"shana" poems
Matt was dating Shana
Brad was mad about it
"Shana should be with me"
Matt and Brad went into
the field and then the woods
Talking like friends do
Pretense and all
Together they found a small box
with two buttons
Brad held the box first
and pushed the first button
Nothing happened
Both boys stared
"Nothing happened"
Brad pushed it again
"Nothing happened"
"Press the other one"
Brad pushed the second button
Something happened
He stared at the box wide eyed
"Nothing happened"
said Matt as he crossed his arms
Brad pushed the second button
again
"Nothing happened"
said Matt as he crossed his arms
"I need to test something"
Matt raised an eyebrow
and watched Brad sit the
box on the ground in the mud
"Hold on"
Down by the creek
Brad found a large rock
with a good weight
He crouched down
and stared into the trickling water
"Come over here, this is really weird"
"What the hell did you find?"
Matt traded places with Brad
and examined the spot at
which Brad pointed
Brad swung the rock against
the back of Matt's head
with force so great
blood splattered out
across his face
Matt fell slumped into
the trickling waters
Brad crouched over him
and kept swinging
one
two three
four five six
seven eight nine ten
"You"
"Mother ******
"You ******* ******
"God **** ******* ******
Brad stood and stared down at the remnants of his work
dripping with the red running waters and bits of brain matter
that his best friend Matt had moments before held kept in his head
Brad breathed deeply
Pushed the second button
"Nothing happened"
said Matt as he crossed his arms
and put his hands into his pockets
Brad shoved the box into his sweatshirt pocket
"I can probably use it for parts"
He said
Later that night, Brad enjoyed eating the same slice of pizza
twelve or thirteen times while he was alone in his bedroom and
watching **** at the same time that he was messaging girls online
Brad never was a great thinker
but that night his head spun
around with ideas faster than
his writing hand could match
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
When they look at her pictures on Facebook they see
Beautiful symmetry,
Shining eyes,
Soft lips,
And a **** good haircut.
They see a stunning girl
and they comment.
When I look at her pictures on Facebook I see
The last tagged picture from early July,
The ignored compliments,
The love given to her mother,
And the struggle.
I see a stunning girl
And I say nothing.
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 11:06 PM UTC
our second of two lasses conceived
sometimes within a blink
the exact moment auguring conception
difficult to identify or pinpoint
whence seminal liquid
********** from a ******* *****
birth of second daughter thyself and spouse created
while immersed in the ****** drink
generally occurred during
our naked lunch sans primal cop
yule la shun, via carousing with amorousness
when a seminal dollop
of passion circa May 1998 that pregnant verity
became definitive when the ultrasound
evinced a miniscule glop
pronounced by obstetrician and gynecologist
with an impending due date
yet unpredictable until the wife did evince
a swelling abdominal area, an ordinary fate
once pregnancy without doubt
ascertained both of felt great
lee excited at prospect thee eldest
would become “big” sister,
which less than total devoted attention
she would naturally hate
upon begetting youngest punim
indubitably saw her (Eden) irate
yet any jealousy temporarily deferred, offset
and thwarted upon the birth
of Shana, whose anniversary
she exited birth canal when a dearth
of being cocooned in the womb
suddenly necessitated adjusting to life on Earth
when formerly inducing
a bulge within the uterine hearth
and this papa nearly nineteen years
wept tears of joyful delight
with a complete set of anatomical features,
and gender as the girl found wife excite
head, cuz decision asper circumcision,
a moot point re difficult conscience fight
club and prediction as per average adult height
of female progeny, number two found the sight
a biologically whipped miracle I held tight.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Upon the days twixt Rosh Ha-Shana
And Yom Kippur,
We are commanded to ask,
For our sins, forgiveness
From those to whom
We have committed them.
But when I think upon this,
Upon the year now passed,
Yea, I do find sins and many
But none so grievous and yet
Not too grievous that I cannot admit to them
Without great penalty
That I feel obliged to oblige tradition.
Rather what dwells upon me
Is less my sins
And more the opportunities
Passed by by me
And those which appeared but for a moment,
A flash in the pan of fate,
A horse,
Quickly Sprinted
Across the great green field
Of love,
The sun shining upon its back
And glorious mane
As it trampled past,
A fleeting moment
An eternal memory,
Leaving deep impressions
Upon the ground,
Ones that will not clear
For years, or maybe ever
Even as I try
To move past it
In at least some ways,
For I refuse to be
As lonely as I was
And Am.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
5778, So That I Remember
What a bad Jew I am -
Having to write a poem
So that I remember, can recall
Once and for all
The joy of Rosh Hashanah
And the length of centuries
The Jews have thrived,
Have managed bravely to survive.
A feast that serves the feat,
(In fact, the feat deserving feast).
So much I do not know,
Therefore, to show heredity’s identity
To world and to myself,
I shall repeat the word, the year, the sound
Till next year when it comes around,
Turns seven eight to seven nine.
To all who like this person mine
Have left all contact far behind:
Happy New Year – Rosh Hashanah!
