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What if we make it in time
Took my eldest brother of heart
I was age eight
Routing me through different foster homes
I could turn to nothing other than art
Script my life to a page, my newly designed faceplate
Registered me in school with hillbillies
Rednecks lurking behind oak trees
plotting to noose and conceal me
Troubles away from home
It’s all my fault, I’ll withstand the punishment
Take a recess, filter out the problems
Let you know how much fun it’s been
Street thugs want to beat; I’m no ones fool to beat
Pressure me and in my possession I acquire the tools to beef
As Lustful individuals we relaxed in our own deceit
Situations come to a stand still
I take shelter beneath the neighboring bridge
I’m grown and on my feet
Who could criticize my passion for success?
Here lately it’s become a fashion to stress
In these heated hours of liaison with we nest
I believe in me, myself, and nothing else
I’m out late in the night
I’ve got to get the rent
Trying to lead of life toward luxury
Another flaw in torment I resent
Plus I got issues with the police
The mayor and the presiding judges
So many scoundrels to enlighten my grudge
No one to stand beside this perched individual
Therefore I believe me, only myself
Wishing hard times upon me
Brush them off, time to study for my clinicals
The dirt shoveled, equals the nonsense I’ve been dealt
Put an out cast to ease
A touch somewhat seldom felt
Trailing my steps,
As I expire, you may have what’s left
And who knows, we might actually make in time
Peering through my blackened mirror in scenes
I witness the incessant struggles of individuals in spleen
Mortar over my nemesis as seen
The tower I build in an effortless climb
A have-not in time, this leprosy of mine
But you and I we have history in reply
Rest your thoughts next to this Charismatic character
On whom else could you simply rely?
The love letters I receive in kind
My colleague wants to know dearly
If you have a friend in mind
Paper makes misery worth living
Mother says her rapper insist I owe in him thanks in given
The humor in my latest statement
“By my ambitions only I’m driven”
I believe in me, myself and nothing else
But who knows, we might actually make it in time
Book cause I spend an inordinate amount of time reading...
out loud.
As a hypothetical argument
yours truly doth not aim
to be unfortunate recipient
of misguided, misjudged, and mislaid blame,
nevertheless I make dubious claim
and baldly recede (ha – hair ye, here ye)
from heady assertion
to make bold statement
such that literacy supersedes numeracy,
between said measurable
ambiguous, exiguous, and irriguous
confusing, perplexing, puzzling pillars
of cognitive, demonstrative, emotive,
facilitative, generative... intelligence,
hence not consonant
far from the madding crowd,
until the return of the native
and perchance ludicrous
to some above average dame,
who might be prone to exclaim
contrariwise, and squarely frame
mathematics more powerfully
(id est - greater than)
basically versus stringing words together
yielding cogent, decent,
effulgent, fluent... result
(that may not add up to a hill of beans)
crafting supreme unequaled poem
predicated upon cockamamie scribe,
(one whose unexcusable
laughable puerile mien
modestly trumpeting his outstanding talent,
hence he expects and deserves
posthumous lettered fame),
née, he already
appropriated, leveraged, wielded
volumes of his speculated worthless material
synchronized to be broadcast
immediately upon his demise
(after the grim reaper
steals dem lovely bones
to avoid self embarrassment)
avast treasure trove awaiting
distribution across webbed wide world
(including all manner
of social media platforms)
after discover re:
visa vis artificial intelligence
courtesy agency of smart machine
to custom make similar
facsimile thereof brilliant literature
where good things come to life
to emulate and evoke
mental landscape and thought processes
of one humble human
Matthew Scott Harris
while supremely, soundlessly, seamlessly,
echoing beloved refrains
from computer generated verses
that would be indistinguishable
from Joni Mitchell's
original song titled the circle game.
