Long Time travel Poems

They called their gang The ReVolutionaries,
my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them,
but they often called themselves Yang and Yin,
respectively and mutually respectful
yet privately erotic,
not so much politically and economically
where Yang could not...

Read More

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...

Read More

On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July,
I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies.

For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center,
To work on new projects, and to...

Read More

After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park,
And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks.

The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine,
And the hummingbirds were...

Read More

An unexceptional turning point in our marriage...

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by herself
(for a fêted celebration
of our eldest daughter
and her significant other,
which occurred years ago
courtesy justice of the peace)
attended by...

Read More

The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the...

Read More

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony,...

Read More

I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

Read More

O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

Read More

A big shoutout and thank you to Tom Woody for being an amazing collaborator on this epic project. Also, a huge thank you to Sam Scott and Sara A for your stellar narration that truly...

Read More

A Silent Walk in the Woods

It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. 
The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure day.
Fantastick the inner silent. I feel it is a very...

Read More

We are all Nameless



What else is there to do
but to tell you who I am,
but most of all,
what I wish to find.

I am not the cavalier of the sun, 
but the caveat of phantasm.

I do...

Read More

I'm not a saint though I compel myself to be one
I'm not a sinner, no, yet I can't outrun the ideology
Ascending into descension or am I descending into ascension
Maybe I, maybe I am only stuck...

Read More

We're now in the year 6555, and I am feeling happy and so alive,
Above, sunshine pours like honey, as along the oceanside I drive.

Wind whips my hair around, beneath skies a deep sparkling blue,
Like the...

Read More

In the year 3030
Time travel is what some like to say
a common convenient conveyance.
And is sold like Air travel or Train fair.
Seeing that most people have cars that fly.
For some time travel is considered 
to...

Read More

When I was a history teacher, I had a passion for the subject,
Like the twilight descending silkily, as day and night connect.

Each day was a new adventure, as we explored different ages,
Broadening young minds. I...

Read More

POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to how Time flows
shattering dreams and purpose as onward it goes

~...

Read More

I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press...

for enlightening my senses
to the evocative, reciprocative
and suffocative
auditory and visual material
publicized in The Nation
magazine January 2025 issue
on page 59 about Macklemore
(his given birth name
Benjamin Hammond Haggerty)
an American rapper
composed protest...

Read More

W. S. Rendra translations

Willibrordus Surendra Broto Rendra (1935-2009), better known as W. S. Rendra or simply Rendra, was an Indonesian dramatist and poet. He said, “I learned meditation and the disciplines of the traditional Javanese...

Read More

Musings at Giza, Egypt
by Michael R. Burch

In deepening pools of shadows lies
the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes.
Though centuries have passed, he waits.
Egyptians gather at the gates.

Great pyramids, the looted tombs
—how still and desolate...

Read More

Yours truly shirked fidelity regarding faithful vows
bequeathed courtesy angel of mercy,
who pledged her troth
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six
five months (not quite to the day) before

"star student" birthed
on December twenty second,
(now gainfully employed
at Certified B-Corporation
San Francisco,...

Read More

"Some Grave Humor for Monday Mourning"   Posted 5 Apr 2021
take note: if you don't go to your friend's funerals      they won't go to yours

some think our cemetery is...

Read More

Sipping aromatic coffee on my duty break 
I glanced beyond the hazy vapors
outside toward the isolated runway;
under moonlit sky giant aircraft at standstill.

Despondent like me they seemed outside,
Inside my zestful mind seemed free,
While I wondered...

Read More

She was born as Holly Clarkson
in the year 1993,
and for most of her early days
she lived life uneventfully.

She grew up outside of London,
went to uni and married well,
had her first kid at twenty-six,
you would not...

Read More

Do you feel nature? Do you feel the air
Do you feel the ground that you walk on that someday become corrupted by earthquake.
Do you feel the rain that someday can create floods. we
Do you feel...

Read More