"dunning" poems
My body's a prison
its trapped me behind my eyes
and all i can do is watch the world pass me by
I'm stiff and catatonic
watching reality like a TV show
My body's a cage
that's ensnared my mind
telling it what it can and cant do
always holding it back
making it friends with Dunning and Kruger
I'd burn this body and move on
but I'm not sure i like the idea of this body burning
it seems so painful to leave it behind
I think I'll hold onto it a little while longer
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
A 'cuse me?
I lie, eh? I know the way, but let me be the one
to wonder why
would I lie,
do you
read or listen or look or stop when al you can do has been done
al read y
and stand
waiting
waithing
to catch a breath
Up ag'in the wall?
If Dunning Kruger is all they got to throw,
you know what
you know, wrong ain't evil,
lying ly real calling right wrong is something only
a left hand wishing to make some noise
could imagine
right
clap clap clap, and **** Feynman
on the bongos
backing us up with a little James Dean ditty from
the Naked City
Times change, reality may be
de or re ift
in a rich man with a satisfied mind.
(if you'd only known.) Take another question?
chew and swallow and wait,
this will get your guts grinding reasons
the frontal cortex always gets
chirality inhibitions about letting the right hand
do anything the left can't imagine.
You know how it is. we get by.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
(this written about a baker's half-dozen years ago)
this then stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential
for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary
artistic and literary flair
if asked to draw a character sketch anime
or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her
acknowledging creative talents
so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent
teetering on the brink of adulthood
(now a glowingly radiant young woman)
evolving positive qualities
via submittable, the strength of said niece
whose ambitious parents (my youngest sister =
the proud mama of Ansley),
who embarked to Spain
late summer (many Earth Orbitz back in time
found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses
envy adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web
of Europe fostering cultural awareness
represents continuity for I remember
this youngest sibling of mine
as gently conniving plus possessing
pluperfect courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps
as like an inner divining rod
and faith in self-enabling
an exemplary example
of motherhood constituting
both this and Marleigh
(the second of deux whip-smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips
as hands-on learning
all the while insinuating courage
to take life by the red bull by the horns!
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
when just a little boy inured to ****** harm
i stuck a bean inside my button nose
which caused parental fright and alarm
which yielded putrid odor
like black pearl jam stuck between toes
foul fumes a nauseating offal stench
detected by mere fluke
from mister good wrench
pinpointed putrid source
above where one would puke
necessitating face mask to approach
decomposing nut size bean
inducing outcome from
those approaching awful odor to pass out
even the most practiced
die macho men turned green
in addition from special ops
military forces confessed doubt
to accomplish mission in this challenge
from an enemy unseen
thus pitting me in danger if
slowly germinating seed sprouted full size
planting roots into cerebral fertile gray matter
forcing motley crue to brood
at this unusual impasse – no lies
but truthfulness, which outcome
could find me akin to a mad hatter
lest quick fix for someone
with a knack with moody blue eyes
like those of I bet ye will never guess who
came to my rescue
and eminently rid me of
near fatality this threat he slew
while clergy waited with family,
whom held breath against noxious p u
worse smelling than buffalo chips
or animal when poops goes moo
imbedded flak eliminated threat
to this kid – a very reformed Jew
when with delicate application
of tweezers across room bean flew
dunning torpedo like ricocheting
off head of doctor George Andrew.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
(ease of use preference
via Facebook Messenger), candidate
said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
after lingering delay followed
by "I love you"
swallowing tears irate
as bittersweet poignant end
ding our irregular chat as if
(analogously)...aye ab duck kate
(albeit temporarily),
the joyous role of fatherhood
especially denoting young womanhood of late
said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)
i.e. wife (which marriage
experienced rough patches)
nine or so months ceased to ovulate
just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago
as reckoned via dull lix gray matter
encapsulated within
thine barnacle encrusted pate
her virtual presence encountered
earlier today - March 24th, 2018
doth highly rate
as supremely blessed,
through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete
only after clicking end conversation
does this dada
(with genuine muffled sobs) ululate
agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome
asper averred second daughter
aye helped yes sire re:) to beget
whose tender loving care)
under voluntary auspices
sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)
decision immediate decision needed tubby made
(concurrence with birth mother - Abby)
already couple years zipped,
her homecoming (who knows when),
dud dada Matthew Scott Harris
must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood),
argh...now...must needs wait!
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC