Long Smoldered 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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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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A civil war ferociously raged...

within complex edifice...
derelict hulking corpse delineated courtesy
seared, singed, smoldered smithereens
formerly robust warrior
slain during prime of his life
heavenly corporeal outstanding entity
subjected to fateful foragers
courtesy camping buzzfeeding carrion -
fancy feast for famished
uber twittering,...

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Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the...

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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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"Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze.

Please rescue us from this godforsaken place
veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress.

Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction
woke me from induced stupor linkedin to Los
Angeles fires jump/kick starting...

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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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Acid reflux ~ very early morning March 3rd, 2024

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly...

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Acid reflux ~ early morning August 9th, 2022

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly tailored...

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A pulsing motive met them in the sky
to paint his birds before they flew your way,
then talons reared, determined to deny
the devil’s flying wolves a win this day.
Your heaven’s filled relentlessly with fire
as deficit engulfed...

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No Eden here, for there’s no snake;
There’s just a thief who likes to take 
The labors of all our hard work.
My blood is boiling, half berserk
Near stripped of reason, one thing’s clear:
I’m settling the score...

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Forgive me
for sleeping while you weep,
for breathing while you wilt,
for beating strong and true
free without you
in an unforgiving sea.

Challenge ungrateful Universal Us
to never swim or fly without unitarian we,
to dream in Win to Win 
rich...

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Told with truth                                ...

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Mine Mean Mien, Hence Deserved Cross To Bare

Upon reflection of fatherhood,
onset of hands-on schooling 
fraught with narcissism
a role I lept in unaware 
with slim success
unknowingly portending how fatuous

frolics spelled ultimate doom
with theoretical strings attached,
when snagged,...

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I can't
Now that that name 
Has dominated my life,
An evensong with
Everlasting lyric
That at times when I may
Be still
I can recite through memory.
It is yet still new to me.
So many are the fresh syllables
That lay undiscovered...

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Forgotten Wife 
WHY?
I’ve asked the question, 
A thousand times or more,
What more could I have done?
As I really didn’t understand
What changed?
What had changed this man? 
That man I first married.

Ever a handsome fella 
Dressed in...

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Forgotten Wife -

WHY?
I’ve asked the question, 
A thousand times or more,
What more could I have done?
As I really didn’t understand
What changed?
What had changed this man? 
That man I first married.

Ever a handsome fella 
Dressed in...

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Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019

Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding...

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Hot In Havana.
.
It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers
Velvet star-studded night
I was sat enjoying the scene
In a dance bar
As someone played the piano accordion
And guitar
.
Suddenly I was aware of a shapely silhouette 
Stood at...

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I think friendship breakups are so weird—
From belly laughs and soul-deep chats, moonlit strolls and silly spats,
Yet another slip and the thread of camaraderie is severed,
casting shadows upon the remnants of what once thrived.

You think...

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an ugly gray rock, so I kicked it along
amused by my memories, humming a song
it was jagged and rough - I gave it no mind
and punted it thrice, then left it behind …

I changed up...

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Don’t mind your habits, but they’ve made your mind.
Round the next corner, things will get better.
Until that one fell day when you do find
The credit’s come due and you’re the debtor.

You’ve hidden yourself away out...

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This shell crumbled and fell when hearing the words you said sent me strait to hell.
Blackinening depths weep in night not to ballistic to fight for what it is by right.
Despair and creeping wounds come...

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ASHES TO ASHES


If all of me sums up a to a pile of smoldered ash... 
Then all of me could fit into a glass; 
If that's all I amount to on this earth,
 I pray...

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