matthew-scott-harris2p
66/M/schwenksville, penna
lxvi roe man years ago, this average chap exited kraal. me once quaint space - utero - waz yielded against choice entity. gestation invoked mother outsource son. understanding why yielded automatic crying eventually giving insight, maturation of soul.
the closest my upbringing
approaches to an organized religion)
remembers dribs and drabs hearing Yiddish
courtesy my Mamale / Mamaleh,
a smattering spoken
to Yiddish, פאָטע
(Foter/Futer) father of mine
in his boyhood home,
(long since demolished),
whose late mother of mine
also prepared Jewish entrées
such as Kasha Varnishkes
(such as the Yiddish name for the dish
combining kasha (buckwheat groats)
and noodles) kugel,
and Kneidlach, matzah ball
then formerly located at 324 Level Road,
now stashed away in memory banks,
where McMansions populate
the half dozen plus acres
along a cul de sac called Stella's Way.
Even though Judaism,
(perhaps even orthodox sects -
Sephardim come to mind -
registered as a significant element
on the periodic table, albeit kosher),
nevertheless a healthy dose of skepticism
permeates every cell
that constitutes my body electric
and after querying Google, I sat
stunned and open mouthed i.e.
slack jawed to discover
the following tidbit
whereat, the average
adult male estimated
to have approximately 36 trillion cells,
which estimate based
on a representative adult male
weighing about 70 kilograms
(approximately 154 lbs)
and does not specify
a precise number
for a 67-year-old or
for a particular race,
as the variation due to age
in this range and race
likely less significant
than that due to overall body size.
Legacy of mine ancestry
ever so imperceptibly ruptured,
(albeit not deliberately),
and perhaps linkedin
to progressive ideologies
at the time that challenged
rock-ribbed doctrine,
whereby each successive generation
experienced existential nihilism
as once charismatic, dogmatic,
and enigmatic all knowing
Jewish scholars or teachers,
especially one who studied
or taught Jewish law,
could not convince a doubting thomas,
or two, or three, or four...
unwittingly irrefutable faith
got chipped away
by then what got hashtagged
as revolutionary heresy,
and thought provoking
political philosophies
got branded as poppycock
rode roughshod
over long held
and revered doctrinal principles.
Though sacrilegious to declare
Judeo/Christian biblical tracts as fiction
interspersed with kernels of fact,
those very nuggets
of true personalities
and factual events
***** the amateur historian within me
and sustain an abiding and everlasting
driving passion to become familiarized
with the impact of such
real flesh and blood individuals
credited with authoring treatises
upon humanity
and unleashing flashpoints
of significant events
within the annals of civilization.
Best to indoctrinate
an impressionable
young and restless mind
(during early years),
when beliefs more readily accepted
as gospel truth,
and get soaked up
like a metaphorical
(bobbing) sponge
squarely affixed
to pants of a conservative paradigm
versus the less likely adoption
of established purportedly sacred tenets
questioned with more assiduity
within the mindset
of an older person
less likely to swallow
hook, line and sinker
the tomes of storied
man/woman kind.
When steeped in lives
of the saints and sinners
when just an itty bitty
boy or girl
the threat being ostracized
from family and community
influences one to maintain
an abiding unquestioned faith
even at the expense
of suppressing tamping down
or being sternly rebuked
exhibiting recalcitrance
if inadequately answered questions
abound within the inquisitive
ever curious lad or lass,
who will be told
(to shut up or ship out)
if continuing to pepper
the well salted church fathers
and/or mothers,
who also learned
to keep their trap zipped,
and perhaps opt
to remain linkedin
to brother and sisterhood
of authoritarian order
til death do them part.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:14 AM UTC
A couple of reputable programs
such as I have been pwned and MacKeeper
brought to my attention
a worse fate
than meeting the grim reaper.
Yes folks, yours truly
would sooner face
a premature (scythe leant) demise
than experience the utterly
deplorable basket case -
worse than jumping out of a high-rise
been there done that regarding
the above two outright bald faced lies,
which fabrication might earn me
one or more sympathy
(than for the devil, who wears Prada)
responses that unfairly patronize
me and force me to witness
another tequila sunrise
though I do admit
to being witty and wise.
