My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
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I can see all the way,
from the roots to the crown.
That on every dangling branch,
A piece of my childhood is waiting
To be found.
The summit clasps my earliest memory
An euphonious sound
That echoes in my mother's voice,
"A child's imagination is a breeze, wild and unbound" .
I dreamt of pretty skies and tiny rafts
Floating on the oceans
of a vast, untamed universe,
All inside the cups of my clumsy hands.
But my dreams were short lived,
For my growth was keen.
The dreams that once were stripped open for the world to discover,
Are now buried; hidden from being even seen.
They shattered my raft,
The water turned to blood
My oars were lost, my universe a victim to their demands,
My tree is falling apart.
"Be practical! Be realistic! Grow up! ",
That's all they ever seem to say,
My spine straight, my jaw clenched,
My chin up, my mind cleansed,
My tracks weren't allowed to stray.
My dreams have long gone ashtray.
Till the end,
they carved the map for me,
But now that I'm standing under this huge decaying tree,
Is is too late for me? to finally dream to be free.
- now I can't just write ' 'kinkshamer2003' can I?
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Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness
Ebullience exudes from mine every pore
courtesy festive mood in the air,
thus acknowledgment to the following:
thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL,
Facebook, Hello Poetry, My Poetic Side
PoetryNook, Poetry Soup, PoetryVibe
Tumblr, et cetera
anonymous global friends,
Romans countrymen/women
whether spring chickens
or old roosters or hens.
A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
(case in point yours truly
linkedin with the missus)
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died,
now more appreciative than ever,
cuz younger days witnessed
peers that did elide
me accompanied with relentless
teasing, snubbing, roasting
akin tubby kindled over a fireside,
thus...solitude shadowed me
as sole silhouette guide
peopled with books
to escape and hide
from so called "real"
webbed world, yet inside
this former grievous
lad through alienation,
emasculation, and isolation no joyride
valuing myself less than a pawn on
chessboard of life
envying extrovert as kingside
station depriving, insulating, and
ostracizing yours truly belied
to Matthew Scott Harris
marginally functioning, and denied
him camaraderie, dating, enjoying
female friendships due
to lack of confidence and pride
and at the cusp of
pubescence...a slow descending ride
(while donning a foghat)
into the hungry (anorexic)
maws of suicide,
which ideations hammer psyche,
analogous to ego getting piston
now aghast how I tried
(without success)
to disappear sundering
mine complex edifice
into the wide
abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure
those electronic connections,
perhaps...totally no more'n four score
(and seven years ago)
all told of unbeknown village people
comprising worthy chums,
sans human league roar
ring (okay pardon the hyperbole),
but letting this foo fighter explore
a greater range of interpersonal
(no matter virtual), but each
unnamed cyber buddy worth more
than simple rhyming galore
words express, some
or all those who sprung
from Earth, wind and fire,
viz cosmic toreador
this poet would their
physical presence adore,
who realizes genuine experienced love
second best option
loneliness I abhor,
nevertheless wistfulness
to communicate
thru the Internet...
finds me writing bonjour,
to random readers
familiar with literary nuances
of yours truly
within whose integrated circuits
central processing unit core
reasonable rhymes coalesce
as trademark décor
lapsing words to explore
his existential crisis
enduring seventeen years
subtracted from fourscore
orbitz athwart planet earth
in the balance as informed
Former Vice President
of the United States Albert Gore
his 1992 tree tease
at that time hardcore
revelations now Greta Thunberg
makes absolutely eloquently sure
Homo sapiens do not ignore.
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