Long Pinching Poems

If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks
Geeze, lady, give it a rest
Your...

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I was on my ambivalent fence
about who to watch watch the solar eclipse,
my alcoholic allies
or the designer THC corporate investors.

Wherever it was,
we read excerpts from two permaculture designers,
to get our minds ready for this great...

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Ace colonoscopy doctor Kellen Karl Kovalovich

revisited January 23rd, 2024
on the evening before yours truly
(the one and only Matthew Scott Harris),
a stand up comic wannabe, who
historically heartily hales 
from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
undergoes oh joy rapture colonoscopy.

Three days...

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Early one morning, as fresh springtime was just ending,
I was hiking in the woods, and overhearing the birds sing.

And with a tranquil heart, and lost in a deep green world,
I was reveling in the gaiety,...

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Ace colonoscopy doctors Kellen Karl Kovalovich
and Larry Borowsky

Though necessary to down: 
four Dulcolax laxative tablets, 
quaff half 238 gram bottle of Miralax 
over span of eight hours, 
and if necessary even one Fleets Enema, 
I...

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I Am The Final Word And The First Word


I’m having another one of those night sweats again. 
I am on my back here as naked as David, 
On this slip-covered sofa of mine, 
Counting the...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own...

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My mom was everything to me
She was my every day, my every morning
She was literally my life and I lived every single bit of it, in her world
She was my inspiration and her smile, was...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana)...

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For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two


                  ...

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Oh you will leap,
all the losers leap down here!,
go beg in the boiling mud
the Prince is patient with pain,
go taste the bloody scum, go !,
move sucka!!!
Voooomph,,,,,,
feel the paddle blast...

I don't belong here, ouwah my head...
Why...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words... phrases... sentences...
They are screaming to be released
or climbing to burst...

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They are moving slowly around the curb
Penetrating the city that is  full of nerves
They are circling around the town with a
temper that has outgrown their raw emotions
 nerves meeting with nerves and nerves pinching
Nerves.Bad...

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A Poem as a Tribute on Mothers  Day Part 1

In the broad day light of one May afternoon,
When the heat of Sun was scorching and unbearable,
to move outside our dwellings, and 
The atmosphere was...

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With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength 
they paint the fire in...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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An old man ravaged by age
His gangling frame impelled against the cancerous bark of the forever weeping willow 
Lined with wrinkles of time, his ashen face unshaven
Cast down among creeping shadows

Folding my legs, I sit...

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Mothers pride. 

Part one. 

"He never sees the light of day 
Or ever cuts the grass, 
He lies in bed all day 
Or just sits on his fat arse." 

"The toilet seat is never down...

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Hired first as your band's assistant
Adonis with bonus warmest manner
Smile left me gooey, I couldn't resist it
Fluent guitar fingers sparked my enamour

Liasing with music gurus was realms apart
From routine of home, single Mom of two
Denham...

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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with...

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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with...

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I am Späces
The poet's muse
And I bring something old 
And something new

The spirit of the word am I 
And I've existed in all places 
And all times
Filling the gaps
The empty spaces in between 
What we...

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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?

You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with...

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CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR SCREAMING "LIAR" IN A CROWDED CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A  new  horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you...

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