Opposites Attract
(Verse 1)
Every time we see each other
We smile
Think we been interested in each other
For a while
Everybody joking
Saying y'all look good together
We laugh it off
Saying no we're just cool
But in the inside
Neither one of us is a fool
To wonder
Could there be some feelings
Or is this just a joke
Or maybe there's a glimpse
Of hope
We are just good friends
I'm not going to react
I guess it's a true saying
Opposites do attract
(Chorus )
It's a true statement
Or maybe a fact
Boy,
That Opposites really do attract
Don't hide your feelings
That is wack
You'll never know
Until you try
Stop questioning yourself why
It's a fact
That opposites do attract
(Verse 2)
We are totally different
Who would've
Ever thought
That feelings would've been caught
Boy, The friend zone
That's where we were meant to stay
At least I thought that anyway
You started to come on
Said your feelings had become
strong
We were friends
More like homies
Just feel awkward
Now you want me
Chorus )
It's a true statement
Or maybe a fact
That Opposites really do attract
Don't hide your feelings
That is wack
You'll never know
Until you try
Stop questioning yourself why
It's a fact
That opposites do attract
(Hook)
Take a look
Down the lane
Of what it could've been
If we had stop lying about our feelings
Oh boy
Take a look down memory lane
Of what it could've been
If we had stop lying about our feelings
Chorus )
It's a true statement
Or maybe a fact
That Opposites really do attract
Don't hide your feelings
That is wack
You'll never know
Until you try
Stop questioning yourself why
It's a fact
That opposites do attract
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
4/10/2016
The Country of Iran is sending warships to the Atlantic coast
Oh yes just as they tried in 2009 with that only being a boast
But this report says they are headed for just 12 miles off shore
And if you follow this story you know there is a whole lot more
With such a tiny little fleet they are no match for our military might
But I should not need to repeat that Russia is seated to their right
And as Syria will soon fall our response is "this is only a statement"
And at the helm is our greatest flaw and all the messages he has sent
April fifteenth brings a red moon one of four divided by an eclipsed sun
As the time may come very soon when it will be too late to up and run
But this is only just a statement and there is no need to even worry
And look at all the money we just sent so their favor we can curry
All throughout all history so many conquered societies in it's midst
It should not be such a mystery that we are now next on that list
Maybe it is all just an idle threat but it is what is contained there within
Ah, we're so worried about the debt maybe we'll just invite them all in
you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot feel strong unless you have some sort of power over another, but i shall tell you, this is another kind of weakness, true strength is found in dignity and integrity, of simply being yourself, open and honest and without self deciet, a simple statement of who you are without any excuse or explanation, that is the true courage, to face yourself,to conquer your own inequities not those of others, to withstand the fire of self and emerge unburned, this is true strength, true courage, and true freedom from the shackles of self and others, in the freedom of being able to love yourself and others, without cause, without justification and without reason, this is the true freedom and joy of life.
* Here’s one that is quite … unusual. I hope you enjoy it. Don’t ask me where these ideas come from … it’s probably better left alone, lol. *
~
fascinated …
I watch the game by
way of a watermelon Jolly Rancher Stix -
seeing my world through
rose-colored candy …
but it’s gotta be a first, right?
what other nutcase would care to
do such a thing?
(rhetorical … don’t answer)
but, despite the seemingly unavoidable
aberration that should BE,
I can actually make sense of all
that’s taking place on the other side of
the 1/8” of hard confection
and my silly attempt to turn the ugly
defeat of my fave team into
something of abstract interest,
seems far too clear a vision to mar,
and that in itself HAS to be an unvarnished,
empirical statement
on the quality of ingredients and
manufacturing excellence of
the Jolly Rancher folks,
(the Hershey Corporation, I believe)
I mean, the flavor of Jolly Rancher candy is
and always has been of unmatched
tangy-tart sweetness,
and the packaging?
a gaze-holding wonder in itself
but who would’ve thought that the
substance of it could be so pure -
so limpid and translucent,
that the details of a 48-to-3 blowout
would still reach my eyes
despite the reality of it resting upon
the bridge of my nose
balanced precariously between my eyes
and a 60” Samsung flatscreen??
it’s incredible, really …
absolutely mind-boggling!
and here I was thinking that today would
be a total waste …
ha!