All joking aside
invariably someone somewhere
(over the rainbow) will chide
supertramp with words
as his cheap trick falls flat
where none the poorer
(or sixpence none the richer)
will be edified
and let their conscience guide
***** him/her, his/hers -
you get the idea for me
trying my darnedest
to be gender affirming though inside
an over sensitive reader keen-eyed
will not take ribbing so lightly,
and hence consider comeuppance
(reed getting digitally
hacked to death)
of mine fate being well deserved,
yet nevertheless, honest to dog
I feel mortified
that some computer wise acre
will get his/her jollies
forcing computer data and documents
(crafted mind you courtesy
the sweat of my brow) inaccessible,
when maybe years, decades, centuries
some future archeologist
will find yours truly ossified
(and perhaps inadvertently
revered as a deva),
whether life lived
as a scoundrel and scofflaw
might undermine me being qualified
and judged by the ultimate umpire
viz god and/or goddess
of English language
will give poor old man Harris
the benefit of the doubt
(fire me if necessary)
analogously and vicariously
like when a batter
hits a homer letting
four ball players slide into home plate
or more so experiencing that rush
(Tom Sawyer) felt undenied
when he kissed
Becky Thatcher wide
across her mouth.
All thee above meandering pablum
that emanated, germinated
and got jump/kick started
when some ******* cybercriminal,
black hat, script kiddie, intruder,
phisher, and cyberpunk
for malicious actors didst buzzfeed
(and gushed out like Old Faithful)
from this creaky and cheeky
imponderable fount of wit
and wisdom might possibly
qualify him for twit
of the year, decade, century,
et cetera award courtesy
Monty Python
and the Flying Circus didst permit
myself as the exception
to the rule that an all American
with high brows he doth knit
after one or more unscrupulous
malcontent cyber sleuth(s) who emit
braggadocio finally scored
the equivalent of a touchdown
or any other way
sports mavens score
at the expense
"never give a sucker
an even break"
and if necessary take a byte
as some l' hors-d'œuvre,
which doth the palate delight
meanwhile my imagination
didst take flight
way beyond atmospheric height
into the realm of the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
la de da found uber poet
scrambling like Charlie Brown
who lost his kite
to a kite eating tree
(a fictional, malevolent tree
from the Peanuts comic strip,
famous for perpetually devouring
Charlie Brown's kites,
symbolizing persistent,
indifferent obstacles or fate
that thwart simple aspirations)
representing an ordinary
character from humanity
who suffers martyr of fact
one after another
regarding undeserved plight
whose data breaches
find me suspended and uptight
as if hoisted by my own petard,
which means to be harmed or defeated
by your own scheme, trap,
or device meant to harm someone else,
essentially becoming
a victim of your own plot,
when years gone
by cavalierly cruising
and beating figurative wings
thru cyberspace at the speed of sound.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
Fit for an uber hearty monarch
(analogous to butterflies in his stomach)
that did shutterfly to give him a lyft
as a once upon a time
young boy king,
when he lend leased
his body electric, which did twitter
got charged up to the tasty morsel
dolled up courtesy,
one his favorite scullery maids,
who allowed, enabled and provided
culinary indulgence to buzzfeed
and breastfeed the wild beast,
not only courtesy
exquisite cuisine to boot,
(but also an insatiable lubricious lust
to devour fecund young lass)
as the appetite for consumption
within a royal supper
fit for expanding pregnant girths
nine months later regarding gravid
state of umpteenth mistress,
who experienced more
then her fair share of indigestion
after he over indulged courtesy feast
comprised last hearty supper
this fourth of January 154_,
and (prepared to bed
one of his favorite scullery maids)
for future love's labour's lost
making for a Leary king
as yours truly being
recounts espying linkedin
as a figurative fly on the wall,
and envisioned envying
corporeal presence of him
not a ghost of a chance
he Henry the VI_
could/would suspect,
an insect able, eager,
ready and willing to detect
videlicet his seminal
charity, familiarity, insularity,
linearity, oviparity me
and Musca domestica
regularity of lurching, flying,
buzz feeding as pestiferous unpopularity
towards us winged dung deeded insects
similar to repulsion
from general population of subjects
as royal highness unwittingly
reviled by the madding crowd,
who thankfully passed away
in fifteen forty blank,
which spelled demise
suspected from combination
of ***** failure (kidney and liver)
due to his extreme obesity
not helped by over indulging
in Vindaloo, topped with rice, peas
and black beans, plus rich, tangy,
spicy curry sauce
made from a paste of vinegar,
garlic, ginger, and a blend of spices
like chili, cumin, coriander,
mustard, cloves, cardamom,
cinnamon, often with onions,
tomato paste, and sometimes
coconut milk or tamarind,
that coats the main protein
like pork, chicken, or lamb
as the main entrée
topped off courtesy
decadent high caloric food delicious,
yet deleterious diabetic dues to pay for
and dying to be eaten
(by his despised highness)
of the following treats -
sweet Indian desserts,
known as mithai,
which come in countless varieties,
but popular examples
include Gulab Jamun
(syrup-soaked fried dough *****
Jalebi (crispy, syrup-filled spirals),
Kaju Katli (diamond-
shaped cashew fudge),
and Laddu (sweet *****
made from chickpea flour
or other ingredients) and
other favorites such as Barfi
(fudge-like milk sweet),
Sandesh (chhena-based),
and Kheer (rice pudding).
