Long Vw Poems

Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium,...

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Socially retarded and somewhat aloof I never knew what a true friendship was.
Not knowing how to play well with others growing into a young man.
I was 18 years old, washing dishes in that Chinese Restaurant,...

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Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy  in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and yelled as we fought each other with snowballs;  ...

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I recognized you in an old photo
taken long before I knew you
You were among the ancient ones
The ones on whom you depended
You were brother, son, nephew 
and cherished grandchild

I recognized you by your quiet demeanour...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents,...

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I grew up a child of the ’60’s
together my life and the hippie movement dawned…
now when I look back at that time I wonder…where have all the hippies gone?

Those long haired tie-dyed idealists who walked...

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After graduating from high school,  I left the South and moved North to the Windy City of Chicago in search of a better way of life and in the process found lots of snowflakes...

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A boy King was born in Bethlehem piquing the interest of three very wise guys.
They came from the East guided by a mysterious Star streaming from the skies!
They got a fix on the Star with...

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I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a goat and my parents they agreed
We saw one advertised and...

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Ever had chase fest for a runaway balloon, 
that's going places, underused, under benches, 
high fiving branches, 
becoming a star to the onlooking masses? 

Convenient how it knows, 
that we have each other for a...

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I cry EVERY TIME I come here, But I just cant stay away
Cus I know you ladies are all feelin..... what I'm feelin.... EVERYDAY!

I read your posts and cry, my heart breaks for all of...

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i’m running a little late
six months ago i read 
the average life expectancy was 79.5 years
i thought i had time to
finish a couple of home projects,
find and restore that 65 vw bug
i’ve always wanted,
i could...

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All work and no play
May have made Matt 
A dull boy
All no work and no God
Has Matt with a lost soul
But he is moving on full steam
He is chasing the South African dream
He is going...

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Yesterday I posted a poem about our Volkswagen mailbox- 
on which Deborah painted symbols of flowers, butterflies and a dove
It’s our subtle way of stating we hope for a world filled with peace and love.

When...

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Sixty-eight! What the heck. I look in the mirror and see another me.
I am twelve inside. Can’t anyone else see? 
My sense of humor is hilarious just like it always was.
I am young at heart;...

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Engine check light on-
My old friend,
What happen?
Let's talk like men,
"You're suppose to be The Man!"
Six pack of fine oil,
Premuim fuel,
High on those octane,
You'll buzzing into the 90s,
Pushing light speed,
Ready for a west coast beach run!
But,
NO!
In...

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Insufficient Containerization
         (My Campaign Platform for 2016)

Litter is out of control in these here United States
An un-Godly blight on the landscape, home of the free 
This is...

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Comfort zones go into hibernation every winter in Chicago

Only the tough skinned, strong willed, and native-born survive Chicago

Long live the reliable snow movers and the great transportation system

Doing your best to keep blood flowing to...

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The end of the year.

The pope is dead, no, not him, but the old one
who liked wearing red hats
There he was, driving his VW around the alps
advancing slowly through the clerical ranks
and suddenly, he was...

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Mariah needed to get to the Hollywood Hills
She recognized this mission was her destiny
Tell everyone her mother encouraged her
It was 1974, when rides were free

She hitchhiked from Ohio to California
Singing folk songs with strangers 
In...

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A VW Beetle 
An unloaded thirty eight
In the passenger seat
And out through the gate
A briefcase of secrets
Chained to the wrist
Memorized instructions
From an unwritten list.

In the event of an ambush
Just pop five rounds in: 
The only...

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We didn’t have much stuff
We weren’t poor
Or so we were told
Ya got one pair of shoes
Maybe sneakers in the summer
A few “hand-me-downs”
A “cold water flat” in the city
An old black cast iron stove
For warming feet...

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The quintessence of womanhood, Mimi Sue makes me drool.
Exquisite, an angel, a champion of femininity, my jewel.
A peach, a beauty, a gem, my ideal mate.
I smiled at my brother, he had at last met his...

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Stepping through its beaded door
was like walking into a time cloud, 
whiffs of marijuana and hashish pipes
lined up by color in the cabinet 
to the right, behind which stood
a hippie and his girl, with beads
and...

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