Long Perusing Poems
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The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... .
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon saged-up getta-gingerly-popping in the grease in
the skillets over the steadily-flaming-logs and-built-up-kindling ... .
Humbly growing up little farm-houses-rock streams-made by-the freedom-of-the-patient
hand-Bibles-on the-table in every-dwelling-place blessings of praise-that really gooey gooey
fudge-brewing slow... so-slow.
Cooked-up-apple and peach a plethora of assortments of berry pies cooling their lively smells
lifting up-and-drifting-about the grassy timber woods and hills in every available-window-sill
home made-ice-cream sweet-taffy-candy-moonlit-walks-with a real good friend-crawdad
hunting with my-Pa and Uncles cousins and Brother Sisters-Grand-Pa... . Stars parading along
on by with the sky's Moon-hovering-above casting the morning-stars-gentle, and-somewhat-
kinder reflection on-the-slumbering-land of crawler's... .
Our flashlights lights perusing cast-all-about searching-for-them... junker autos rumbling and
rolling off one distant-street-corner-easy childhood-days-rising up to greet-you laying-down
weighing in the balance-as the tender moments... ease-on-by.
Time my only vestige welcomed salvation, greater my safety-grace happily promenades-
about-the fringe-of the-day... . They ride-their-way-along-enchanted carried along churning
away-by the glimmering-crystal-streams motivated by-the-chipper woodland-winds... . My
faith, in-its relevance, emancipates.
Fragile, honest... willing... no time for resentment-innocence runs free now merrily skipping
with me across the meadow.
Gracious time the noble gesture freedom the-patient-journey-sown-of-humble yes the
truest divinity as patient-just yes-the devotion for all-through grace-made-open-my hope
remains willing-white cotton clouds captured in their lea way dancing two and fro remind
me even-more so... .
"Kill them with the virtues' of kindness" as my Father always said.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6rYPHmSzcE&feature=related
The wife and I just recently, joined the clan of scrimp and save,
But we’re hoping that this attitude won’t send us to our grave,
So we added to this latest fad, and put upon our plate,
That we’ll never buy another thing without a use by date.
Shopping in the supermarket, we would amble down the aisle,
And one by one we’d check the goods, and give a nod or smile,
For we’d check for fat, then sugar, and seek its healthy trait,
But before we made a final choice, we’d check the use by date.
And if by chance that day is gone, and the goods are still on sale,
I’d protest to the manager, ‘take ‘em down or go to gaol!’
Often I am offered little bribes, but I just tell them straight,
‘My wife and I will never buy, an over use by date!’
It’s turned our shopping into art for the wife and cagey me,
Perusing every label on the shelf; and every use by date we see,
And as we shop we plan our week, so nothing’s wasted on a plate,
Making sure we use, what we do buy, before its use by date.
Of course there’s bargains on a Sunday, found at a local fete,
Where some will compromise a price, when out of use by date.
You don’t know what you’re buying. You could be tempting fate!
So money doesn’t come into it. We live by the use by date.
But today is one occasion when, me nerves are put on edge,
And it very nearly changed me mind, about me ‘use by’ pledge,
So I’ll take you through the reason why, I’m forced to strive and strain,
And I told me wife who caused it, ‘don’t put me through that again!’
So I have to mention that today, sort of makes me face go red,
For me wife’s been taken off the pill, because of what the Doctor said,
He mentioned there’s been side effects; therefore the pill must be rejected.
He then suggested we use condoms, to avoid the unexpected.
This stopped me in me tracks it did, for now I have to buy,
The product made for ‘safety first’… but I’m too flamin’ shy!
So we compromised for what is best, the wife walked out the door,
And came home shortly with the goods… a box of twenty-four.
She threw the pack across to me, and said ‘now read the box’.
‘Hey I don’t need instructions!’ Is my reply that duly mocks,
But scanning just for scanning’s sake, I felt this jolt of horrer’…
‘These condoms have a use by date, and it runs out ‘tomorrer!’
Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island
Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I die taking family surname to netherland
who unwittingly named his youngest daughter
after his recently deceased father's mother.
Mortality encompasses subsequent cremation
never mind death of yours truly unbeknownst
mine soul will migrate towards deceased kith
kindred folks only known courtesy genealogy
descendents called Eastern Europe homeland
upon landing at Ellis Island émigrés hugged
immigration officials and illegibly scribbled
unpronounceable/ unreadable birth names
subsequently adopting common shorthand.
Chromosomes reconstituted genetic material
gifted from forebears ecstatic immigrants apt
to be regaled by relatives hustling newcomers
into fast paced frenzy, the latter gesticulating
at cityscape marveling over hubbub jabbering
babble synchronized in tandem with hawkers
and vendors selling, peddling comestibles,
gewgaws, papers, et cetera predating buyer
beware analogous to innocents abroad say
by George an American in Paris humming
Rhapsody in Blue.
Agog regarding novel sights never seen within
father/mother land, viz supposed New World
blitzkrieg eventually quieted, relegated, shelved...
analogous by Dickens perusing tchotchkes
commonly found within olde curiosity shop,
yet no matter acclimatization arose espying
eye opening merchandise, the dirt poor status
regarding bloodlines a couple generations ago
immediate deterrent experienced by Aaron
Harris (papa's father) as a boy, who provided
for his family, their hardscrabble existence
only somewhat alleviated thru hook and crook.
Please pardon poetic license usurped,
especially slight exaggeration of penury
promulgated concerning up by bootstraps
scenario evinced by paternal grandfather
after he attained and emerged out boyhood,
though destitution imprinted thru his infancy
until growing up hardened qua hard school
of knocks limiting him to eighth grade education.
Overdosing (rather binge reading) thesaurus...
Imagine if ye will
earlier one blustery February sixteenth
two thousand twenty one,
yours truly experienced atypical thrill
perusing pages of heavily laden word book
marking where I leave off reading
courtesy no frills inked quill
(sold to yours truly courtesy original
big bird on his deathbed)
plus jotting down page number
so mundane effort to marry me interest
with me lingua franca (English language)
neither void nor nill
aforementioned laborious literary task
persevered despite forgoing
eating and sleeping might kill
(reading every last word)
hoop ping diligence improves vocabulary
making me maxillary stronger
no matter chronological years
considered smidgen whipping
over third scored Sam Hill
Earth orbitz around nearest star
traveling at (pun one mach two)
warp speed amidst escadrille
whereby accompanying aircraft
eventually zooms into Brazil
housing disproportionate Amazon
rainforest biome encompassing
6.7 million square kilometers and shared
by eight countries.
Even before (the square root of 3844)
years ago exiting the womb
Logophile mine self anointed
nom figuratively feathery de plume
no matter mine cranium
ready to explode ka-boom
I continue to parlay mental energy
like some garden variety harum scarum
and jam additional minutiae
(at thee expense not preserving sanity)
despite very limited (maximum) headroom
to decrease hydranencephaly
the whole hare brain scheme
rigged up with shunted
(think chutes and ladders) flume.
One definite lament
until death doth do me proud
constitutes deficient intelligence
genetically (father) endowed
imbibing cerebral thirst for knowledge
constitutes the lack of photographic memory
nsync with fifty plus shades of gray matter
ofttimes smoldering like dark storm cloud
to retain information I read aloud.
Quite an exciting
(seat of pants) life I did asseverate
less to impress any anonymous reader,
whose interest I did pique and captivate
versus (verses crafted) more so to delineate
quirky passion (couched as poetic endeavor)
inexplicable how to formulate
though no justification be given
hoop fully only kudos to generate.
~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... "
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family,
and for me,and for Jamie, (((and the many a sorted thing,))) and yes I reckon. ~
~ To run off laughing still I just might go off alone again in time to wrestle with the wind.
(((Oh but no, really...))) In my honesty, and my abandon and in the gentle advance of my heart,
I say to you. For this is to be considered as well. ~
~ In a while I reckon. (I'll want to go back in to help Ma and real soon, and of this I'm sure.) ~
~ To set the table for dinner, and fold, a small lot of the laundry, it is my honest hope this time while I play
and roll and jump around on the ground some for a
moment with my two teenage children and our little Jamie, our young one, and feed my tiger fish and then do
some of the rest of my chores,
and so I have found through God and through the sweet nature and e'er-gentle heart beating well within Him.
~
~ It is to be mine, this! my greatest fortune! ~
~ To have a happy home now and the better part of my fancy set free. For so beset and living in the honest
way-beside-me ... .
By one! The tenderness given to me through the nature of His perfect goodness, perfect Grace. ~
~ Gods' love has finally found me, but still wandering, will I always be! Down along that leafy road. Perusing
along, out amid the mighty
structures of the spruces with Jamie and the honey humble bumble bee, bumbling on by beside me, and
never will I forget these. ~
~ As back when as to cast them... I set my thoughts of this day with my family and with him... Aloof the
songs of the wind while in love I ran about and
chasing them with the many little jumpy grasshoppers. (Always ever ginger in their joy!) ~
~ As they carried in their way for me, and within their spirited hands. My hope of this day! One I have found
with them,
and in view of God and in the ever perfect way, ( of all of this, (His natural beauty!)) ~
~ Yes Jamie could be seen, and as God is the one who has granted me this time to be alone with him.
~
In English there are different types of words.
Like articles, prepositions, nouns, adjectives and verbs
They have special functions and they teach
Us to distinguish the various parts of speech.
NOUNS of course are words for "things"
Some we can touch or feel or put inside a box
Like BOOKs and BOYS and DIAMOND RINGS
And ELEPHANTS and CAKES and CLOCKS.
(On second thoughts an elephant might just break the box)
Abstract nouns speak of things we cannot see,
Like hope and love and eternity,
Verbs are action words for "doing",
Like "TRY " and "FLY"
- while words like "eating"and "gluing"
and "perusing",
These are words
half noun/half verb....
Like "believing", " waiting", and "amusing",
These Gerunds are somewhat more confusing.
An adverb describes how something is done
Like how BEAUTIFULLY she sang, or how QUICKLY he had run,
These adverbs help describe the verbs,
While adding interest to the words.
An adjective describes a noun
Like a CLEVER boy, or a SILLY clown
Always descriptive, it tells us more,
About the PRETTY girl, or the DIRTY floor.
A preposition gives us an indication,
Of where something is in relation
To something else,
Like under the Table, ON the shelf
Or AGAINST the wall,
Or THROUGH the doorway, DOWN the hall,
Like AROUND the corner, or IN your dreams,
Or OVER the rainbow, or sprinkles ON your ice cream.
Conjunctions, like "AND", and "BUT", "BECAUSE", "HOWEVER"
Help connect our sentences together,
"THEN", "ALTHOUGH","UNLESS","BECAUSE"
Join phrase to phrase,
And clause to clause.
An article is either definite or not,
AN eskimo, A spaceship, THE Polka-dot,
If there's only one of something then use "the"
But if it's one of many, then choose "a".
The interjection -
Express feelings like
joy or excitement,-
Like a huh?! Yea !! wow ! Gee
or a yay Of "delightment" -
Or not so nice feelings
Like groan, sigh or a moan-
All kinds of feelings- whether happy or dark,
Interjections usually end with an exclamation mark. :)
I hope that I have left nothing out
If I have give me a shout,
I hope this lesson helped to teach,
You all about our parts of speech.
A world that’s filled with anger,
corruption, hate, and poverty,
sometimes in the midst of this
there is one heart warming story.
It’s usually where there’s sadness,
and when the weather’s bitter cold,
where some poor soul is struggling.
and where the gutter’s taken hold.
I heard one in the Barley Tavern,
when perusing the T.A.B.
but I wasn’t sure if it was true,
‘cause it involved a Nunnery,
but then again the Sisters there,
do give good comfort with their aid.
I heard that Sister Barbara,
with an outsider had it made.
I’d often hand a couple of bucks,
to the old wino Billy Brown,
who’d take his cask of tupp’ny red,
to a park, on the edge of town.
The one thing that I knew of Bill;
he’s honest as the day is long.
He’d give to you his final breath,
if it meant it’ll keep you strong.
Sister Barbara at the convent,
of Tommy Brown was unaware,
until she saw him from a window
in the worst of his despair.
Now there’s a man the Sister thought,
in desperate need of charity,
and from a family gift to her,
she’s sworn to help humanity.
Sister Barbara wrote a note,
giving Bill encouragement.
‘Don’t Despair - Sister Barbara’ -
to help Bill with his nourishment.
She threw the note onto the ground,
and watched him read her written quote,
while in the other hand he held,
a one hundred dollar note.
Bill looked up and gave a wink,
and wandered off along the street.
One hundred dollars for no chance,
but Bill must act out quite discrete,
for one hundred dollars in his hands,
from Sister Barbara’s convent,
is sure to stir the fires of hell,
where Bill would never frequent.
And like I said I knew that Bill,
was honest as the day is long.
If he had something that’s not his,
he’d take it where it did belong.
And so it was that the next day,
where Bill would never frequent,
he was knocking on the door,
of Sister Barbara’s convent.
And greeting Sister Barbara,
with a wad of hundred dollar notes,
Sister Barbara asked “What’s this?”
and sheepishly Bill gloats,
“It’s your eight thousand Sister;
it’s the money that you won.
Don’t Despair won in the seventh,
with the odds - eighty to one.”
Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating
caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip mining away
vestial trace, hence impossible mission
rectifying purposeless existence
imputed to passive self sacrifice
upon cusp of prepubescence
mystified, mummified, modified,
stilled, lulled, andhushed
obsessively grammatically fanatical
oftimes feeble efforts yielded countless
corrective editing measures
subsequently rendering lame
resultant deplorable effort
despite NON GMO gluten
and monosodiumglutimate free
diet of (hooked) worms
limply tethered symbolic constructs
analogous to dangling participles
scraping, plowing, etching...
imperfect triangulated Hollywood squares
across parched stream of consciousness
former luscious cerebral riverbeds
long since bone dry
millennium since onset climate change
courtesy global warming
blowing in the hot torpid wind
sands of time elapsed
accepted biological demise
forever linkedin with his forebears
birth/death repurposed cycle
activated, demonstrated, gifted...
integration, narration, reincarnation...
biochemical, geological, paleontological...
legacy randomly begetting me
epochal, integral, orbital saga
since time immemorial
fifty plus shades of once ashen gray
well muscled athletic human specimen
oblivious corpse good n plenti
petrified, metamorphosed, coalesced
bleached skull and crossbones
grown brittle when blazing sun's
rays generated aforementioned disparate ideas
jangled, rankled, and zapped
in tandem with bared tiger (no lion)
slapdash pell mell, helter
skelter, higglety pigglety...
germane blitzkrieg rained down above
leaving writer, tortured, mortified, and benumbed
without either sense or sensibility
nor pride and prejudice
perusing discombobulated chaotic
kamikaze lobbed muddlesome nonsense.
"Yes... !" "Kill them with the virtues of kindness my father always used to say... !""
"Arrogance is the belittlement - empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wisdom of the Stove." "The sometimes deadly and ambitious quest for an easier day runaway out of control street car broken down mind trap flimsy cardboard shelter of the ages - opportunistic; like the Seagulls singing sailing along riding away between the very weight of bullets in lieu of the sting - raving against the raging Winds.""
"Grief does not lay down upon one no but everyone an ever perfect, bed of roses; thorn.. !" - "Blessing them each equally all their blood sweat and tears their brokenness of spirit amended..." -
"Propitious Faith is fond having heard the echoes yes the Little Many Giddy... Joyous Children - frolicking away mid the quiet laughter playing together in the fields grown up among the weeds of division..." -"Illustrious - "God Gracious relishes in this.""
"Shadows cast their jest... ?"
"Merciful Tears they lay down surrendered themselves on the other side of the light...." -
"The lovely, lowly gentle color Grey several varied pail shades crisper is the deeper distinction - the Grace that shines reminds and as they dance mid this area - Love open illuminates them in their delight.""
The Sun carries the Earth and Moon - and would it be whatever land; even if you would consider - America... - "Hope upholds Each in Their Name - all through the offering simpler passing of Time, Space..." - "In view of that wonderful home on the hill awaiting all of us... "" -
"In That Even greater Land that lies Beyond...."
"The Eyes of a Child remain Innocent forever young chasing the Grasshoppers communing Openly with the Garden Snake laying down with the Deer Bunny hopping with the Cottontail, or Jackrabbits perusing the Caves kissing the humble Mantis as she prays..." - "Though too; She carry the heart black as a-Widow as she mates..."" -
"Forgiveness I believe being the greater focus of her faith... !" -
"Joy being the lavender fields in which their offspring play... !"
Twas the site before Christmas
and all through the place
All the poets were writing
happy thoughts to embrace
They sprinkled each stanza
with seasonal things
Like Santa Claus, candy canes,
five golden rings
All phrases were penned
with a holiday gleam
As sugarplums danced
in the midst of their dream
With Frosty the Snowman,
live wreaths on the door
Evergreens, Jingle bells,
presents galore
Tree trimming poems,
sleigh bells and joys
Fairly land winters
and elves making toys
A star in the sky
that three wise men did see
A babe in a manger,
the nativity
Hot cups of cocoa,
the garland is strung
Tinsel and ornaments,
stockings are hung
I read and I laughed
and I grinned ear to ear
Perusing their poems
of Christmastime cheer
When I thought of writing
out one of my own
Not a creature was stirring,
I sat all alone
I stared at the screen
wondering what I could say
To bring many smiles
on this wonderful day
But try as I might
my mind just couldn’t think
Of something for Christmas
to put down in ink
So I sprang from my chair
and I caused such a clatter
My neighbors called out
“Hey Chris, what’s the matter”
“It’s Christmas,” they shouted
as snow starts to fall
“A time to spread kindness
to one and to all”
When then, like a sled
moving quickly downhill
I got an idea
Of a way to fulfill
I ran to the keyboard
and started to tap
Before settling down
for a long winter’s nap
My fingers were nimble,
like reindeer they flew
To type out this message
so long overdue
For all of the poets
I’ve been lucky to meet
Who write so amazing,
leave comments so sweet
So here are the words
I decided to say
Merry Christmas dear Soupers
have a great holiday
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Soupers
I hope the holidays bring you much happiness and joy
and you are surrounded by love
I will be away for the holiday, so I will see you again next Monday
For the Ho, ho, ho, poetry contest
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