weighed heavily on lovely bones
contributed to bonafide dynastic fatality
that good and plenty spread
plus complications
from chronic leg ulcers
from a jousting injury,
rather than syphilis as once rumored,
though the exact cause remains debated,
but final decline linkedin
to coefficient (cove fish int)
of comeuppance videlicet
corrupted flesh involved
obscene gluttonous poor king out
causing severe illness, including
inability to speak,
likely related to uremia (kidney failure)
decreeing petering out
of good riddance The Tudor dynasty
beginning with his grandfather,
Henry VII, after his victory
at the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485,
which ended the Wars of the Roses,
nevertheless, the dynasty
ruled England until the death
of Henry VIII's daughter,
Elizabeth I, in 1603
stopping in their tracks
once inviolable bastardized
genetic data breaches.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
(Which in Italian cooking) small dumplings
made from potato, semolina, or flour,
usually served with a sauce
which chewy consistency
glommed in a huge bunch
after the wife microwaved them
yesterday with noodles,
and generally speaking and/or writing,
whenever introduced to novel food(s),
for the first time,
the hung jury and
imaginary verdict out to lunch
my nose and
****** muscles yours truly
he did not scrunch.
Upon being served
while sitting atop my throne
also known as
the Lazy-boy easy chair
sometimes finding me asleep
reclined in a supine position
(since the spouse
stays up until early morning
binging on above named station
i.e. Tubi, where producers
include internal teams
and external creators,
with prominent names
like Dennis Reed II,
Christopher Stokes,
and Marques Houston
known for popular original films,
while the platform also supports
emerging talent through initiatives
like Stubios, offering resources
and mentorship from Issa Rae
and ColorCreative
for aspiring filmmakers
to create diverse content
for the ad-supported streaming service).
After jogging my mind what to write
actually both of us (yours truly
and the missus agree to unite
and watch a program,
but most times, I opt for Netflix
paid for thru Verizon Fios
since we do not pay
for television service
way to many commercial
thus viewing enlightening
material a pleasant sight
for these sore eyes of mine - quite
afflicted with burning/
stinging sensation of lately outright
problematic, when trying to read
(even a book with large print),
but usually yours truly
able, eager, ready
and willing to hit the sack
just when the bewitching hour
tolls twelve o'clock midnight
ever since my sexcapades a tarnished knight
in shining armor owning
onus of negligence and greater insight,
which dalliances nearly
wrecked our marriage
whereby concerning Ms. GeeGee
the second mistress
and a woman of color,
I did consort with
and holding her body
close to mine and wishing her goodnight
unaware what awaited me
at 724 Railroad Avenue,
whereby the spouse ready
to explode like dynamite
and (despite being
dependent on me monetarily)
would call up the spirit
of Sylvia Zison to expedite
divorce, though neither of us
financially solvent enough
whereas I strongly considered
from ****** and marital transgression
to join the order of the Carmelite,
which Catholic religious community
traces roots to Old Testament prophets,
focused on a life of prayer, service,
and union with God,
under the patronage of Mary,
and includes friars (active ministry),
cloistered nuns (contemplative prayer),
and lay members (Secular Carmelites),
all committed to vows
of poverty, chastity, and obedience,
symbolized by wearing the brown scapular
linkedin to spirituality that emphasizes
following Jesus, imitating Mary,
and seeking God's presence
through deep prayer
and a communal life
regularly serving gnocchi
without the gummy pasty taste
to satiate the appetite
and packed my bags
the nasty, short and brutish
tongue that ever did wag against me
his most gracious lase-majesté
seeking redemption
courtesy the holy savior,
no matter for the better part
of my seven and sixty years,
I happened to be a “skeptic
in the eyes of an angry god."
