Best Handmaids Poems

When men were kings with steeds
women were handmaids to their needs.
repositories for their seed to grow
                             ...

Continue reading...

 In the quiescent quietude of a tranquil June night
Stood Queen Moon in her diadem with an entourage of handmaids
Her shimmering rays like a slithering silvery stream
Came down sliding, slanting and crashing
Turning the night into one of fluorescent effulgence


June.8.2022

~Placed Seventh~

The Moon in June Poetry Contest
Sponsor-...

Continue reading...

fluorescent trees bathe in the scent
of a citrus mid-evening,
fingertips tracing lemon stars
as roots house the very veins that
wake the smell of quietude: of what
mystery wets the blanket 
of sparkling air robed in yellow mist,
as wisps of neon feathers rub
breezes ordained only for crickets
winging threads of...

Continue reading...

Of what mystery
bathes  a mantle
of  dazzling stars,
robed in golden beads
as wisps of feathers 
reel along a breeze
ordained to welcome
autumn’s descent;
while fireflies roam
pirouetting on trees
with amber leaves
that herald
November’s poise: 
gently, dusk changes
its skin to fine tones
so golden like hues
of a new moon.
This yellow twill
inflames...

Continue reading...

“Penned” 

what happens 
when it comes to this
another woman 
takes your child

as her own 

and red becomes 
the bloody murder
penned in a pig stye, 
left field left 

the apple of her eye

green, 
as iceberg
lettuce lies laced
salad days waisted 

shredded through windows, 

cold
thunderstorms 
in the heart...

Continue reading...

I must have met her slowly wandering  
Along a bushy stream, her locks breeze-tossed  
With cheeks a pinkish rush, fair more than Spring,  
And I, a woodsman dared to come across
This Lady lounging poised among the grass.
Her sunlit face wore off into...

Continue reading...

Women of the Word

Some wore finest linen –
 Others wore wool; 
Some wore the silk of royalty – 
 Some wore cotton, some muslin;
Some were called to great things – 
 Others walked with sorrow
Some were called to ordinary days
 All were called by God

Some...

Continue reading...

A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst...

Continue reading...

Gordon entered his apartment and gasped.
How could he have left the place in such a disarray?
He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids.
Gordon was never rude but he complained.
Seemed the was a widespread fever infection.
However, Rosie promised to solve her problems.
Soon the bell rang and...

Continue reading...

CAUGHT IN THE REIGN

“am i a real princess?” she articulates.
the painting, on her canvas nails, pains her.
firm fountain of toenails are just fine.
shrugs, “who knows why!?”
her lashes, feel the flecks, of mascara.
her skin itches at the thought of clothes.
alas...she must wear them, out.
intensity of whispers...

Continue reading...

To much information

For over 10 Year's now

Not unlike a Handmaids Tale

But not in Snow White Hat & Scarlett Cape 

My Uniform i regail in is rather that
Top 2 Toe in frustrated Solid Purple

The only touch that i have felt
over these said Baron Year's

Are in my...

Continue reading...

The King’s Fruit

White apple blossom petals fall like castle fairy snow
Their sweet perfume replaced by tiny green clustered globes
Vying for the knighted honor as the one royal King’s Fruit
When ladybugs arrive in polkadot armor as handmaids resolute
To do battle with pests that leave their sticky...

Continue reading...

Underneath a Moonlit Sky

Underneath a moonlit sky
 Amid falling leaves
  Of salty foam fans
Celestial sisters
Point
To a guiding star
When a rudderless heart
Navigates
Straight for hard and rocky teeth
Or too close to the black hole
Of swirling currents
Imploding
The surface tension
Asking handmaids –
 Sisters
  Of the sand
 ...

Continue reading...

The 5th Symphony
is the terribly great symphony that scarred the sky

The 5th Symphony
is in the hands of the conductor
with skin like the bitter Prussian snow,
and the eyes of a starless night

The 5th Symphony is played
in the tempo of War,
with the opera of mourning
in the Key...

Continue reading...