Shana Tovah – Happy New Year!
5778, So That I Remember 9.19.2017
Special People, Special Occasions; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
above named orthodontist
crowned specialist
exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition
of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth –
just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy
of above named orthodontist –
worthy of a regal pad
(okay perhaps i exaggerate just a tad)
performed prestigious dental skill with her band
of admirable merry technicians,
who possess grand
ever so agile and gentle
to affix and/or adjust with each hand
after countless visits
viz number of years shifted closed spaces
re: wide spaces did stand
brackets wired together where
squarely rooted choppers stood askew
the completed effect = a priceless smile
tooth thy punim – a beau
tee full young lady (this comment
unbiased from me – math a ewe)
biological father of thine lass in question,
where time flew
while transformation
her dazzling smile grew
a changed ****** profile –
admirable how maxillary masters did hue
artfulness to align mastication via calculus
sans perfecting her bite they knew
thus this papa feels ever so thankful
for prettifying mine offspring
with courtesy service per each appointment
thee progeny i did bring
no matter that brackets broke loose –
yes in some cases from chew wing
gum or eating hard foodstuffs - fear of a skull ding
never occurred, whereby
anticipatory anxiety expended 4 naught ting
mortis rigors of extraction,
x-rays affecting dental precision
would be impossible without the decision
for the supreme doctor –
who owned a schooled vision
to envision
vis a vis what provision
and necessary measures
to manipulate dentition
toward per mission
whereby maybe a minor revision
made to witness brilliant
megawatt smile giving admission
of heightened sunny disposition
primed to embark on successful
lip smacking dating expedition
anointing shana aubrey harris –
who completed the biting inquisition.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Twenty two years ago
December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
likely thee birth mother)
initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),
and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
but gifted with a daughter,
whose existence far
more precious
than any Earthborn
rare widgets, gewgaws,
gems, et cetera, despite
evoking unsolicited,
unpleasant, and
unmanageable forlorn
communication "dirt poor"
living (at least ten years
of wretchedness at 1148
Greentree Lane) unable
to toot our horn,
cuz unbearable, undesirable,
unforgettable, et cetera,
and manifold challenged,
when beloved Shana
Punim evinced inborn
developmental delay,
(which severe electric
cool aid acid test
patience of this father),
much more difficult
than playing krummhorn,
now after tendering the trials
and tribulations, an
amalgamation of
poignant affects,
whereat your
permanent presence...
(must never NOT precede mine),
cuz..., I would definitely mourn,
your absence, thus felt the timely
opportunity to dash off
a birthday poem to you
in tandem with sharing,
(while comfortably numb
and figuratively licking war
torn psychological wombs) - torn
and ripped, queued,
peppered natty psyche
pockmarked with scorn
from self, (and those lives,
this dada immediately
impacted) particularly
your person roar'n
with cumulative anger toward
this insightful fellow,
(who claims to know
what thee feel toward me),
especially when ****
hours of valuable
time, now caught
(say, eh...approximately, fraught
upon the half life of rare Earth
element Eden), not
just strictly naught
heard thru the grapevine,
but forcing Math (hew)
analysis, via meditation, poetry
writing therapy, et cetera.
- - - - - - - - -
Hence...I apologize,
asper unasked for pain wrought
thee, sans being unemployed,
demeaning "mother Abby,"
bumbling, horrid house
keeper (Hagrid himself,
would turn down invitation),
plus Facebook fiasco,
imbroglio, and loco
motive - complicit in behavior
- - - - - - - - -
comparable to *********
yet please let me conclude
by admitting total lack
of wherewithal.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DAUGHTER!
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Though thine two grown
former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
no longer monopolize my time
as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
and negotiating positive
chutes and ladders with courage
evoking glee this papa
helped both beautiful lasses
avoid being risk averse
navigating life with minimal damage
though to get ahead of the class,
(asper the eldest Eden Liat)
credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
to herself with encourage
meant from this papa, who oft time
felt he lacked any clue
akin to a hobbled battleship left
to drift at sea, whence,
upon landfall sub
sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
among Settlers of Catan),
plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
an optimal strategic operation,
thus figuratively groping in the dark
(unaware of a brewing twister)
guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
but apologetic homage
would disqualify thyself,
a "FAKE" mastermind
undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
awash within Candy Land,
a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey
(younger by about
twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
necessitated mandatory intervention
due to language
skills, plus pronounced
developmental delay,
where supreme social service
sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
as one after another
case worker did overencourage
to counteract congenital
cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
(cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,
and bogged down with
obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)
steers ship shape body electric
round her uncharted cerebral
cape of good hope passage.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:00 AM 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
Dear 2020,
I leaving Old Vineyard today! Therefore, I am feeling like a ten and wanting to jump for joy! I am so excited. I will be able to see Machaela and Sean again! I will be able to watch anime again! And read books that are actually good!
But... I won't be able to see Harley, Shana, Mackenzie, or Tamia again... You better not forget them, future me! Hahah. I may have some of their information, though. lol.
Love Always, Hollin
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC