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THE STORM

I BUTTON THE SHUTTERS HIGH AND LOW,
AS HIGH STRONG WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW. 
A NIGHT OF TERROR BEFORE MY EYES,
AS DARK GRAY CLOUDS HAVE FILLED THE SKIES 

I MAKE READY THE FIREPLACE  TO PROVIDE SOME HEAT. 
TO WARM THE HOUSE AND MY FEET. 
I TAKE TO MY CHAIR WITH AN UNCORKED BRANDY. 
MY RAINCOAT AND BOOTS STAND BY HANDY. 

LIGHTNING STRIKES AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TEN. 
A NIGHT OF HORROR HAS YET TO END. 
I READ MY NOVEL TO PASS THE NIGHT. 
THIS STORM SHOULD SUBSIDE BY MORNING LIGHT. 

POURING RAIN KNOCKS AT THE DOOR. 
A DRAFT CREEPS IN AROUND THE FLOOR. 
FULL FIERCE WINDS NOW PREVAIL 
AND BRING WITH THEM BALLS OF HAIL. 

SWIRLING WINDS RIP THE SHUTTER FREE. 
A DEADLY STORM IN PURSUIT OF ME. 
THUNDEROUS ROARS COME AND GO. 
A FULL MOON LIT WITH A STRANGE DARK GLOW. 

HOWLING WINDS RATTLE THE GLASS. 
ICE COLD RAINS WATER THE GRASS. 
AT 4 AM I POUR A BRANDY. 
I GRAB MY FLASHLIGHT I KEEP HANDY. 

I CHECK THE HOUSE FOR SUDDEN LEAKS. 
THIS WICKED STORM HAS REACHED IT'S PEAK. 
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW A NICE SURPRISE. 
ON THE HORIZON A NEW SUNRISE.

LIGHTS ARE OUT, THROUGHOUT THE TOWN.
CLEARING SKIES SEEM INBOUND. 
THIS WICKED STORM LOOKS TO PASS. 
BUT NOT BEFORE LEAVING A TREE ON MY GRASS. 

ONE MORE BRANDY I SHALL POUR. 
BEFORE I OPEN MY FRONT DOOR.
NOW THAT THE STORM HAS GONE AWAY. 
I'LL ASSESS THE DAMAGE THROUGHOUT THE DAY.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016



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Genetically Modified America

I want to be paid in Silver.
I wish to be paid in Gold.
Understand our fiat Dollars,
Are not being backed by Gold

I don't want your Vaccines.
I don't need your Meds.
I don't want the Government 
playing with our Heads.

Government claims we're  Non-Conformist.
We won't walk with You. 
Look at all the Sheeple.
They don't have a Clue. 

They prey on your Medications.
They except Government Vaccines.
All along, they don't Know,
What goes on behind the Scene.

Genetically Modified Organisms.
That means Me and You.
Spread the word to the Uninformed. 
For they don't have a Clue.

Is it really We The People?
Or, Corporations who pay to Rule.
Manipulation through the Media.
It's a Mind controlling Tool.

Printing money from thin Air.
It's really getting Old.
It's time for Corporations, 
And their Agenda to be Exsposed. 

Understand I'm just a Poet.
I'm not being Paid.
Understand, American Voters.
You are being Played.




Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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A DEMONS DEMONSTRATION OF SACRAFICE

She appeared through the darkness,
Crawled into my bed
Twisted herself right into my head.

She cast a spell
That would last all night
And dissipate with morning light.

I would tell you 
If I could
She spoke a language not understood.

I was mesmerized.
I couldn't resist.
I followed her right into a mist.

Reds and blues
Purple-ish shades.
Lit up this scene in a beautiful way.


Then she stopped.
Right at the edge.
Lifted her arms as if making a pledge

A burst of colors
Gold, yellow and white.
It would impact my vision as an incredible sight.

She started to rise,
Up off the ground,
Slowly...slowly started spinning around.

I was mesmerized.
Didn't know what to think.
In a way Ifelt I had too much to drink.

She started to glow.
And the glow just got brighter.
I had this sensation of feeling much lighter.

I could see past her beauty
For the very first time.
At the very same moment scared out of my mind.

I observed my surroundings
And then looked below
I look to be floating and appear to be gold.

All of a sudden I felt her touch
This might sound crazy 
But this was too much.

I had this sensation
A burning desire
At any moment I could burst into fire.

Incredible beauty.
Yet she terrifies me.
I must get away but don't know how to break free.

I can't run away
She's inside my head.
I know I'm asleep, asleep in my bed.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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THE CREATORS CREATION

ON A MOON LIT NIGHT  I STOOD ON THE SHORE  
LISTENING TO THE OCEANS THUNDEROUS ROAR  

VICIOUS WAVES CRASHING ON THE ROCKS  
CREATED MANY DISTURBING THOUGHTS  

UP ABOVE A GLORIOUS SIGHT  
A FULL MOON PASSING THROUGH THE NIGHT 

SURROUNDED BY BILLIONS OF TWINKLING STARS  
I HAND TO PONDER JUST WHO WE ARE  

NO LONGER COULD I HEAR THE OCEANS ROAR 
FELT I WAS STANDING BEFORE HEAVENS DOOR  

THE DARKEST BLUE THE NIGHT SKY 
CAUSED ME TO PONDER THE QUESTION WHY  

OF THE BILLIONS OF STARS THAT I COULD SEE  
I HAD TO ASK JUST WHO ARE WE 

MY LITTLE CREATURA  ON THE SHORE 
CAME THE ANSWER FROM BEYOND THE DOOR

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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MARY JANE VS ARTHRITIS

   DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS. 
   TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST. 
   HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN. 
   HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,

   I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
   I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
   FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
   SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.

   HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN, 
   FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
   HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
   QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.

   SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
   IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
   SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
   AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017



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THE PEPPERMAN AND LIVING ART

I OPENED A DOOR TO A WORLD APART.
THE SECRET WORLD OF LIVING ART.
PAINTED WITH COLOR OF DISBELIEF,
HATRED AND ANGER WITH MAGNIFICENT GRIEF.
WHERE MASS STARVATION IS A REALISTIC SCENE.
LIKE BROKEN HART AND EMPTY DREAMS.
IT'S NOT WHAT THEY EAT, IT'S WHATS EATING THEM.
DAY AFTER DAY AGAIN AND AGAIN.
WITH THE STENCH OF CORRUPTION FLOATING IN AIR
AND REPORTERS AND TOURIST EVERYWHERE.
A GALLERY OF ART OF LIVING HUMAN BEINGS.
CONTROLLED BY THE MASTERS AT THE ART OF DECEIVING.
PAVLOV'S THEORY COMES TO MIND.
CONTROLLED BY MEDS AND SUSPENDED IN TIME.
THIS IS A WORLD OF SHEEPLE NOT BEINGS.
WHERE PSYCHOPATHS RULE AND ENJOY WHAT THEY'RE SEEING.
I AM STANDING AT THE CORNER OF SHEEPLE AND MAIN.
IT'S MY UNDERSTANDING THIS WORLDS INSANE.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2018

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THE ULTIMATE ACHIEVEMENT

HE WAS AN AUGUR,
SHE WAS A SIGN,
OF HOW THINGS WOULD BE
IN A MATTER OF TIME.

WITHOUT SAYING A WORD,
SHE DREW HIS ATTENTION.
TO GODS GIVEN GIFTS
WHICH ARE OFTEN NOT MENTIONED.

PEACE AND TRANQUILITY
OR JUST A REFLECTION
OF THE SPIRITUALLY ENLIGHTENED
AS SHE FACED HIS DIRECTION.

DEEP IN THOUGHT
HE HEARD HIMSELF SAY.
HOW CAN I TOO
BECOME ONE OF THIS WAY.

UNEXPECTED RESPONSE
WAS CLEARLY PROJECTED.
YOU'RE A CREATURE OF GOD 
AND NEVER REJECTED.

OPEN YOUR MIND.
SET YOURSELF FREE.
SURROUND YOURSELF
WITH TRANQUILITY.

HE TURNED HIS HEAD,
TO LOOK AROUND.
NEVER BEFORE 
A THOUGHT SO PROFOUND.

HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH.
THAN SET IT FREE.
THE GOAL IN MIND.
PUT THE MIND AT EASE.

IT WASN'T THAT EASY.
IT WAS MORE LIKE A TEST.
TO REACH HIS GOAL.
HE WOULD GIVE IT HIS BEST.

HE THOUGHT OF THE SIGN.
HE SAW ONCE BEFORE.
HE SAT HIMSELF DOWN.
DOWN ON THE FLOOR.

HE FOCUSED ON BREATHING.
TO SLOW DOWN THE HART.
IT ALL CAME TOGETHER,
BECAUSE THIS WAS AN ART.

