Long Pinioned Poems

Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only...

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Pinioned to   my   world of ambivalence.
I cry,
I   sob,
It will   not let go.
In me it rises like the sun.
I   stare still.
Like a burden I  ...

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Is there enough adjectives I can use,
  to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is 
  dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping 
  into the weariness...

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“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
                   ...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing cracks and marks,
Memories leap out,
From the moss-grown crevices of my...

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There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving...

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The bricks were sweating, nervous.  Icy slime
   had soaked his coat-sleeve, much to his disgust.
Tall baulks of formless timber seemed to climb
   towards the bulbous shadows.  Guido, trussed
and pinioned,...

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If a bird with pinioned wings
             Could speak, instead of sing
            ...

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Two faced 
The duality of you –
I hold you sealed inside my skin
Both of your faces
Both of your voices
One named Truth
The other – Fantasy
The former is as cold and hard as all Truths are
A nugget...

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He is cocooned in a case as black
as a moonless night. 
He slumbers without rest,
pinioned by arms of time, 
released only by her flesh and blood.

Now summoned by her hands, he struggles to life,
dancing to...

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I have a stick in my eye.
It looks like a puppet's
Whos been caught in a lie.
The whole of my world 
Easily sees
The strangling hold
This stick has on me.
It burns and it stings
Never waivers its fire
And...

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These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute
when their quivering begins in my deepest root
Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride,
Enter my secluded orchard upon a flowing tide

Saunter into my arbor and taste...

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I glide with agility and swiftness from azure height
With keen eyes intent on finding a morsel to devour
My screeching cries are echoed as blaring screams
On pinioned wings, I fly where hidden quarry lies

My shadow is...

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When I was all but spent 
And broke, matchsticks and maybes 
Scattered in a ragged heap, 
All the foreign tongues, they spoke 
Of gamblers' luck and empty deeds 
Bestride the charity of sleep. 

Then I...

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"Millions of minions, pinioned by their sickened dominions,
asking for the opinions of popular Virginians who reside
in the capitals and Capitol of our nation's vacant soul!--

Millions of minions in search of a perch, it can be...

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The call of the muezzin, drifting over the wall,
mixes with the odors 
of diesel, cooking oil, and humanity,
as I watch a lone kite flying above low houses, 
a smear of red across dun colored hovels,
crouched...

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1. CELESTIAL 2. BESMIRCH 3. PINION 4. THROES 5. SOJOURN 6. LISSOME 7. FIRMAMENT 8. REPOSE. 

HE had just completed the FIRMAMENT
and everything CELESTIAL
The vegetational implements
and the living things beastial --
When sneaked up the creature most...

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Winged Steeds of Mist

Out in the vales of freedom,
of rippled hills and plunging canyons,
there is nought but wind 
to carve through the wild horse

Light mane, nostrils flared,
veins like sacred rivers;
heart with a hawk spirit
flight strikes...

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static light show multi-angled on walls and ceiling
from bulbs under etched glass is lace effect

shadow-dancing flowers in weave of curtain 
wind-spanked is lace effect

shredded cotton candy clouds curling 
in smile of sun's fire is lace...

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That night the lake was riddled with starlight
pinioned a million times to the iron face of space

The water was so clear it could reflect its own eyes
fish-eyes and the drowned watched from its towering depth

The...

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"I will set you on my breath so YOU will become my life."  Rumi 

Inside this temple made of brick and clay 
the many shades of your heart 
are the prisms of my soul...

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