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
(Which in Italian cooking) small dumplings
made from potato, semolina, or flour,
usually served with a sauce
which chewy consistency
glommed in a huge bunch
after the wife microwaved them
yesterday with noodles,
and generally speaking and/or writing,
whenever introduced to novel food(s),
for the first time,
the hung jury and
imaginary verdict out to lunch
my nose and
****** muscles yours truly
he did not scrunch.
Upon being served
while sitting atop my throne
also known as
the Lazy-boy easy chair
sometimes finding me asleep
reclined in a supine position
(since the spouse
stays up until early morning
binging on above named station
i.e. Tubi, where producers
include internal teams
and external creators,
with prominent names
like Dennis Reed II,
Christopher Stokes,
and Marques Houston
known for popular original films,
while the platform also supports
emerging talent through initiatives
like Stubios, offering resources
and mentorship from Issa Rae
and ColorCreative
for aspiring filmmakers
to create diverse content
for the ad-supported streaming service).
After jogging my mind what to write
actually both of us (yours truly
and the missus agree to unite
and watch a program,
but most times, I opt for Netflix
paid for thru Verizon Fios
since we do not pay
for television service
way to many commercial
thus viewing enlightening
material a pleasant sight
for these sore eyes of mine - quite
afflicted with burning/
stinging sensation of lately outright
problematic, when trying to read
(even a book with large print),
but usually yours truly
able, eager, ready
and willing to hit the sack
just when the bewitching hour
tolls twelve o'clock midnight
ever since my sexcapades a tarnished knight
in shining armor owning
onus of negligence and greater insight,
which dalliances nearly
wrecked our marriage
whereby concerning Ms. GeeGee
the second mistress
and a woman of color,
I did consort with
and holding her body
close to mine and wishing her goodnight
unaware what awaited me
at 724 Railroad Avenue,
whereby the spouse ready
to explode like dynamite
and (despite being
dependent on me monetarily)
would call up the spirit
of Sylvia Zison to expedite
divorce, though neither of us
financially solvent enough
whereas I strongly considered
from ****** and marital transgression
to join the order of the Carmelite,
which Catholic religious community
traces roots to Old Testament prophets,
focused on a life of prayer, service,
and union with God,
under the patronage of Mary,
and includes friars (active ministry),
cloistered nuns (contemplative prayer),
and lay members (Secular Carmelites),
all committed to vows
of poverty, chastity, and obedience,
symbolized by wearing the brown scapular
linkedin to spirituality that emphasizes
following Jesus, imitating Mary,
and seeking God's presence
through deep prayer
and a communal life
regularly serving gnocchi
without the gummy pasty taste
to satiate the appetite
and packed my bags
the nasty, short and brutish
tongue that ever did wag against me
his most gracious lase-majesté
seeking redemption
courtesy the holy savior,
no matter for the better part
of my seven and sixty years,
I happened to be a “skeptic
in the eyes of an angry god."
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
to the x power with each passing year
yours truly bobbing in the time stream
impossible mission to escape any weir
the current speeds up at breakneck tear
I beseech thee almighty with my prayer
where blink of eye feels akin to kiloyear
no doubt artificial intelligence will find
a machine to stop and reverse engineer
the linear misnomer cause measuring
passage of seconds, minutes, hours, etc
a manmade construct but simultaneous
phenomena in the realm of black magic.
I, an uncritical, optimistical, judgmatical, farcical,
comical, and apolitical earthling) defy convention.
Roman C Sir Synopsis
of one garden variety,
generic, humble, intelligent,
jesting, kind, liberal minded
nonsmoking, opportunistic,
poetic, quirky, rational, smart,
thoughtful, unpretentious, vocal,
witty zoological specimen
classified as **** sapiens
sneaks another message
while the missus listens
to Carl *** courtesy SiriusXM
on Alexa Echo.
