Long Texting Poems

Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I...

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I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to share
Bags and pans, old kettle, and old man
The scavenger, the...

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Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable

Therefore karma caught up to me big time
and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory
(figurative speaking) by casting a spell,
whereby the government issued Safelink
Tracfone got permanently disabled
and all the data
(including contact...

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     We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street.  Nursing our drinks, we both had a bit too much that night.  My...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)...
found himself bewitched about Circe,
particularly after reading book title by the same name.

An enchantress and a minor goddess
in ancient Greek mythology and religion
depicted...

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You must be laughing your head off at me thinking I'm so stupid that I don't know what is really going on, sorry to bust your little bubble but I know what is exactly going...

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I walked pass the neighborhood restaurants and saw Americans
browsing on their laptops and having their Saturday evening meals
Some were having a serious chat over dinner
I could see angry faces filled with disappointments and resentments
There is...

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 Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn A Year Ago and yet now No Change
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Submerging myself with water of wistfulness
Trying to be rid of the loneliness in progress
I missed going outside and swimming in a precious, pure water
I’m looking above the surface instead of the ugliness of underwater

Today is...

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“The patience of Job” applied as an idiom that means to have great patience or endurance in the face of suffering. It's used to describe someone who perseveres through many problems or hardships.

One must possess...

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Betrayal (guilty as charged)...

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the social media platform
of Facebook Messenger,
wherein those subscribing
to an orthodox dogma
may consider said website infernal
(even more despicable
then once upon a time
Old Rotten Gotham
sliding down...

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Time bracketed between initial birthday and present birthdate

October seventeenth
nineteen hundred sixty one 
and October seventeenth
two thousand twenty four
represents, signals,
and traces sixty three orbitz
completed round the sun.
by one cherished,
(despite lapse of calling,
emailing, or texting),
nevertheless loved,
and prized...

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A sudden feeling propelled me to go down to Ellanor C. Lawrence Park
and walk on top of the old colonial Spring house  wall 
I have been to that place before and walked  back...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or that you're all three of those,
And then they throw in...

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This is a result of text messaging. You have forgotten; how...; to punctuate. It affects you. This affects me. This effects all of us. Misplaced kindness masked by hate; lost in a text. There's no...

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Preface preceding promiscuous philandering peccadillos
undermining energy and time not spent with missus
and mother of our precious progeny,
whereby, yours truly sought, (somewhat assertively, modestly,
and zestfully) to elicit – illicit prurient heterosexual predilections
before dark shadow of guilt...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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The nanosecond bad a** to risk romance

Twenty first century technology
allows, enables, and provides
instantaneous virtual unconsummated love.

Within the course of a texting or sexting session
one lovelorn lad (or grown man)
can fabricate a faux impression
with the young...

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The day after my cousin died from cancer…no let me start with I prayed hard…I mean hard…with unrelenting fervor…convinced until there was no further reason to pray…to pray. I bothered friends relentlessly…the heavens were stirring...

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though many men,
(especially former Norwegian
bachelor farmers from Lake Woebegone, -
but one presently wedded
to another female for not quite
thirty orbitz around Mister sun) seek a booty call
compliments of Facebook (Meta) Messenger
yours truly (me - a married...

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More habit forming than any drug or liquor

I considered myself sophisticated and wise,
but the addictive power of texting
and subsequently sexting
took me by surprise,
and impossible mission to neutralize
despite experiencing scraping rock bottom
as emotional lows courtesy accusations
from...

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At 8:30 AM,
"Get up, LAURA! Charlie! Wake up...Robert...Wake up."
No reply...no reply...just ignore my wake up calls...yell at me all you want
You make me cry...cry...just shatter me like glass...you place me in the trash, but I...

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Robin Wall Kimmerer,
in Braiding Sweetgrass,
describes the first three woven rows
in process of making an ash basket.

The first Yang row of ecological root structure
is most impossibly conflicted
between extreme tensions up and down.
Weaving Yang-dominant is more of...

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My world is slowly falling apart
I know that there’s only one person
Who’s caused this change to happen

You’ll start sarcastically joking 
With me on the phone
I’ll read your messages
And though they feel
Like a stabbing pain entering...

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If only you knew,
How many tears I've shed...
Or how painful it was,
To let you go...

The only way I could subdue the pain,
Was to accept my lost...

But thru it all,
The pain was still deep within...
A deep...

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