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(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Mine defense weapon
of choice comprises
standing stock
(lock, and barrel)
still like a statue, who
would not budge if
someone yelled "BOO"
cuz fighting back,
he did not eschew
on account of, his being puny
like one Ninja Turtle moo
tint, and quiet as Hebrew
service, which cowardly
behavior admittedly learned
early in said life,
(no matter such much ado
about nothing smart
ting emotional, physical,
and/or spiritual issue
destructive coping method),
whiz not true
lee healthy, and really wanted
to tell bullies "eff u"
while smacking brutish and nasty
short haired gentile or Jew,
neither response employed,
since "scared lad" knew
no confidence to
put up hazardous dukes,
and land "scape
goat head kid"
matter of fact contributed
to setting moss psyche askew,
which trademark docile withdrawn
modus operandi did Matthew
Scott Harris, (this
wordsmith) more harm
than (Sherry Jones),
his first goo goo
doll (me, her close in age beau
kindergartner - same as him
more'n fifty plus years ague),
she lived near,
this present crotchety
ole Scrooge, when cute
as a button little boy,
he considered (second residence
after parents relocated
from Cincinnati, O hi you),
to a corner house -
adjacent to Daily's
Family motley
cutting (insults) crue
on Lantern Lane
(within the neighborhood
of Apple Valley, Pennsylvania)
unsure if this poe whet
tick sketch I drew
clear as mud in your view.
Not a true vacation just an afternoon away from home and have lunch out of town. All along the wayside the lushness of summer spread out verdantly on each side of the road. Tall pines and mixed hardwood interrupted only by country roads and powerlines. An occasional home or a little community with neat yards looking well watered.
thick cumulus clouds
cover the summer's blue sky..
deceptive cover
No rain on the way down just a warm summer afternoon spent enjoying seeing nature.
Arriving at the restaurant chosen to eat a meal. Newly remodeled seafood place. Freshly painted, new flooring and decorations. Extremely nice people working in comfortable surroundings. Food ordered while waiting drinks served with hushpuppies quite greasy.
Then a fresh garden salad which looked and tasted good to go with the cool glass of Sprite..
broiled fish arrive with
overpowering odor...
non-deceptive
I am sure that not all of these restaurants are that bad..The picture is not of the one at which we ate.
Inspired by Scott Thirtyseven's Haibun contest
Written: July 25, 2015
Unadulterated emotional anguish linkedin...
Regarding inconsolable screaming infant
christened Matthew Scott Harris woke
eureka insight about said newborn self,
experiences ultra sensitivity courtesy
loud noises and/or sleep disruption.
I purportedly cried mine
trademark noisy hullabaloo
no matter pallor turned
fifty plus shades of blue
nonstop nary a clue
lovely writhing baby bones
pitiful sight Matthew
eventually, invariably, and ostensibly
slumped into fatigue he brew
utter exhaustion and drew
round the clock few
till helplessness that no hue
man parental unit knew
not remedy only
parental frustration didst ensue,
nein body but mother coaxed xanadu
quickly instinctually, and
dotingly attempted to construe
why "mama's boy" solely
wanted her, she knew
not why, I only permitted
maternal acquiescence to quell grew
absolute zero clue
scant hours earlier yesterday
November 26th, 2019
inexplicable insight shone through
after decades long mystery adieu
reckon unlikely circumcised as Jew,
albeit Unitarian in
later years voluntarily withdrew
attendance basically, I now eschew
contemplative, introspective, and meditative
hodgepodge transcendental spirit chew
wool awareness keenly, profoundly,
and unexpectedly piqued
clear out of the blue
courtesy oppressive wallop true
red hot volcanic rage, a violent brew
within walls of b44 deathstill milieu
expressed in most recent previous poem,
previous poem titled Even if yours truly
could repeat every grade...
where I maintain hermitage milieu
experiencing violent ready to slew
myself and/or spouse, but... whew
blinding, deafening, frothing...
heaving, jackknifing lacerating
as iterated to you
Fred Flintstone's catchphrase,
he hightailed jabbering yabadabadoo
lest his fate witness him
serving as cannibal stew
unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
eventually subsided without
limp or lifeless body ignoble deed
yours truly did eschew.
Head of two person patriarchy...
Breathes sigh of relief
(like toe tilly gnarly mon)
footing expenses good grief.
Onus encompassing marital
responsibilities with (Holy Scott)
Matt man locked dread
precariously rested squarely and unfairly
upon mine figurative lead
pencil necked geek hirsute head,
and bony shoulders, that said
lemme communicate with modesty
and frankly earnest Sesame Street cred
hoop fully words understandable
meant tubby easily interpreted and read
lookout for courtesy double entendres
signalling where Willy wed
did himself, yet careful to tread,
no faster than sixty nine as he sped
into forbidden, verboten two lipped arrid
hot zone bubbling volcanic oasis
plunging his swollen jughead
suffocating till gratefully dead.
