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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being Irish
trumpeting hoople linked with
the folklore and culture of Emerald Isle
juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2024 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull
o' Eire rush deuce cent)

contrarians

I always pick the ones that dont care
I ignore and ick out at the ones that do,
Constantly turning my head at every buzz from my phone,
its not fair.

"Why can't you want me like the other boys do?"
like id still be interested in you if you did,
what's wrong with me
why am I stuck on you?

I can't stop myself from responding instantly
it takes you hours
I sit there in waiting like a damsel in distress,
why does everything you do have to be done inconsistently?

Communique

These are the puzzling days of our lives.
we speak our minds quickly, when problems arise
not thinking about the look in their eyes
there's no way to run and nowhere to hide
we laugh aloud and end each sentence
thinking that we've won, maybe an inch...
there is no way to prove our guileful pretense
when we walk away from promises we've made
our relationships will eventually derail!
think then about the things that you say
and find a kinder more peaceable way!
to communicate love to those you meet each day.

This is England

This is England:
A nation of wealth
Where most are poor.
This is England:
Our tempers are hot
Because the weather is cold.
This is England:
We made the U.S
And now they have more!
And English idiom
It's called Sod's law.
This is England
Where beer is cheap
Just like fish and chips
On a cold and breezy shore.
This is England
Where the prisons are full
Due to the size of this island
With a population not small.
This is England.
It is home and i love it

Scattered

When we were in love,
we sat on the park bench
and adored the trees.

They were dazzling.

We really had no final farewell, you and I.
We both simply walked away.

Now, a lifetime later,
I've returned to our bench.
Its spirit feels abandoned, perhaps sleeping.
The trees, hollow,
pretending they don't remember
me, you.

Us.

I wonder if their memories were swept up in the wind
when their golden leaves fell to the ground,

certain to scatter,
destined to fade.

My Bairns A-Stray

I remember when the moon was small;
no larger than your soccer ball.
That's how old I am.

That jumping cows could clear its height
and puppies laughed to see that sight.
That's how old I am.

There were no birds, just nests of eggs.
T'was long before snakes lost their legs.
That's how old I am.

I watched the rocks each climbing high,
becoming mountains in the sky.
That's how old I am.

I felt a goodness grow in me
that promised life eternity.
That's how old I am.

To live and fall

There is no spring without a winter,
You can never appreciate sunshine without the rains.
You can never climb mountains without a fear inside you,
Of what you will lose or could possibly gain.

To become a man takes virtue. Not just rules or that gentleman's touch.
Descent into danger, just choices by far too many or maybe one to much.
The wisdom of my success was always around me. I'm my mind, spirit, heart and soul.
But failing life, it's beauty and my expectation. that's my sin and that I should of controlled

Give and Take

I was no different than anyone else. Not really unique;
in that I was made, in part, from pieces of others I’ve known,

friends and family mostly. Those still here,
and welcome spirits who seem content to stay.

Also, there were a few women I loved at one time or another.
Although, some of them took a few pieces with them.

Good News

Good news
Given today
From my wife’s doctor
Relieves my mind from the worst thought
Thank God

Vision of Blue Elk

Vision of Blue Elk

You see it with your eyes closed,
After meeting the woman who
Feeds the
Deer,
Adam’s
Mother.

It is electric, a buck.

You chat with her first, she tells you
Her worries and you listen.

One Winter, by then, stressed,
Much later, the blue elk appears,

You have lost him already.
The elk fades, you made a
Wrong turn,
In the woods.

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