Long Playtime Poems

Now in my time echoes
  I remember then
  my full days in a life
  when I was ten.
We lived in a shadow 
  much greater 
  at the gates of...

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I know nothing brighter than disdain
for algebra’s insane fascination with irrational outcomes,
dissonating my natural empathy
with harmonic blends and rhythms,
patterns of fore-giving symmetry
and holonic wholy closure.

By contrast,
the only polymath I take to,
warm wet eco-polity compost
transforming into...

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Sam the dog and Pearl the cat
Were sitting on the wall
They do it every day
So it isn't strange at all
They have little conversations
Which only they can understand
They talk about their little quirks
And none of them...

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Back to you Billy, for ways I whiled away herding ennui

Ah...a flood of memories wash over
this anointed Goatama Boo Da,
whose respected G.O.A.T status
among generic green acres, 
which swathed across Highland Manor 
analogous to petty coat...

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Becoming, a translation from Rabindranath Tagore,
Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may
I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity
I shall be someday, grandiose, someone
I shall be, some day, like my father
My sibling, if...

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My only niece Lonnie created sheer 
joy for me especially after i gave 
birth to two daughters Lonnie was 
indeed the boss of playtime visiting 
every summer being she was few 

years older than my...

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My heart hit the wall like graffiti spray.
Shakespeare could have cast you 
just as you had cast me.
Playtime was rushed to sleep with resistance, 
as cinderblock thoughts tossed and turned 
until drifting became corroding numbness...

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"I watch the bathwater drain"
says Tonight Alive with powerful refrain  
stepping out of a bleach bath to hide from her pain
Hesitating, she turns the water back on, her self esteem slain
as she waits for...

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> In the beginning there was God Part two.

Back to God, one day you know.
In one place in that space. 
He found one rock.
It was neither cold or hot.
With that He decided then to play.
Changed...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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The Birds, They  Were So Silent, Revised
        (REVISED VERSION)


I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet.
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff...

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Now that no one can escape
      its time to turn it up a notch,
going over to my other “victim”
           I...

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When playtime was over my tiny hands tediously picked up Tyco toys, a fistful of three at a time. "Atta girl," my dad would encourage. This daunting task was heroically spared when his master hands...

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, 
as abrupt as a spanking, 
my once reliable mother brought home 
a hospital surprise 
with an alien face and 
a blood-darkened eerie belly clip 
that was to suddenly...

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Did you ever
   see a dark shadow
      in the corner
of the ceiling
  and thought you
      could almost
     ...

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Star Trek Rules!

It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume...

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So we took Bonnie the Border Collie to the vet yesterday for a wellness check and to update his shots. While there we discussed Bonnies dominance issues over Crusher the female Doberman, especially when he...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates,...

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In our small community, there was a library surrounded by a playground filled with play equipment for children. There was a large and strong swing set 
made of iron. There were also a sliding board...

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The Birds, They  Were So Silent


I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet

Crossing bridge to glimmering lake
no worries,...

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Where did I leave that serenity behind, that made me smile?
Now these red lights choke, the blood's dried, human venom reigns,
I cant dream in this jail, my sleep's gone, quite a while,
Red lights, danger, dont...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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...

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After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt, 
Krakatoa lost mighty noise,...

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I slide through
          the darkness
     within your walls,
following wires
      to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
  I...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of...

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