Gravid with child, that would be me
mother dearest high-tailed
to pre-arranged bedded outpost.
Upon admission to the maternity ward
at Christ Hospital located in Cincinnati, Ohio,
the quickened labor pains designating
my debut occurred just in the nick of time.
Obstetricians donned medical accoutrements
and, staked out various strategic read outs
within birthing center. Just as the team members
situated themselves (analogous to baseball players
placed at critical coordinates on the turf),
these medical practitioners arrayed themselves
to cover ground zero. Contingency measures
overlooked for my faux flying Wallenda
stellar exit out the birth canal into postal bin
for new mothers marked with words,
“you got male” setting a first for record books.
Unbeknownst to very
short lived carefree being
neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws
would spell disaster
spanning scores of years
majority of existence (mine)
participation buzz feeding, livingsocial
shuttered within inaccessible dungeon
surrounded by deepest known moat,
within which flourished fearsome beasts
turned rogue, and conspired
assassination (not yet successful),
whereby one poker face
(born that way)
wretched soul condemned
to psychological abomination
forbidden to terminate
said despicable mortality,
thus suffers life sentence of
yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.
While self-sequestered,
I am not alone realizing
how quickly tempus fugit
since coming into
the webbed, wide whirled web
(measured courtesy as chronological
number of birthdays elapses
at an ever quicker pace)
silently delineating each
subsequent birth of mine,
(spoiler alert and major
handy dandy blues clues
to absolve you dear reader
to rattle any precious brain cells,
and compute umpteenth
anniversary of yours truly
atop this oblate spheroid
given the fact that the late Harriet Harris
bore witness to her third offspring -
where a baby sister
didst gestate and complete
to round out the Harris family
1,008 days after January thirteenth
nineteen fifty and nine)
after the writer of these words,
and rider in the postnatal storms
got ponied up and began existence
with his braying horse and life
saddled with congenital mutations,
(thru the vantage point of 20/20 hindsight,
and a strong hunch backed of mine
while within me mama's ******
when she went - i.e. feigned
going abroad to Notre Dame),
yours truly, an innocent babe
in the figurative woods
got genetically hashtagged in retrospect
with mental health issues galore,
whereby he weathered a plethora
flush with lifelong emotional duress,
which manifestations of mailer daemons
(regarding entities like tempests got uncorked
from figurative teapot)
made their dramatic debut
around the twelfth night
of his ***** deeds
done dirt cheap drama deployed
when said diploid came full term
and exited the birth canal -
as if being shot out of a cannon
and reached adolescence,
when accursed biblical prophecy
"millstone around your neck"
manifested after the milestone
marking baker's dozen
elliptical circuits completed
inexplicably shocked his body electric
whereat existential nihilism burst forth
as if from an emotional cancer
announcing anorexia nervosa
as debacle numero uno,
and attributes being a survivor
of emotionally troublesome journey
after metamorphosis into boy interrupted,
when adolescence jump/kick started
and got him linkedin
to extortion demanded courtesy grim reaper
and pitted against love's labour's lost
where personification of death
with scythe leant indelible mark
upon fragile psyche
ready to crumble analogous
into a sorrowful Uriah Heep
besotted lovely bones of mine,
wherein within figurative
blink of myopic eyes,
wrought tragicomic spectacle
when lo – mein shine ease
rocketed by George
into the outer limits
where the survival of fittest
granted being a centenarian,
(within thirty seven
more planetary orbitz -
another handy dandy blues clue)
will present his shamefaced self
to the webbed wide world
hobbling along and raising meshuga cane.
So much more energy gets utilized, (no choice, but forced to except senescence) just to complete and carry out ordinary tasks, that frequent naps make necessary to attend basic functions mostly management of household domestic chores (that living in a one bedroom apartment – hoarders buried would envy) carry out secular endeavors such as...scaling mountains of soiled laundry, evading a swarm of fruit flies, dodging a landmine of tripping hazards and protecting me from weapons of mass destruction – food that turned into rocks hurled courtesy the wife.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
Hester Prynne silently bore punishment
decreed courtesy strict
Puritan magistrates
and town fathers of Boston
that Hester Prynne
must wear the scarlet letter "A"
prominently displayed
on the breast of her gown,
specifically over her heart
for adultery and begetting
a child out of wedlock
in 17th-century
Puritan Massachusetts setting,
decreed she must be required
to wear symbol of shame
on her clothing,
upon her ***** and psyche
did said capital offense pinch
which she famously
embroidered with gold thread,
yet methinks the father of the child
got off scott free,
and maybe twas perhaps
upon his **********
and aggressive insistence
similar to the forced
non consensual ***********
that begat nine months later,
our second of two daughters,
cuz yours truly started
to pout like the grinch
if ****** overtures snubbed by spouse
and doth automatically flinch,
not only aversion and animus toward self
for being so pushy and squishy with *****
nevertheless when the wife musses
with my longish and wavy hair,
when she playfully doth cinch
into a ponytail these
silvered brown shy locks
(streaked with gray),
which habitual retraction away
from hand(s) of spouse,
when she doth fiddle
and jig with me hair,
(finding me fretfully bowed over),
or if spouse lightly drums atop me noggin
(giving me a knick knack paddywhack..)
which harmless antics
analogous to a hair trigger
harkens back to mine earlier days of yore
rather foremost behavioral trait
throughout mein kampf
when I vividly remember,
father of mine ofttimes
made spontaneous but futile attempts
to reach out and touch yours truly,
not in any threatening manner,
but merely to express
non verbal affection
for his singular son,
who lapsed into boyhood interrupted
on the cusp of adolescence,
and in fact off told
and recounted by either parent,
clear as that Tuesday January thirteenth
nineteen hundred and fifty nine
day he got born free and clear
when their second of three progeny
and only male offspring
(scores of decades ago)
that nobody but mommy
could mollycoddle me
whereat yours suckled at the breast
particularly during my infancy.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
just because yours truly
(ist ed - the writer of these words)
fell for the chic clickbait,
complementing outright treachery
with such promising perks
vis a vis vague parries and thrusts
against my ***** footing relinquishing
any salient details about their sham enterprise
except attesting boatloads
of money will be mine
with any number of dollar signs
awaited my acquisition after sharing
my sensitive information
such as Citizens debit cards
and/or social security number,
name, rank and serial number, et cetera
nothing but hollow
Potemkin village spoils galore,
“sure we will include Macbook Pro”
never maxing out of memory
with room for countless megabytes galore
enroute to apartment b44
videlicet their ambuscading,
cheerleading, degrading,
gasconading, goading, masquerading,
persuading, promenading, railroading
rodomontading, serenading,
and spearheading truculence
as mock apple pie,
where malicious merchants and/or vendors
cajoled, harangued, intimidated,
manipulated, and threatened me
with arrest, I kid you not
virtually robbed me of dignity,
while I innocently ambled along
on the information superhighway,
purposely driven off course
with intent to impinge
on my anemic finances
severely leveraging, levering, and leveling
(think wrecking ball)
glaring heinous inconsistencies,
against gifting me,
a veritable stranger with such largesse
and odiously loving
obvious chagrin at my expense,
and got taken as a dummkopf
to the cleaners and
wrung out to dry big time,
while a tempest in a teapot brewed
witnessed sans jagged bolts of lightning
and ear-splitting deafening thunder
all the while fleecing,
shilling, stripping me
of cents and sensibility,
whereby the doubtful thomas
within these lovely bones
got his ejaculations
of suspicion and fraud verbally bulldozed
courtesy those nasty,
brutish and short tempered culprits
contending with absolute zero verity
my intuition, which screamed
incredulous, ludicrous, monstrous,
preposterous, ridiculous
shooting down meek ripostes
and quips of mine rebuffing such
intimations of intuited credibility
(though pride and prejudice
forbade me to post a gofundme page)
yanking pulling the wool over my eyes
with seconds to spare,
the predatory virtual villains
also cleaned my clock,
which finds me ticked off,
hence the reason
for this pseudo poetic rhyme
invariably gently imploring,
pleading, and beseeching
for an altruistic benefactor,
(or a sugar auntie,
daughter, momma, et cetera),
who shucks off guise
of a dolled up indigo girl,
and she (a barenaked lady)
comes charging at breakneck
reo speedwagon velocity on a (pure
as the driven snow) golden sled
propelled courtesy the hoofs-
property of a white steed
giving of an aura, charisma,
and an enigma
variations (on a theme
of Paganini) of enticement
buttering me up with the promise
of entering heaven's gate
into a veritable land
called Shangri La,
where all the women possess strength,
the men handsome,
and children above average
cause they originally emigrated
from Lake Wobegon, Minnesota
peddling (from village to village)
powder milk biscuits,
which purportedly gives shy people
empowerment to stave off
even the most badass cyber crook
selling the Brooklyn Bridge
for the umpteenth time
and believe me you,
chicanery, gamesmanship and legerdemain
nothing but preliminary deceit up their sleeve,
and loathe being outfoxed,
when their intended agenda
included getting elusive subject
triangulated square in the cross hairs
where thyself as intended direct object
got preyed upon time and again
until vile threats hurled
without success learning costly lesson
basically more aware now
that most person's experience cyber crime
and while all ages face risks,
the elderly (60+)
suffer the most financial losses
and report the most crimes,
but children, youth
(teens/young adults),
and those with lower digital literacy
or facing real-world discrimination
(like minorities, immigrants,
LGBT individuals)
also highly vulnerable,
targeted for different reasons
like financial scams (seniors – like me),
sextortion/grooming (youth),
or harassment (minorities),
wise to the ways that elderly
analogous to being like putty
in the hands cyber criminals
exploiting specific vulnerabilities
like trust, lack of experience,
or social isolation across demographics,
and online stalkers employ
ever more sophisticated strategies
to blindside, deceive, facilitate,
hoodwink, jinx, lambaste,
and rack up one after another
hesitant and reluctant man, woman or child.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
(a very rare meteorological phenomena)
shaped like a huge double flamed chalice,
and often mistaken for Youtube in the sky,
and understandably easily confused
with Lucy in the sky with diamonds)...
reined a mighty
blizzard like tempest in record time,
where snowflakes formed
in the atmosphere within
a specific layer of cold,
humid air known
as the Dendritic Growth Zone (DGZ),
a "sweet spot" a few thousand feet
up where temperatures hovered
around 10-20°F (-12 to -6°C),
allowing water vapor
to freeze directly onto dust particles,
creating those classic branching shapes
burying the entire
Thomas Paine Fellowship
practically reaching the roof
faster than one can say
"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod"
(where the ordinarily
non-denominational congregation)
post maturely **********
in unison "Oh my God"
just as the services commenced
affecting the entire geographical area
of southeastern Montgomery county
December twenty eighth
two thousand and twenty five
unexpectedly immediately forced
extemporaneous modification
of the figurative playbook,
thus the attendants
while stranded they huddled en-mass
(no pun intended)
without electricity,
nor lights, camera and action
meaning no coffee
"Tough beans" as the saying goes
can mean literal dried beans
that won't soften
due to age or storage,
or it can refer
to the colloquial phrase
"tough beans," meaning "too bad"
or expressing disappointment,
akin to "tough luck,"
often used with a slightly dismissive tone.
The literal tough beans
happen because cell walls
harden, preventing water absorption,
while the idiom uses "tough"
in its sense of difficult or unfortunate
caffeine ****** and addict.
Needless to write
imagine dragons or other mythical beasts
like wyvern, hydra, basilisk,
drake, and serpent,
alongside broader terms
like monster, leviathan,
or winged serpent,
often depending on specific lore
(two-legged wyvern
versus four-legged dragon),
including more archaic terms
such as worm, wyrm, or Draco
since search and rescue missions
could not arrive in a timely manner
thus emergency help
in short supply and high demand
and thus fire expelling monsters
(who actually debunked their reputation
as mean scaly foo fighting
beastie boys and goo goo dolls)
offered the last best hope,
could name their price
demanding at least one
cold and frightened
healthy as an ox troglodyte
ideally the fairest maiden form
to be whisked off
to never never land
dolled up as the prettiest prehistoric creature
as more than a fair exchange
worth more then fine spun gold,
a generous offer quite
if the trapped Unitarians expected
to be rescued courtesy coterie
which liquidation of towering snow drifts
extended into the eve of New Year's night
and that character easily mistaken
as a pawn whose horse knew no name
in reality happened to be me
a tarnished knight
named Armand Hammer (1898-1990) a flamboyant American industrialist, art collector, and philanthropist, famous for transforming Occidental Petroleum (Oxy) into a global giant after acquiring it in the 1950s and for his deep, decades-long business ties with the Soviet Union, starting with Lenin's approval for pencil manufacturing. A trained physician with a flair for drama, Hammer built a vast art collection, supported cancer research, fostered East-West trade, and became a paradoxical figure known for his extravagant lifestyle and controversial dealings, including a pardon for illegal campaign contributions, and took philanthropy and altruism to a new height.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
without being at the mercy
of an analog, or digital timepiece...
