Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959
Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
extravagant opportunities
wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e. grey
matter sponging up - less doable from me
the biological father, who validates
your doting, helping, kickstarting,
et cetera I clamor to see!
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Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959
I shake my shaggy hirsute hair
in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow
begat thine conception,
when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa
begat their second offspring and only son,
what now seems to be a stepped-up pace,
where father time
doth affix another candle to blow
where the passage of life now measured
in swiftly tailored decades
denoting another birthday,
when in the blink of an eye,
I vividly recall crow
wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy
leisurely playing monopoly
for make-believe dough...
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nothing ranks as the greatest gift
since being a father twenty-one years ago
then bearing witness to grow
increasing autonomy
of my two precious daughters
whereby each will become master
of their domain, and meet a loving beau
(actually thy eldest dates
a delightful young man
from Puerto Re Coe),
whom intuition discerns would be
a near perfect match –
and this papa intuits dough
nuts to dollars – that such an
em man hint gentle, humble,
intelligent lad – doth hoe
pa fully become the future groom
of said firstborn, (which outcome I know
wing couched in a couple of poems
sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo'
and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish),
where love doth most obviously abound mo'
then prevailed between myself and bride o'
mine these last deuce score
plus (21+) years, but now this Poe
whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she,
whose chose thyself as a lifetime
groom cuz peaceful status quo
avoiding animosity –
as thyself and spouse gently row
merrily...merrily...merrily
our once quite rickety craft
which oft times in the past needed a tow
off the craggy shoals of constant woe.
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Bravo ?
Happy Birthday Matthew :)
I know, I'm late on sending you birthday wishes.
relinquishing emotional fixation toward material trappings - the primary aggravation, fulmination, and lamentation directed 2009 Hyundai Sonata without driveability... I cannot go anywhere.
manufacturers proceed
boring, drilling, and frack ting full steam ahead
whereat consumers erupt with a collective yippee
gold and silver upholds true value capitalist money tree
thrown down upon the gauntlet altar of Midas,
treasured as current legal tender
while humanity trawls the cyber sea
countless denominations
cashiered their legal tender to grant
Rich Chez, who straddles diamond compound
billed as sacred seek kant
tickles with dollar signs motley crue rant
scrambling towards drawbridge gate with scant
seconds to spare pedestrians malingering hungry thirst
for wealth of nations to satiate
inexorable appetite for wanton money to amass
fuels reverence for all that glitters even brass
whence madding crowd behaviour cruel and crass
deplorable if perceived from one way looking glass
foolhardiness ap paul ling capitalists revere
what beast called money, lucre, green back
can buy - sweeping frenzied madding crowd - no lack
of feverish fealty toward scent of money stuffed in bulging pack
plus furiously jam ming cash into many a burlap sack
across world wide web scarring globe on fast track
toward accumulating
high excess lavish lifestyle
and parade with pomp and circumstances while
ninety nine percent of less wealthy
live hand to mouth
envying those billeted
behind sealed mansions east, west, north and south
except this dollar less chap,
who could not give a rat’s tush
for the ka-ching melodic sound
twenty four seven that does swoosh
in burlap sack clothes and bank accounts
dis scribe preferring to slog and push
along the boulevard of broken dreams
that resembles nothing but mush
yet preference prevails forego wing attachment
to government sanctioned loot
freeing mind and body trying
to cherish voluntary simplicity which does suit
this quest for knowledge seeking writer,
who disparages against his horn to toot
nor imposing personal philosophy
gives reason exuberantly to exhale
versus vacuity and purposelessness
sans blind faith toward holy grail
goading most people to persevere
for millions of bucks over hill and dale
despite owning next to nothing, hence going for broke
yet detaching psychological bond that doth choke
ability to experience unfettered psyche of many folk
finding me to steer clear of the melee, this haint no joke
a frayed of getting trampled thence scrambling up an oak
tree listening from topmost limb
gabbling while on all fours like a pig in a poke
the crowdsource mania akin
to an unstoppable feedback loop self stoke
king fiery half crazed mob
likened to an oxen with iron bound yoke!