Tuesday, September 23, 2008

poetry the medium i feel most adept to try my hand
and offer a couple of enclosed samples
that epitomizes my atypical eclectic trademark trader joe's wholefoods brand:

the following written by:
matthew harris

Barack obama

this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone

prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win

and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin


aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow and a self anointed scribe

will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe


personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years

that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft

despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears


the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm

in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm


that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap

cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap

meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap

to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap


unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from Illinois

will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ

i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy


if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race

ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face

the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace


i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick

against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick

and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick

lest burning from the maddening crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!


Al Gore
an inconvenient truth confronts humanity at this critical juncture of civilization, and pits homo sapiens on the brink of near disaster with mother earth in the balance!

she (gaia) figuratively wheezes, teeters (as if on a cosmic seesaw) and gasps for air, whereby the irreparable tipping point for survival of mankind and other multitudinous life forms at the merci of global catastrophe!

restoration of planet earth to that original former condition of pristine and unfettered virginity (with the mythical noble savage popularized by jean jacques rousseau roaming the edenic and verdant landscape) impossible, no matter that you possess that je nais sais quoi magic touch!

if (for some inexplicable reason), a sudden passion to preside over this country arose (as commander in chief), an immediate rallying cry of excitement would find thee at the front of the pack faster than michael phelps!

now, i boldly venture to broach a bald personal opinion predicated on the woebegotten state of general affairs of state!

national sentiment per the majority of voters bristles with white hot rage for feeling economically bushed and chained under the guise of a near dictator who seems totally oblivious that a common joe (like me for instance) bide their time enduring unasked for travails!

this union now seems jacked asunder by an administration that the present occupant of the oval office on a par which havoc king george wrought!

the deux (ex machina) limited choices for president seem like a bare rack, lame duck and pale in comparison to yourself, who without a shadow of a doubt would spur record-breaking legions of legal eligible citizens to pull the lever (proudly raising cane) to cast their choice for the man who lost by a chad’s breath!

faithfulness limned with a sanguine penchant per that environmental paradigm offers an aegis this veritable stranger (to thee) felt awash with (albeit whence said thought got gored) at the ephemeral, fantastical and whimsical far fetched hologram with an environmental occupant in the white house!

although just a pipe dream, this completely anonymous generic guy acted on impulse to communicate his spurious appreciation and approbation for such commensurate trade mark ecological paradigm!

Oy Gevalt - Moi Ongepatchket Married Life!

Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way

(with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters – i do say

determined and sealed the decision per our rolling in the figurative hay

to wed said mother of thine deux female progeny on an agreed upon day!


Both of us happened to be older grown offspring at ten times thrice

Or three plus decades to be generally precise our fate sealed no dice!


Said age difference approximately a year and a half between us two,

and miserably living with parents, which o’er the years rancor grew!


I agreed to pledge my troth on the premise this writer

(christened Matthew Harris) aka king o one scott the lighter

found himself in the throes of becoming a potential mister mom

per one dominant seminal striver a darwinian fighter!


Since neither of us took any precautions and thru caution to the wind

the inevitable (i.e. a so called bun in the oven) nonetheless

tasting supposed verboten fruits branded us as having sinned

took us by surprise and got us necessarily biologically pinned!


Even though a decision to tie the gordian knot (more like a noose)

per donning the role of future father tightened and n’er got loose

an inner conflict jostled thine inner being

against forming a legal wedded union – the deus!


Prior to taking that legal vow to be husband and wife

until death doth us part before the justice of the peace

(which building matter of fact, happens to be

a hopper, skipper and jumper

from where this seat experiences posterior strife

because this gluteus maximus constitutes on bony arse

as if being cut by a knife

matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream

in subsequent years only to spiral into a maelstrom of some chaotic life!


In truth, the prospect to marry

in general and aforementioned gal in particular

hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement

but a decision this troubadour wished to defer and tarry!


Passive agreement to acquiesce by saying that necessary “I do”

per impregnating the woman named above transpired until her belly grew

swollen with eden liat thy current star student

now sound asleep – counting sheep lined up in a queue

yet lately this personal state of affairs I chronically rue

and immerse myself in reminiscing about yesteryear

and wonder why passivity elected as a way to escape

utter aversion living with dad and (thy late) mom both in a boiling stew!


Predilection to play Russian roulette by avoiding any safe sexual mode

i.e. contraceptives to avoid unplanned pregnancy

shrugged off while spermatozoa adhered to reproductive code

which absence to use birth control also arose

as a natural propensity to procreate from natural urges that did goad!
Now, less joy de vivre doth prevail

to remain monogamous and uphold strictures from this male

fidelity, integrity morality, et cetera buts ahead without fail

from rampant testosterone urge to become appeased, fulfilled, satiated

no matter this dozen plus year bride and groom blindly entered

the unalterable sacred covenant whence sexual need now does ail!


After the birth of daughter numero dos did arrive

the preponderance of physical gratification

took a kamikaze dose dive!