STILL SITTING THERE,
AFTER DAY TURNED TO NIGHT.
HE FINALLY STOOD UP
AT THE SIGN OF SUN LIGHT.

HE STOOD ON HIS FEET.
IT WAS THEN HE REALIZED.
WHAT GOES ON IN MY HEAD.
IS SEEN THROUGH YOUR EYES


Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2019

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A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM OF BASEBALL

THE PITCHER SHAKES OFF ANOTHER SIGN.
I START TO WONDER WHATS ON HIS MIND.
WITH SWEAT RUNNING OFF MY BROW,
I NEED A HIT AND I NEED IT NOW.
BASES LOADED WE'RE DOWN BY THREE.
THE GAMES OUTCOME DEPENDS ON ME.
THE CATCHER RUNS OUT TO THE PITCHERS MOUND.
THEY NEED ME TO HIT IT ON THE GROUND.
I CHECK THE DUGOUT, THEY'RE ALL ON EDGE.
THE INFIELD DEFENSE FORMS A WEDGE.
I STEP BACK IN THE BATTERS BOX.
A FAN SHOUTS OUT, IT'S TIME TO ROCK!
THE TENSION'S THICK AND STARTS TO MOUNT,
BASES LOADED WITH A 3-2 COUNT.
THE PITCHER NOD'S TO CONFIRM THE SIGN.
THEN HE GO'S INTO HIS WIND.
IT'S A FASTBALL, IT LOOKS FAT.
I MAKE CONTACT WITH MY BAT.
CENTER FIELDER STARTS RUNNING BACK.
NOW HE'S ON THE WARNING TRACK.
HE LOOKS UP, IT'S OUTA HERE.
THE CROW ERUPTS AND START TO CHEER.
ALL MY TEAM MATES SWARM HOME PLATE.
THIS IS WHAT MAKES BASEBALL GREAT.


Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017

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VOLCANO ERUPTUS

MOLTEN LAVA MILES BELOW,
MOUNTING PRESSURE READY TO BLOW. 

THE EARTH WILL SHAKE AND BEGIN TO RUMBLE.  
TREES WILL SWAY AND BEGIN TO TUMBLE.  

VOLCANIC STEAM WILL PIERCE THE SKY.  
MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLY.

THE RELAESE OF PRESSURE WILL BUILD A TOWER.  
VIEWED FROM SPACE AS A BLOSSOMING FLOWER.  

ASH AND ROCKS AND TOXIC FUMES,
CREATE A DEADLY TOXIC PLUME.

MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLOW,
FROM ATOP A MOUNTAIN, DOWN BELOW.  

DESTROYING LIFE, IN A METHODICAL WAY. 
INCHING ALONG, DAY AFTER DAY. 

VOLCANO ERUPTUS WILL TAKE ITS TOLL  
WHEN ALL THE ASHES LAND BELOW.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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TRUTH BE TOLD

YOU'RE NEUROTIC AND SO AM I. 
THE ONLY QUESTION IS THE QUESTION WHY. 
THE DICTIONARIES MEANING SEEMED PRETTY WEAK. 
I SURELY NEED MORE THAN A PEEK. 
I RESEARCHED NEUROSIS ONLY TO FIND. 
NEUROTIC STARTS INSIDE MIND. 
CARL JUNG EXPLAINS IT WELL. 
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE I CAN TELL. 
JUNG SAW NEUROSIS IN POLITICS. 
WHERE DECEIT, CORRUPTION AND LIES ARE THICK. 
POLITICIANS CAN NOT ADAPT. 
THEY CROSS THE LINE AND CAN'T COME BACK. 
HORNEY'S THEORY IN HER FINAL BOOK. 
GAVE A THOROUGH AND COMPREHENSIVE LOOK. 
A DISTORTED WAY OF SEEING THE WORLD. 
INSIDE THEIR HEAD EVERYTHING'S SWIRLED. 
COMPULSIVE DISORDER AND VERY OBSESSIVE. 
AS  TIME GOES BY IT BECOMES PROGRESSIVE. 
ANXIETY, HYSTERIA, CONTROL DISORDER. 
LIKE JUNG SAID BEYOND THE BORDER. 
IT'S ELECTION YEAR SO BE AWARE, 
OF WHAT YOU SEE AND HEAR ON AIR. 
DON'T FOLLOW THE HEARD THEY'LL LEAD YOU TO SLAUGHTER,
TELL YOU EVERY THINGS FINE AND PLEASE DRINK THE WATER.

11082016 A.K.A. TRUTH BE TOLD

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

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