Outside My Window
By Curtis Johnson
Staring at me up a slight hill, from my front window, there is a cul-de-sac. Outside my back window, over the road and embankment, is a railroad track. I am most proud of my little bird feeder, that helps humming birds stay on tract.The road is a rather busy one, between my fence and the railroad embankment. And there are a few trees lining the roadside, but making a quiet statement. It’s the statement that simply says, “We are here, helping to fight the erosion". There are five trees consisting of a fruitless mulberry, Which I might add, hinders my views of the sunsets. There's a Rose of Sharon. There are three fruit baring trees; an Orange, a Lemon, and the other a Santa Rosa Plum. From another side of my home of few windows, I am afforded a caring look at my garden of vegetable treats. In addition, there are two tall palm trees and several other trees from which I can pull a peach. And lastly, there are the squirrels who don't seem to get enough of all the nuts and seeds in my back yard.
Cj09232015 (contest)
There was a fisherman needing a buzz
Full of hairy looking fuzz
Watching a canary do what he does
Using his noodle
Fisherman started to doodle
On a canvas for what it’s worth
Being independent reflecting an American image on the fourth
A statement he did make
Relaxing dockside on a break
Sketching away
Knowing there was no pay
Just the joy
Flirting with the scribbling toy
Designing simple lines
Wasting nobody’s time
Done quick
Holding a ball point BIC
Pictures come alive
Minutes to complete counted five
Never really noticing
Canary statuesque on the wooden posting
Being the muse
Fisherman did choose
Song bird could not refuse
An artist and his dues
“I came looking to fish
Sautee it in a creative dish
Instead a canary caught my eye
And no sea food is going to be fried”
Then a wind came along
Clock tower speaking four bongs
Watching the canary fly
Fisherman bided the vision good-bye
“Off to tea my good friend
I will see you sometime when”
With the hour getting dark
Fisherman packed headed to where he parked
A good day indeed
No hooks did bleed
Killing the live bait
During this peaceful date
Where one sits around and waits
Arriving home
Wife on the phone
She asking
About his multi-tasking
“Catch anything?”
“Just a few pounds and I feel like a king
Sold a canary drawing
To the pub where all they do is crawling
Presented me a complementary stew
Enough to take home to you”
Short Cut
Many wear Lycra as clothing for sweaty display and for fashion
yet in this post-modern world I sport retro with ultimate passion
No need to retrieve my gear from nostalgic attics of long lost time
running for fitness and pleasure stems from old fashioned paradigm
Healthy mind in healthy body do not require micro fibre bubbles
no sports bra for man boobs no logos when jumping through puddles
‘Just do it’ I posit life is no stage no statement but rather for fun
my ragged torn shorts will suffice please admire my legs and my run
Ideally I wished to naturally perspire and perform in the nude
but I guess despite my glorious curves some might consider it rude
When exhaustion sets in and my muscles and mind are on fire
I settle for what’s in the dresser and not how some judge my attire
14th May 2017
To say I have less lived...
and more written is not being entirely
fair. Poets breathe soul life into every
lyric statement.
Not merely metaphorically
speaking. Word-painted-skies, on closer
analysis are precisely inked examples of intensely
hyperbolic, ethereal-like possessed oxidation! (Try
to say that 10x’s fast!)
A writer’s penned pictures meant to float above
common trite integers of merely surface showy delight --
All my canvases their nature by
design are birthed to be never-settling (deathless)
evolving metaphysical transcending primers (talk about elevated ego!) --
While sub-strait substances are
compounded impenetrable dark also evident are
silvery streaks of transversal light --
My feeling contributions remain
and have always been creative world enough for me…
Though often contrary and border-less defined
for that same reason have kept me duty free from man
only subject to God! --
Therefore, when I die,
please hang my works on some moving wall --
No matter, museum or brothel:
A novel idea, perhaps throw them to the foot
of a purging water fall:
To be rushingly transported off to more saturating sea,
My suggestion not a mere medium of briny salt for addicted fishes
but moved on to fondly wished adventure residing aloft flow,
reunited with the many dearly departed extended composing
family of sometimes overly spicy, but always Creatively tasty
forever loved poetic Soupy Dishers now contributing to Heaven’s
pot of Party Soupy Literary Favors~ never-ending, never canned, organic
original Soupy Flavors. Buon Appetito!