Reroute threaded needle gaining nascent
ability to manage independent living,
whereby counterpart availed
her pheromone scent
spurring feeling heightened testosterone,
within instantaneous moment
thus took tactile apprenticeship
receiving mail order bride thru
correspondence course sent,
I also donned role of special ops agent
provocateur, a hardened gent
fluke how I became
process of elimination chosen incumbent
learned, familiarized, adept...
grudgingly accepted covenant
to pay affordable low income rent,
plus manage other monthly bills due, i.e.
water, telecommunications insurance
(automobile and renters), and electric -
companies (Aqua Pennsylvania, Verizon,
Nationwide and Peco
respectively) with efficient
aplomb mastered (dub bate double)
art of being accommodating tenant.
Since the days of Francis Scott Key,
this city has changed significantly.
Still standing is the historical site of Ft. McHenry.
The fifteen star flag still hangs proudly.
While Key saw the rocket’s red glare,
and the bombs bursting in air,
there were no tall office buildings anywhere.
Oriole fans are as happy as a lark,
whenever their team wins at Camden Yards Park.
The National Aquarium is something to see.
It draws so many spectators annually.
This is where Poe wrote about “Lenore”,
and the raven repeatedly saying “nevermore”.
The NFL team carries the “Ravens” name.
They meet their opponents with a formidable game.
This is an historical city on Chesapeake Bay.
Why not stop and visit it someday?
You were my first and truest guide,
With open arms and heart so wide.
A listening ear through sleepless nights,
A steady hand in all my fights.
You taught me love, you taught me grace,
You held me in your warm embrace.
But I, your son, was not always kind—
I lost my way, left truth behind.
I broke your heart with foolish pride,
Got in trouble, chose to hide.
The law came knocking more than once,
And I played the part of the reckless son.
There came a time I wouldn't speak,
We went for months, or maybe weeks.
A silence deep, cold and wide—
The pain we both felt, hard to hide.
But love, it lingers, doesn't fade,
Even in the mess we made.
You never stopped, you never ran,
Still saw the boy behind the man.
And when the time was right, we talked—
On softened ground, together walked.
With tears and hope, we both forgave,
And chose to heal, not dig a grave.
You are my mother, my truest friend,
The one who stayed until the end.
For all the wrong, I made it through,
Because of love—because of you.
Scott W
It felt like I was actually diving into the abysses
Touges start rolling, but it was my actual first kiss
A feeling when every limb in your body goe’s weak
Up until then it was nothing but a peck on the cheek
And she asked why I was shaking, what's wrong
Still now I wonder why I was waiting for that long
Because I never knew of anything so bliss or rife
That first kiss brought in me a new lease of life
And what I felt was a shiver, was a feeling of rejoice
And you could hear the quiver that was in my voice
At first it was freighting, not knowing what to expect
But too it was exciting when to sets of lips connect
A guy who meets this girl and gets lost in thy embrace
A syh,and a murmur her mouth soft and sweet the taste
Our heads moving right to left, stroking each others hair
A loss of breath, but I don't ever want to come up for air
And it's something I still miss, you know when she left me
Has to be better than the kiss of death, just like poison ivy
Mesmerizing, no one before has ever felt quit the same
Satisfying ,maybe she was familiar with the kissing game
I KIND OF LEFT THIS TILL THE LAST MINITE SO PROBABLY
NOT A GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT OR THOUGH I DID TRY
TO DELVE DEEP IN TO THIS TO CAPTURE THAT ELEMENT
THIS FOR THE POET DESTROYERS CONTEST THE KISSING GAME
WRITTEN AUGUST 2012...................
p.s use'd your title at end as could not find words to finish
but thought also it would be a nice homage to your self
x david scott this is actually based on a true event
back in february i1998 which Ive probably mentioned
about her in other poems ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Alpha male
No doubt about it
It's in the way he walks
It's in the way he talks
Self confidence and presence
He knows he's in a powerful position
When women at work call him Mc Dreamy
I always ask "Who's That??"
They look at me like I'm from another planet
I'm laughing when I think about that
See, I look into the soul of this wolf
Not at his outer appearance
I've got say, that I had to face him one day
I was running away from clearance
And the task at hand given to me
by Co Scott
My story of the Night in Shining Armour
with tasks at hand
Lessons in growth and understanding
How to be self sufficient and self reliant
And I was so overwhelmed and crying
But he ever so gently put his foot down
and said people are jealous of success
That clearance is stressful and I'd be good
for this task
So I went back to clearance and went back
under the guidance of both men
And I don't regret it one bit
Store Scott ever so gently guided me
in the right direction for my success
I asked him one time if he valued me
as an employee
And he immediately said yes
I was a problem solver he said
I took those words and cherished them
in my heart
And he was right
Through his wisdom
I'm applying these problem solving skills
in my personal life
And I'm growing and flourishing
Thanks to this alpha males kindness
And belief in me that I can succeed
See I'm fiercely loyal to those who are loyal to me
And I can't wait to show him I can shine
With a little more guidance and patience
I feel safe with his presence in our pack
Queensryche. Silent lucidty. song.
My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple