Long Pixel Poems

It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched, 
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched, 
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just a little back from single country lane, 
high-hedged between the...

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Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG

This, a near imp
     possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
     Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
     to...

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Imagine every life we touch
could leave a trace of light
illuminating human souls 
and shared by both alike
pairs of perfect pixels 
locked in memories to shine
gathered for the golden years 
to reminisce with time

Imagine every pixel...

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In times encrypted on the membrane of the universe, beneath the cold veil of unknown realities,
Humanity, with eyes welled with tears of questions, will gradually unravel the mystery from symbols.
A thick curtain of incomprehensibility will...

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As layers of goosebump shed across my skin, I am haunted by thoughts that does not seem to be of me. Thoughts of magnificent actions and plans that defy any circumstance, usually halting and doubting...

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Essay 1
When a painter paints a picture
He must have a clear intent
For a snapshot just of nature
Has small chance of paying rent

So he adds some extra features
Meant to give Nature a hand
And removes what he...

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Though discriminatory asper discerning
legitimate information TIME
Magazine considered
a reliable trustworthy,
and valuable source to this rhyme
stir, who perused cover story, sans

January 28th, 2019 issue as prime
material to concoct
more serious than amusing
poem mindful not to spoil mealtime
sharing insightful...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on the other hand
there's a lot of other hand
upon hearing the...

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Eleven nineteen, nine met to be we.
Intentions meant right, but the left did see,
The Nine did meet and they met... to Be.
Juliet you can bet in the Julian sea.
Juliet you can bet, is a poet...

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Across the broken boundaries
My mother spoke to me with her eyes
And I understood
The mood upon my father's face
The song so irrelevant
To the situation's required comment
But it was good for me
To know 
What each shift and...

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how is it we look into the future
using only what what bends our fingers
with all the assumptions that keep us
on the daily throttle but less than safe
hidden from each others' true gaze
by acts of will...

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Old are they; those fables
Green they seemed so idle,
murrain of theirs still but
stand.

Odd how all of us prattle
Lads indeed we still are
longing hearty; throstles  
songs sang_we all are.

Old; we wot these birds
their silent screams,
their...

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Getting up from the table, thanksgiving day,
I realized that I will never be happy.  
There is a stare, a stare if you dare,
For the changing of my body, I don’t care if you stare
Because...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying 

Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove

Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek...

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From thrones observe the show with ‘gods-view’ eyes
The theatre dark and dusty was arcane
Then thirty frames each second flash and die
While countless pixels morph from frame to frame
A cinematic masterpiece is played
The colours, oh! The...

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You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

An all too thorough...

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Sleepless nights kidnapping the score of dreams
In moods of jeopardy to keep drama underground,
Until some iconic moments release pixel images
Of secret Insomnia lodges before they were found.
 
Enjoined taunts turn brighter lights on in the...

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Were you sitting in your swivel chair feeling fortified and safe,
with all your techno cures hooked up to your data base,
when the cyber system crashed and you realized that
your super hero six pack abs were...

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I have seen pictures of friends on Alaska cruise,
The Denali landscape looked so stark, no hues.
No frozen or floating icebergs, no polar bears catching the fish,
The caribou stood alone, in the waning forest, a solemn...

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Should I crawl
Craven with some filigree foot
Hidden forever
In the shadows of my own 
Innocuous phantom

To spend the hours
Amongst the esteem of cement and parchment
Courting the grains of sand
Clinging to the befuddled moss
And wondering on the...

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The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp 
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting...

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Hotkey is a game played on a keyboard,
All players in click sensation, typing fast
Through elation past even having to see.

Bits of binary pixel grinding trying...
To keep up with the speed of a mind,

Blind by a...

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