alphabetic
mire ranks as playtime
forging whimsical tactical trippy thoughts,
nursing eternal idealistic Earthly peacetime,
worrying away looming mortality,
noshing post death as pastime,
welcomes input and alien abduction – ME,
mine "FAKE" existence, sans charade,
facade, masquerade onetime pantomime,
no second act allowed, nor
revising questionable tour de force
I claim NO pièce de résistance, nor overtime,
asper waning game
of thrown away Life
approaches nighttime haven
soon...forever rest in peace
surrendering requisite burnt offerings,
sans (cremated ashes) - meantime
fete grateful dead
scythe lent hoodlums on warpath
to incite bedlam
postprandial mealtime prayer final -
deathly hallowed gleeful grimace
witnessing successful electroshock therapy
of yours truly emotionally frozen
decades long comatose state
thankfully oblivious, when impending
curtain call signals finis!
Say bye-bye to these:
"Hold, please." (Hold what?)
Typewriter Repairman Ads
"Dial this number..." (What's 'dial?')
Down-time... Offline
Compliments (Complaint Departments have swallowed them up).
"Mail me your resume."
Shame, and its cousin, Guilt
Pay Phones and Phone Booths (Sorry, Superman)
Cash (esp. pennies)
"How do you do?" (How do I what?!)
"Chick," "Piece," "Stacked," "Hot Number"
The Debt Ceiling
Brown Suits
Brown Fedoras
White Bread
White Big-City Mayors (in the USA)
Math Facts
Grammar & Grammar Schools
Heroes
Good Samaritans
Public Drinking Fountains (except for dogs and cats)
All but Mega-Gigantic Hospitals
Modesty
Cash Bail
Drug Busts
'Land Lines'
Gasoline-fueled automobiles
Private Health Insurance
Private Doctors
Free Museums
Disturbing the Peace
Roth IRA's (at least, Roth IRA's whose distributions are tax-free)
Peacetime Economies
Gun Laws (The Wild West roars back)
Non-Mixed Use Zoning Laws
Fair Elections (Did we ever really have them?)
Ideals, Idealists, Idealism
The 'Renaissance Man'
Daily Newspapers, Print AND Digital
The 'Weather Channel'
META
Music Majors, Art Majors, Anthropology & Sociology Majors
Cooperation
Cashiers
Receptionists
Cleaning Services
'Straight People'
Teachers
'The Four Freedoms'
Courts (You'll get a ticket and either pay or go to jail...)
Courtroom Lawyers
'Law and Order' Politicians
Non-TV Ministers
Dentures
Non-union University Personnel
Non-gated upper middle class and upper class housing
Neighborhood Watch Groups
Public Schools
Childhood
Non-government Day Care
Nursery School and Kindergarten
Free Public Libraries (You'll pay for those Drag Shows, lol!)
Free-TV
Non-Tip Services
'The Great American Novel'
The Home of the Brave -- Oops! (I mean, of the 'Guardians!')
'Lesbos' and 'Homos' (Can you believe we used those terms?!)
Marital Sex (What for?)
Foreplay (Now it's just "Fore! Here I cum!")
~ Roger Dodger, Over & Out!
What's in a Name?
by Preston Hill
The Sun gives birth to dawn. We meet for the first time. We introduce. What’s your name?
We chat respectfully- all the while the sun continues to rise.
To think that once long ago in the cradle of humankind an idea sparked knowledge.
Testing, poking, prodding the mind, pushing thought into expression.
What was then an idea to be spoken was finally written down.
Pictograms on cave walls, diagrams of the hunt, the battle.
Pictograms on clay pots depicting commerce from a life long ago.
Pictograms on parchments that develop shapes, gestating onward to the formation of letters, words, ideas.
Of contracts, agreements, mortgages, governments, constitutions, proclamations.
Pictograms on chalkboards, blackboards, whiteboards on which an idea will be conveyed.
And children learn, apprentices advance, executives and politicians chart budgets and trends.
Pictograms on buildings, bridge abutments, railway cars declaring “This place is ours”.
And as ideas spread so did humankind. Wars and peacetime. Love and hate. Dignity and honor.
All emotion within passed from one generation to the next as the sun climbs higher in the sky.
And on one small piece of ground a family, a clan, a tribe, a village began to grow giving titles to their neighbors in relation to their geography.
Mr. Rock, Mr. Hill, Mr. Rivers greeted with a jaunty wave of the hand.
Then John had a son. Then Samuel had a son. Then Lars had a son.
Yearning for identity, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Smith and Mr. Baker began to teach their trades and build a future, contributing to the economy and serving others.
Soon, the village grew into a town, the town into a city. Nations and states formed and families, clans, tribes and cultures pooled together with separate and distinct idiosyncrasies.
In every language and aspect ideas spread, carrying seeds from the beginning.
Leaving their expectations, hopes, fears and dreams imprinted on the pages of history.
