Long Ruff Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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April 9th, 2023 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing thee soul   
of Boyce Brandon Harris
birth name given to my late father
buoyed aloft united with spirit
of mine late...

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April 9th, 2025 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad shy of 
fifty four plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholia
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine...

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One day, not so long ago, when I was out playing with my dog Ruff, I met a very old woman. She looked very tired and poor. Her clothes were worn and kind of ragged....

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April 9th, 2021 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n six months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance...

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I.

In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll—
left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat
of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice
between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle
of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality.

Listen: the Buzz Roll...

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The sky is blue  gray the hue white with stars looking at the view from the heavens view the earth cam view the encased truth view a wicked plan from the moon to earth...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears) 
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or...

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Then I saw thousand grim faces because
Cold distorted; thus I get much disgust
And always is so, any frost pond does.

And while we went to the middle just
Where any heavy fault and pain is found,
And in...

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Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, “Punny” Guy

Puns are nice, but I need a living
so I can get all life is giving,
but I don’t drive and can’t afford a chauffeur.
Each job I’ve tried just turns...

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dogs that left faux paw prints extant within me life 

lids black out and allow me to write
about a petty issue ye aye in vite
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many...

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So I've got a little blessing
And his name is Ja'mere ,
he's the toughest of them all,
Like Bone Crusher " Never Scared".

He's everything to me, and I swear that he's a sweetie,
So I'll protect him by...

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Employment quest sought December 11th, 2021

Across cyberspace,
the following epistle
yours truly (me) doth lob
as the figurative pressure
tightens on the virtual knob,
I would moost certainly benefit
from a part time job
hence this rather goofy atypical reply
crafted (at initial
ten...

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As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see...

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Podcast lesson (re)learned today...

(May 6,2020) for umpteenth time,
no deliberate attempt to rhyme
rather to express satisfying reason
incalculable absolute value prime
mate (me) derived bliss oh so divine.

Fresh animal tracks thru equa door
gave urge right of way
plethora experiencing...

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The historic tracks had marked the scars on my back. Shots, cuts and chops, I can 
remember that, society, families, friends and girls were also the cause of that. 
School I once loved so much,...

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Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan

December first 2020 equals
thee above named sibling
whereby she completed
LXIII earth orbits around the sun
therefore incumbent upon me
(cuz yours truly to wish happy birthday

at receiving end of much largesse)
to wax poetic regarding beloved sister,
which...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel 
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop 
(no less than...

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Small And Large, Black And Brown Cats And Dogs
A Concrete Poem


 be                       ...

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I Once Knew A Man
What happened to the man I met?

The one I fell desperately in love with

The one I thought was a God send

 

He was the one who reminded me that the ruff...

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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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lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite

I can remember those precious creatures 
   who barked at night
howling at inaudible...

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Yes they have their university degrees and wealthy accounts, but they are not yours. darling....
They don’t know you too,
How to please you that is.... and you please them, its rules..
You ask for a dance in...

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