Long Russell Poems

Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous...

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U can 2 was on the license plate of my 
store manager brown Benz where a dead man 
was found in the trunk Alston Isadore defense store 
manager at Fort Sheridan Army base Ronald Reagan...

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JUDY…
Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days
I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze
I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write
Alas I just have photographs,...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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Selena...Sarah the Sorceress
Russell...the Ghost of Never-land
This year has not been mine
Death laughs at me as he steals my grandfather from me
while I plead emptily for him to take me instead
yet I fail to realize I'm...

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Part I

Rock n Roll came through the slave trade
The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made”
“Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said]
The blues helped through the struggle
The rhythm and the movements...

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the...

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Every January first of the new year...

finds me (a doggone muttering Homo sapien)
to give pause for reminiscences
and to take stock (sh lock and barrel)
about mein kampf in general
and previous three hundred
and sixty five days in...

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AND THEN HE WAS GONE OFF THE COAST OF KISH ISLAND IRANIAN INTELLIGENCE A ROUND ABOUT OF DETAILS MOSTLY THE STARTLING FIVE PHOTOS OF BOB LEVINSON HOLD UP NOTES WHILE WEARING ATTIRE FROM GITMO REACHING...

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Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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Darkness in Her Dungeon
 
 
 
 
 
No morning no bright sun
 
Just nuns all around
 
To recite bright light
 
For my freedom from
 
Fear and feeling off
 
 
 
 
But I would despise
 
In the outside those eyes
 
A black bundle in swirl
 
A hostile world looming
 
All conspiring...

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~Erase My Sufferings Out Of Love~

Reaching the stage in my life when the death of my
spirit and soul took place allowing me to live in 
pain without him, 
the love of my life.
I will preserve...

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Wonderworks
by Michael R. Burch

History’s
mysteries
abound
& astound,
found
(profound)
the whole earth ’round,
even if mostly
underground.


The Procrastinator’s Creed
by Michael R. Burch

It’s always, “Tomorrow, I’ll do it.”
Work? I eschew it.
I never collect money I’ve loaned
and the rest of this poem’s been postponed.


WHEN...

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Still binge reading Bertrand Russell...
9/8/2020

I plunge further into 
erudite epistemological philosophication
courtesy said renown British polymath,
philosopher, logician, mathematician,
historian, writer, social critic,
political activist, and Nobel laureate.

Whew! His treatise
A History of Western Philosophy Quite profound 
grist for intellectual mill
yours...

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Snakes alive a boa constrictor
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned Poet

I spend my days in a coil curled.
Like a rope you could say.
Never get my full-length stretched so.
As there...

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This is for you, Mystic Rose,
The closest cyber encounter family tree, my spree
Harry Horsman, Sara K, summer's gone, let's haiku and play.
Achoo contest, butterflies, Parise Pariku, and the awesomeness of Michael J. 
Andrea Dietrich, Debbie...

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>I was thinking of writing a letter to the Felixstowe radio, well the people who run it, not the radio itself.  That would be daft, wouldn’t it?  Writing to a radio.  But...

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>I have a blinking broken foot.  
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
&
Poetry soup honourably mentioned.

I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of...

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Looking over the desperate 
situation of corruption on the 
streets and behind bars when 
false information goes in the 
wrong hands like corrupt 
Hernandez and Garcia junk 
sick working security for the 
gangs again wires...

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An elephant.
By Stanley Russell Harris

The elephant was so forlorn.
Was in a circus, there was born.
Chained day and night by one foot.
The chain so clanked when moved about.
For ten long years, it was the same.
In the...

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>Hydrotherapy pool in action

Now the blue sky has vanished, I must go out you know.
That will be the signal, for God to make it snow.
I wonder why he does do it?  I asked for...

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Heraclitus :
The world continues to be in a state of flux ,
Where strife (Nekos) and love (Philia) , 
Are the dividing and uniting forces in control ,
To ensure the balance and unity of the whole...

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It is not new. The thirteen families, and Freemasons have been plotting for hundreds of years. Here are the thirteen families that make up the list. Rothchild, Bundy, Collins, Ayers, Kennedy, Rockefeller, DuPont, Freeman, Li,...

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Hello, poets everywhere, wherever you might be. As you might  know I take ideas from the news and occasionally what happens in life to I, me  not you, myself. Recently I decided as...

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>I had a question today asking what or who  was The Mad Author I did try to explain,. However like all aspiring poets (Cough, cough.) I already had a poem in print explaining and...

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