His eyes surprise sleeping lullabys no pills he kills me with that stare as if I'd dare theirs no compare his love is rare I sensed him miles away I knew I'd see him again another day I said I'd be his friend I kept my word I never send bad intentions he's the only one worth mentioning I keep him locked up and throw away the key when really he thinks he does it to me I hopped on his team because he's made of things I dream .
Adored by all the plants and trees,
but forsaken by his wife,
he loved the sound of a gentle breeze,
and gave the grasses life.
When she said, "time to mow the lawn",
he knew which side that he was on.
THE PATHETIC AND DEMONIC
BEHAVIOR OF THOSE WHO AGREE
AND BELIEVE IN HATRED ,
ANAMOSITY AND VIOLENCE AGAINST
THOSE WHO DISAGREE WITH THEIR
PSYCHOTIC IDEOLOGIES THAT ARE
DESTROYING THE COUNTRY AND
THE WORLD WILL ULTIMATELY HAVE
TO FACE THEIR CREATOR AND STAND
TRIAL FOR THEIR BEHAVIOR AND CRIMES.
THEIR PUNISHMENT WILL EXCEED
THEIR EXPECTATIONS AND
IMAGINATION . THEIR EXPULSION
FROM THIS WORLD WILL GO BEYOND
THE LIMITS AND BARRIERS OF TIME
IT'S SELF AND THE UNIVERSE OF
CELESTIAL BEING AND THE UNIVERSE
IN WICH WE RESIDE.
ALL THAT WILL REMAIN FOR THOSE
WHO WORSHIP HATRED IS THEIR
OWN HATRED TOWARDS HATRED.
CHARLIE KIRK , MAY THE LORD
ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE.
Michael E Harris
09102025
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
I think this one-sided crush
will fade like the waves in the ocean—
loud when they reach the shore,
but forgotten as they fall back into silence.
Light...
Light Wakes this World from its Slumber
Light...
Light Shakes this World by the Number
Light...
Light Bakes this World every Summer
Light...
Light Takes this World...What a Bummer!
The Other Side Of Me
Always focused and sincere
Who am I through a blemish storm?
Calm, won’t budge
The other side of me
Up-most surreal with creativity
A simple loner
Mind always bending through silent whispers
Stillness with confidence
Don’t reveal too much
A writer at dark eternal dusk
Ink bleeds off the pages
Just another paper cut
I don’t have to wear a haunted mask
I’ve always been honest
Just an old man who writes therapeutic poems
I’m not much for a since of humor
Always a deep thinker
A poet I’ve become
Work in hand never done
Free thinkers on paper
Mind traveling music makers
Just an old soul
Down to earth
countryside's bird sounds
in morn's restful quiet peace
traffic starts flowing
sweet mood walks away until
hot sun drops in western sky
daybreak on the porch
swallows chirp, doves coo, crows caw....
those front loaders crank
I don't take one side or two
In disputes about who’s right
And who’s wrong – it could be you
Or it could be me tonight
But the next day it may turn
The other way round, the pendulum
Swings and all I had to learn
Will be lost in setting sun
Now the nightmares get too real
Heroes drop their marble masks
Neanderthals tore down the deal
With the Pithecanthropus
And the Cro-Magnons are baffled
Why does it have to start again?
Reptiles shed the skin and set
The new manual for the brain
Don’t attach me to the schemes
That you treasure or despise
I’m the mantis in your dreams
Far beyond thy truths or lies.
Humanity is sick.
Humanity is fragile.
We come into the
world being taught
the opposite of
these fundamental
truths.
We are taught that everyone is equal,
that everyone deserves a chance.
But the world teaches us differently.
It doesn’t care who you are—
only what you’re worth,
only what you can
give before you
are broken.
But the truth is sharper—
there are no guarantees,
only chances taken
and chances lost.
What good were
our promises, besides
failed ideals? And
what good are ideals
when no one is held
to them?
Their losses
have taught
me:
we aren’t the sum of our flaws—
we are the sum of our virtues.
Even if those virtues are selfish.
Even if we don’t deserve a
second chance.
The world can take everything you
have in an instant, but you have to give it your
pride.
And you have to give
hope to the lies we tell
to heal the world.
The sun provides me light from without
My faith provides it from within
On days when no light shines on my skin
What’s within dispels any doubt
The Summer sun shimmered upon the lake.
Sunny-side up, the sky, the brightest soak.
Its reflection - a breathing space intake.
Stay on the path for its easy, light yolk.
The darker side, with two-sail boat, deep sighs.
In awe of ebb and flow, in Spirit’s glide.
In the shadow of God, in morning rise,
before your chores call you - a soothing ride.
Serenity is deep and wide. A smile
of warmth before the Fall. Glass eyes glisten.
Your heart, is calm, in solitude. Do wile
away the day, to soothing splash. Listen…
Lax days, upon the sea and sky, compose.
You hide in God’s glory - swaddled shadows.
I blame it for the pain
As i try and understand its secrets
As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me
Its supposed to protect the me from the world
But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it
im supposed to take care of it
keep it smooth
perfect for the picture
but i am ashamed
of what its become
loud
and hidden
this side
of my skin
**The Country Kind of Love**
In the beginning, there was a love that blossomed in the heart of the countryside. We would lie in an old hammock, sheltered by the sycamore trees, feeling the cool breeze brush against our skin. Those moments were a glimpse of the joys of country living: a large pitcher of lemonade cold in the icebox and Nana’s freshly washed laundry dancing in the wind. Everything felt so pure and carefree back then. My friend and I were soaring on a natural high, our laughter echoing through the air, shifting from giggles to hearty guffaws. Our joy mingled with the barking dogs and the chaotic clucking of chickens all around us. We held each other close, lost in our world until the stars emerged, twinkling overhead. Suddenly, Granddad called out, “Small Point! It’s time to come inside.”
I still remember you hiding under the shed, trying to prolong those magical moments. In the beginning, there was love, and now, twenty years later, we celebrate the beautiful gift of five children.
Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant the seed
the Father-to-be
down south way out on the steading
to shape up show up and in the end
attend a shotgun wedding
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