And as the sun reaches its apex, I look at my watch. You ask me, “What’s in a name?”.
I reply, “The world”, then smile politely and change the subject.
i want to go back
to the time when nothing mattered
when being daddy's little girl
was the best occupation
a big little woman
could manage...
Back when riding your bicycle
across the hood was
the greatest adventure
Back when having a crush
on a boy who sits across me
during art class meant nothing
but coping with being shy
and clumsy when he comes around
I want to go back
to the time before his eyes
burnt my skin when he stared at me
and the time before
I knew she could jump off the walls
and scratch me...
back to the time when she was
my little star, one that shone
eternally with no intension to dim
Back to the time when arguments
were fair and always ended
with a mutual smile...
I want to go back
to the time when 'never'
was more or less like 'could not'
And when a smile from you
injected me with ecstasy
that i felt could last me
a lifetime...
Back when locking eyes with you
meant we are talking
the same language
when reaching out
for your hand soothed my heart
And healed the bleeding
wound whose tears never
dried...
I want to go back
to the time when i could
go to bed with a smile
and wake up the same
back to the time
when possible was legit
when dreams could come true
back to the time
when love was the
feeling that made you
warm inside yet
gave you shivers and goosebumps
on the outside
I want to go back
to the time when
I was me, and that
was not a sin
I want to go back...
back to the time when
I believed the same way
I could erase drawings
I could also erase my mistakes
and take back my words
Back to the time when
when a promise was sealed
with a silly pledge yet
meant it was for real
and secrets were told in the dark
so that no one can hear...
I want to go back
to the time when
I yearned for your touch
and wondered how it feels
to be in your clasp
Back to the time when
i could carry my own cross
of crucification
just so i could prove
you are righteous
I want to go back
to the time before i knew
that words from your tongue
could stick on my heart
and do away with its tissues
I want to go back
to the time when time passing
did not count
as long as you were there
with me...
Form:
It's about time:
Time out of mind, time capsule, time travel, time frame,
Time zone, time to get cracking, time will tell,
Time to spare, time out, time off, time apart,
Timetable, timeclock, timeline,
Time for bed, time on my hands, time has not been kind,
Time flies, time stood still, time marches on,
Time to go, time step, time to kill, time is up,
Time is of the essence, time is on my side,
Time to sow, time to reap, time bomb,
Time limit, time after time, time to grieve,
Time is my friend, time is against me,
Time waits for no one, time ran out,
Time to put up or shut up, this time, next time,
Once upon a time, once in a lifetime, the test of time,
The time of your life, the sands of time,
One more time, storytime, quitting time,
One time too many, payback time, on borrowed time,
The time has come, these are the times that try men's souls,
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country,
No time to lose, no time like the present, in no time,
In the nick of time, out of time, 'til the end of time,
Losing track of time, as time goes by, from time to time,
Now is not a good time, all in good time, for a good time call,
Let the good times roll, remember the time, take the time,
The arc of time, the best of times the worst of times,
Telling time, when I find the time, more time than money,
Lunchtime, launch time, high times, behind the times,
If I could put time in a bottle, in the meantime,
That time of the month, for the last time, in due time,
Daylight Savings Time, halftime, break time,
ETA, closing time, Central Standard Time,
Record time, spare time, timepiece, peacetime,
All the time in the world, most of the time, sometimes,
A time for everything, waiting time, doing time,
Greenwich Mean Time.
Time makes slaves of us all.
Time takes its victims without remorse or hesitation.
Time heals all wounds.
Nothing can hurt us the way time does.
It's show time!
Author's note: If any of you dear readers can think of other "timely" quips, I'll be happy to add them to my list.
I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943,
As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be;
I received boot training in the state of Maryland,
At Bainbridge, became a navigator noble and grand.
I was sent to Amphibious Training wet, phew wee,
At Little Creek in Virginia, where I got my crew,
Of different ranks including machinists as gunners,
The craft was 56-foot, our rations made us stunners.
But I was separated from my crew, went to Plymouth,
In England, placed on a Liberty ship used to house,
Replacement cargo for artillery that got destroyed,
Which was so much longer than the crafts deployed.
In Fahnouth England, I memorised Normandy maps,
Prepared and used a Reflectoscope to turn on the taps;
We were scared of poison gas when we hit Omaha,
I was quarantined on June 1st of ’44, needed mama.
We saved many from the crafts using cargo nets sublime,
But they were difficult to climb in the rough seas, crime,
A craft almost mounted the ship ‘cos of a high wave,
And always we had to be steely and very, very brave.
The bombs from the Nazi’s were the size of footballs,
And we painstakingly recovered many bodies, stalls,
From the water which had just beaten them cruelly,
And that first D-Day morning we were losing brutally.
The Germans hedgehogs, or bombs for the landing crafts,
Fired on us from a pillbox, but in my case American staff,
Took my attacking pillbox out, and I was just so grateful,
‘Cos it was causing me havoc ‘cos I almost felt too awful.