impossible mission would prevail
to differentiate the precise
hour, day, week, year, et cetera
which thought exercise
came to yours truly id est me
while comfortably seated on an office chair
typing on the Macbook Pro
realizing within in a few minutes
within approximately fifty hours
(at the commencement of this poem)
auld lang syne in-sync
with fireworks will signal
two thousand and twenty six
with a bitta bing bitta bang
whereat complete strangers will kiss
while church bells will clang
ushering in a plethora
of the usual resolutions
such as peace on earth and goodwill
(while gunshots will ring out
and slay innocent bystanders)
towards all men, women and children
also promises to pledge an allegiance
concerning all flora and fauna,
a worthwhile proclamation
housing all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful
adding various and sundry diversity,
where human population explosion
(particularly within patriarchal countries)
threatens countless plant and animal species
and a healthy dose of skepticism permeates
the nooks and crannies
within the noggin
of yours truly id est - me
foresees the demise
of endangered life on oblate spheroid
courtesy the reckless
proliferation of **** sapiens
(particularly within so called
third world countries),
who hypocritically take measures
to spay and neuter
routine surgeries that sterilize pets,
preventing reproduction
while offering significant
health and behavioral benefits;
spaying removes a female's reproductive organs
(uterus/ovaries), while neutering
(or castration) removes a male's testicles,
both commonly called "fixing"
to control pet overpopulation
and reduce risks
of cancers and roaming,
yet flagrantly disallow abortion,
(unless ways and means
exists to travel
out of a red state
and into a blue one),
only to encounter strange encounters
of the third kind tricked out
as extreme pro life contingents
trumpeting that seminal
potential precious progeny
even at the haploid unicellular stage
sacrificed, or more criminal
yet should a pregnancy
be terminated – heaven forfend)
resort to violence at abortion clinics,
and even suppress
no matter *** life
of mine rather humdrum,
or reverse pro choice measures
and even though a celibate
heterosexual married sexagenarian,
(whose libido took a kamikaze nose dive)
most likely linkedin
to adverse side effects
of one or more
of the nine medications
taken to ameliorate
the bane of mental health issues
such as anxiety
(debilitating panic attacks
decades gone by
upended many academic
and employment pursuits),
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder,
and palmar hyperhidrosis),
which excessive sweating of palms I hate,
(especially when participating
in contra dancing and joining
wet as dish rag hands of mine
undermined any favorable impression
yours truly – me
sought to establish
towards an attractive female)
instantaneously nipped in the bud,
nevertheless back in the day
when wild oats of mine got sown,
I could not conceive
donning prophylactics
(even though the access
to contraceptives accessible –
unlike present imposition
and outright attempts
for some congress people
(mostly Republican men)
to banish birth control outright
begets notion within my noggin
to envision living alone
in the wilderness
(excluding the wife –
well past child bearing age)
(without being bogged down
into the figurative
muck and mire
of the ticking mister clock -
an artificial construct
measuring tempus fugit)
and discover that lo and behold
our circadian rhythms become synchronized,
which yes due to shared social cues,
daily routines (meals, work),
and emotional closeness,
with couples often show
significant sleep synchrony,
influenced by light,
but also non-visual signals
like shared habits and proximity,
and exchange of molecules
which so called "sociodian rhythm"
helps coordinate group activities,
though thru a complex interplay,
and even physical rhythms
like heartbeats can align in close groups
relegating mechanisms
that force obeisance
to an un_natural imposition
(think Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times)
upon harried styled
and swiftly tailored
simple or sophisticated innovations,
nevertheless artificial constructs
delineating dependence
upon modus operandi
of emotionally, physically
and spiritually savaging
break-neck schedules and deadlines
that only exacerbate adversity
to the natural propensity
of the noble savage
as described courtesy
Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC