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Category: Poetry
Richard Harrison writes…
Richard Harrison Miami writes…
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
Richard Harrison Nashville writes…
Richard Harrison thefeeling writes…
Joys of parenthood
carseat vomit stain // flashlight look in angel baby’s eyes // a woman cheering
Summer 1956
buzz cut jughead hat // navy man and girl who waited // a cherry pie prize
No Kiss
kissing booth kisses // I have to tell you now // I don’t want them anymore // Let’s be boys // I see you different
NARCOS EN EL CARCEL
when you violate the precepts // and cool comes crashing down // the things you brought with you // are given away to whoever claims // them as their private property // but a supple skinned American girl //
will hold you and love you instead // because your butt is covered // from Iwo Jima to Tripoli you gonna // make it home fine son // nothing to worry about
Richard Harrison writes…
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you are so beautiful
I’d like a picture
of you from every
angle to admire
you from below,
beneath, above, beside
beloved
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haikus + poem
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
The following are poems I have crafted
Low Country
all day speeding thru
green pastures, where chopped trees
billow hickory smoke
Untitled
I see art exhibits at MOCA
I got to college in Boca
I sip Coca-Cola
Untitled
Let’s party.! It’s a long way to the bank!
I can be your head hold up every long
I was watching boy and he was then back down
Untitled
I would like to eat a philosophish
so it could fill my belly with logic truth
Untitled
I want to seize the day
but I was like no fuck it
I curled up in a white bucket
Untitled
I am more of a mess than a rainy day
because you have no idea that I feel this way
BRING OUT THE WINES
You must break in and catch the thief,
while he is in the act of stealing jewelry and cologne
Break into my own home, you mite ask?
Yes,
This will be a fun party
the pristine cleanliness of my apartment
mysterious body that unflushes from my toilet
when I discover something valuable has gone missing
Where have all the things I stole gone?
Someone stole them back
Someone stole them
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some poems about love
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Untitled
A clique of wild girls
lie around me, planting
kisses on my mouth
and forehead and chin
and neck. Their black
irises twinkling
in the blue red
light of my comfy
brown leather sofa.
I sit there
and be kissed,
humble poet,
recorder
of this dream.
Love Emoji
I am back in the library
poring over old letters from
Catalina to Madrid to Havana
centuries ago, pronouncing
new words, new verbs, in their
triform, ir er and ar.
I want to tell you that I want to squeeze you
til you feel the love
I want to count the
times you’ve told me you love
me by all the stars in the sky
I want to make you laugh
a sidesplitting laugh
It is perfectly bright and warm
in my room
scratchy wool under my back
The sun has moved across the sky
I want to be here with you in the
night
I want to give you love
you treasure
forever
that builds you
a towering joy
“Terribly glad you decided to drop by,
Ellen Robinson,”
Your brown chest, goose pimpled,
you add cinnamon, its kiss is sweet like yours
you are that one person that I’ve been waiting for
waiting for my phone to ring,
I like the way my phone pings
about you wanting to rendezvous
for red
someplace after you get off
I’ll be there
looking debonair
like a new romantic
“that’s what I like about you you really know
how to dance,”
plays in my head, the vibrato
waves like an engine shifting gears,
I feel happy to know you want me
Your hips like ballerinas’
wrapped in your black dress
hair with streaks of blonde like a lady
who works at Navarro and says “Mira”
and “lo mismo” and wears a lot of gold jewelry,
your eyes dancing across my face
revealing your pleasure
you are like a letter in the mail-person’s bag
promising the words that I long to hear spoken
into my ear
and to speak into your ear,
because you make what you want to hear
Your blue jean jacket
reminding me of
music festival smokers
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New Poem: a synopsis of my thoughts
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O God, high in the hills above earth, up in the sky emanating heavenly light, I am your servant as always, now when I pray to love.
O love, I make a sacrifice to you of pop music, propinas, and produce from Publix. My offering burns on a hillside, from where I must wander home in the pitch dark of an eclipse.
O body, how my arms, legs burn! How my throat singes, its gasps grasp for air as I run blindly! My strength on endurance test, I hold on. I am a migratory bird, tired and winded, pursued by predators, who is far yet from the tropics, but who must fly, fly the rest of the way.
O loveliness, most precious, darling to me, take my hand and guide me, like Jane Eyre, through a darkness through which your eyes see like an owl, and lead me into your blessed courtyard, where I can shake dinner mangoes from your tree. I’ll stop staying so long on the sacred hillside, to have time to frolic in the light with you. Let our laughs and our love brighten the midnight street.
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A1A, shaded and smooth
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“Old A1A”
Orange like a sun tan crete building with terra cotta
Your tree shade is like a pot of Fort Knox dollar ink spilled
I love a long ride down you
Nobody but me and the radio, Glycerine,
Don’t Speak, Jeremy, Sweet Home Alabama,
Let them all play, riding in silence, away in the mind,
in the strumming strings of the straight-holding players
in the famous bands
what a road! so smooth, like a berry smoothie,
presidents ride down it and think it beautiful too
the one percent ride down it, millionaires do, murderers too
Just look at Busted magazine at the 7/11
or don’t, you could look at the houses or something worth
a second of your invaluable time
yo Trump on the cover and an ex president yo
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Bad wine poem
