See some of my poetic pieces throughout the years below. I add new selections weekly, so make sure you come back and visit.
Tell me,
honey,
if I gave you a cup full of my love, would you
drink it in small sips or gigantic gulps?
And,
sugar,
if you stood at the pool of my heart, would you
tamely test the waters or dive deeply on impulse?
And,
baby,
if you faced the wilderness of my soul, would you
slink shyly along or explore it intrepidly?
And,
sweetie,
if I gave the gift of myself to you, would you
passively place it aside or tenaciously tear it free?
(© 2005 Marcus Harris, originally published in Songs In Search Of A Voice)
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(© 2005 Marcus Harris, originally published in Songs In Search Of A Voice)
"Those who remove mountains,
begin by carrying many small stones."
Chinese Proverb
Grandma used to get her peaches
at the flea market down the way
on Saturdays…
now it’s some hip gourmet cupcake place -
but she always says,
“Count your blessings, not your problems.”
Granddaddy used to stay
in a little duplex
on the east side…
it’s a condo now, he lives with us -
still, he always says,
“Better little, than too little.”
We used to see Mr. Jerry downtown,
staggering up the same sidewalk,
asking for whatever you could spare…
now it’s
white girls
in sports bras
walking their dogs
and
white guys
in booty shorts and visors,
huffin’ and puffin’,
lips and legs floppin’ -
different kinda stagger.
Daddy calls it “gen-tri-fi-cay-shun,”
says
it’s a real fancy word
for making sure
the have nots never have,
explains
how “displacement” is “progress,”
why Grandma and Granddaddy
were forced to make
their peace…
I remember
reading about something like this
in school:
colonialism,
Manifest Destiny -
different names,
same results…
but
what
they didn’t teach us,
what
I guess it’ll always be,
is just
a perpetual solution
in search of
a problem.
(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)
you breathe,
the air is sweeter
you stand,
the sky is bluer
you walk,
the ground is softer
you smile,
my chest is warmer
(© 2017 Marcus Harris, originally published in #snapshot)
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