Long Recounts 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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Twice told toilet tale – a cheeky execrable gross fable

which poetic product best be affixed 
with hashtag STINKY label.

As a young whippersnapper
and one precocious lad to boot,
I discovered common combustible materials
found in the bathroom.

At opportune...

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Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz twenty years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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

Often these days
(early May 2021)
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz seventeen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz fifteen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness

I still reckon how...

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The figurative nail hit on the hirsute covered head!

Eventually vices will witness me crow king
cough'n affliction caw hearse courtesy 
smok'n since me yay high,
hence appellation (mountain) wheezer 
natural set of adult teeth (rotten to the...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (Third and last part to abide by the word count)

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With aches and pains felt everywhere in the body called arthralgia and myalgia!

We start thinking if only we could go...

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She struggled frantically as she was yanked from the bed
Hauled into the street straight to the temple, no match for her rabble size
With bare foot struggling to find their footings
Hammered fear, cold deafeningly in her...

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The August Sage recounts, 

For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed, aided the desperate, succored the orphaned and borne insolence with...

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I once lived in high Montana
and I knew a man who live there,
went by the name Rodrigo,
known to most for his wild hair.

But Roddy didn’t grow it long
to try and impress some girl,
Roddy was a...

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Man and dog, reputed best friends, rise above death’s fears.
With lives on the line, heroes save, minds and hearts in action.
Stories mount across counties where rescuers save many tears.
Not for any gain or fame, but...

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Explosions rock the boat;
Ocean gushes inside.
The battered stern won't float,
All controls lock their slide.

Listing fifteen degrees,
The lifeboats fail to launch.
Swift decent lugs a squeeze
Impossible to staunch.

After mounting seconds
The vessel starts to slow,
While the stark deep...

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Helen Keller 
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 This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She 
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who...

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The Biblical book of Genesis poetically recounts the undetermined time of creation as happening in a week of seven days.  As I look back upon life, which has gone by so quickly, it seems...

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Something else? Or is it just a question?
In every language, in every nation, nearly everyone                    ...

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She still has that gleam in her eyes..
The only surety in life is change,that's the reality ,and time has ensured that whether we like it or not we all have to endure ..but one thing...

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I step from my car and I see ahead
the shiny glint of smooth, polished chrome,
the place is shaped like an oversized rail car,
but never on the tracks has it roamed.

I walk on into the small...

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Fairhair’s youngest son the good, for peace trickery repaid, by hawk upon the knee            Norse blood raised an English king, hid from the bloody...

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I walk into the store 
She comes to greet me
Can I help you miss 
Is there anything you'd like to see?    
No, just looking  
Too early to decide  
But I'll...

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Exiting beauty’s cradle her grasp spans what destiny holds pale.
She has yearned, gained and lost what was fused to her core, yet still she traverses beneath a southern sky that haemorrhages numerical promise and nighttime...

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It began with mind again,
Every word was heard and heard again,
It was the accumulation of honey,
That soothed like pacific depth,
As if a burning pyre was doused with plain cold water,
The peace aligned inner in a...

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The poem that I write,
Is the one that I fantasize of writing
The one that my muse, celestial being
Made of mysterious essence,
Regards as the celebration of my fall,
Here, in a world devoid of meaning!

This poem recounts...

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Numerous times in my mind a question pops,
And whenever it does it troubles me non stop,
Restless it makes me over and over,
And then the fear of death begins to tower.

Impossible it is for me to...

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I'm walking on the thin line,
Between love and hate,
Passion and pain,
Desire and denial.
Between the mouth that speaks,
And the lips which are concealed.
The unnerving silence,
Or the numerous words that are being uttered,
Well planned to pierce,
The thick...

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