Long Sands of time Poems

“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her...

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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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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches...

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June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021

While scrolling over outdated docs
(i.e. namely OpenOffice documents)
derrière seated upon hard backed chair,
yours truly came upon following poem
to share with anonymous readers,
whereby slight modifications 
got made to...

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Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality

Countdown to homelessness – 
mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son
panhandler would would register 
pyrrhic victory won.

10…9…8…3..2..1… 
Found me linkedin at the end of...

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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked my face
Alone by the sea, clouds, the moon and me

The...

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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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In this life of what's to be,
we define life as what we see.
The thoughts of love and life we see,
are the driving force of what we believe.

Of the twins alive in me,
one is blind and...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with its swift
matter-of-factness 
logically guides the fingers 
to dance across keys...

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I do not chase what is destined for me,
for I have felt what it's like to pursue a dream that dissolves on the horizon,
leaving only unfulfilled longings and deep silences,
like a song lost in the...

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Beyond the Realm of Wishes
In sun-scorched dunes 
beside a weathered sentinel 
a glint ensnared his weary gaze.
A tarnished lamp / 
grazed / its secrets unknown / 
a genie unbound.... 
a muted haze.

Three worldly desires danced...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...

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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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"The Will to Survive" 

It was a peaceful time
back then in the dreams
that were once 
our prepossessing future.

sands of time 
dragged under our bare feet 
while the crystal clean warm ocean
of life that once was,...

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"Cry for the soul that will not face the body" Dory Previn 

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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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These wars teach us nothing, not even how to conquer our fears.
We are still cave people.
Democratic cave people, perhaps, but that brings little comfort.
Our struggle is to emerge from the cave.
If we made the slightest...

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With her...
Do you find joy where I feel only pain?
Are your thoughts of her gentle, kind, and pure,
While mine linger on what we can't be sure?

I’ll never know what she sees in your eyes,
What dreams...

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I remember being your age, and at times it was impossible                        ...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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Lyrics Cliché Image - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One


Lyrics to "The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision...

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“In the cold embrace of death, we come to realize the fragility of human existence.” Unknown
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