Luckily that night two German planes simply just avoided us,
After a few days we did hydrographic 3D printing work, suss,
For which I was commended, I contributed to today’s 3D printing
Then I lead the invasion of southern France, which was amazing.
The Panama Canal saw me on a rocket ship headed for Japan,
But the A-Bomb ended the war, and we went state-side to tan,
My Honourable Discharge was in March of ’46, and I was quick,
To get back to my peacetime activities, but never forgot the sick.
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
The British Empire was built by fate
made rich advanced to stand up straight
Have knowledge and allies to collaborate
prevent Europe a Russian satellite state
Hitler became leader of countries he wished
only the French braved arm and fist
the rest conquered with little resist
be German or Russian forever exist
It was destiny calling the fall in the 40’s
two powerful empires resourceful with fortunes
long standing British and nasty new Nazi’s
destined to fall take Nazi too or see doom
200 years Had the USA walked a different route
stayed British or French or Spain had loot
French naval power remained with British dispute
Europe today would be a Russian Dilute
There'd have been one outcome
had Germans took the United Kingdom
no Yanks involved with Europe done
Russians crushing Nazi til Russians won
Eastern Europe would have been all Europe
weakened by the war be assured with no stop
they'd have reigned with aggression from the top
and it wouldn't have ended because a wall dropped
no scientists taken to the new world
with atom bombs or V2 rockets
no '69 moon landing out of this world
absorb and forget me not this
There needed be a Britain free
advancing air controlling sea
strong cultured links globally
for Freedom known by you and me
all in Europe were down and beaten
factually defeated and that would stay
had Britain not fought on though weakened
you wouldn't have free rights you live today
You and me UK and you and me EU
Hell Is a world we almost knew
together as one we pulled through
BREXIT doesn’t mean we’re not with you
I'm not saying we were the saving grace
more the counterweight in place
peacetime now our way, the lessons we take,
don't hate through BREXIT we have to stay mates
Tap tap boom… sheep scattered like shrapnel
Brian Dunn’s instant memorial smoke rose
from his peaty wet death hole, roots
lumps of peat and ling fell like black roses over his body
and the blood splattered fan of shattered gritstone
Three lads Sunday walk, October 1950
Derrick Shaw’s lower arm was brast away tapping
the mortar bomb on the wall, saying “perhaps this one will go…..”
his life and army training wasted, he survived a fortnight
Fun was blown out of Brian Boreham’s life aged 14
witnessing the nasty death and maiming; badly injured and
stunned off his feet, he dealt with peacetime battlefield horrors
Split second ear-bleeding noise, blinding flame front
massive air overpressure blast and burning bone breaking shrapnel
Silent mundane looking ordnance, inflicting instant long-term trauma
young Brian’s tearless mourner, his dog Molly
sniffed his blackened cooling remains and torn clothing, wagging her tail
whining, stopping and returning several times - to confirm he was extinct
The lethal incident was raised in parliament
there was no human enemy in Pendle’s long war
munitions and tank trap targets shattered shards still remain
After live firing practice the hill was twice declared safe
but a mortar’s boom still cracked Pendle’s silence
resonating around two families - for decades
Where the WW2 troops were stationed at Brogden farm
an overt regiment of tank traps stand to attention roadside
another unit laid prone in a mass grave, dam a Sabden lodge
holding waters drained through the dark deadly ground
inert unknown markers of Pendle’s unseen war
waiting - for a Heritage blue plaque medal.
~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
(The Nazi's Camps)
They had seen Hell on Earth
Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through all the horror
Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow
Seen babies thrown in the air and shot dead with rifles
In front of their thunderstruck, disbelieving mothers
Seen dogs rip the flesh off of tender girls and boys
Vultures and crows clean up with their cackling noise
Witnessed gang-rapes of tender teen-agers
Radiation experiments on their private parts
Their eyes plucked out of their heads screaming
Gasoline fires consuming their bodies and hearts
And then, most awful of all, the crematoria
Hundreds daily taking 'showers' of poisonous gas
The stench of their decaying bodies piling up in smoking ruins
While the Third Reich sang and danced to Hitler's tune...
At the end, human skeletons marching weeks on end in rags
Through unforgiving Polish forests in winter storms
Shot through the head should they tarry or stumble
Writhing as their saintly parents died in their arms
This couple, this pair, survived, and they married
Made a new home in the State of Israel
Where Iranian jackals still howl at them daily
Warning them of plutonium and nuclear bombs
Tight-lipped they were and tight-lipped they remain
Building a home, bearing children, carrying on
Burying the pain in the past, they neither pout nor complain
No time to waste on vengeance, life's too soon gone
Two Jewish heroes re-embraced life, made the most of peacetime
Teaching the world ~ even unthinkable horrors can be overcome with time