Best Hutch Poems
The hutch
like everything else in this house is
crooked. A slanting hardwood floor
and the burnished ends
of an ancient table.
An ever rounding table
"a table with history" she says,
a lineage with the cut
and lineaments
of the eight-score man who built it.
The eerie, beautiful portrait
of some great- great- great-
someone-or-other
hangs so solemnly with Victorian grace
the nail has begun to bend,
but she will never fall.
One cabinet for the silver
and wine glasses
has been painted triple-white
and sunk into the wall like a safe.
Its shelves boiled clean
to hide their ignoble wood
(probably pine).
Not like the Oak left bare-
the smell and musk
of those dark hand-hewn ceiling beams
and the redolence
from somewhere behind the house
of deep-purple lilacs
growing fat like grapes.
Outside, the painted gardens swirl together
in a dizzying carousel of color and light
with short, fat brush strokes
and heavy, bold shadows;
the flowers burn from the healthy soil
replacing sand from ten years ago.
200 bags of fertilizer and now:
A nightgowned woman plays firefighter
every morning with a green hose,
keeping up with the investment.
Form:
Kinetic waves of energy
Ripples in time and space
subtle sums of synergy
Patterns of silk and lace
Universes that race away
Mem’ries that as quickly fade…
Into black holes of yesterday
That give nothing back in trade
Stardust settling ‘pon dusty hutch
And on planetary plain (alike)
Truly does not differ much
In substance same (as in sight)
Universes that to stars give birth
Pediatric wards that work much the same
Birth is birth…for what it’s worth
It’s just a cosmic game
Galaxies that go on forever
Rainbows that have no end
All a part of eternal endeavour
Without an answer my friend
Warp speed….Snail’s pace
It’s all relative you see
One takes place in outer space
The other is given to you and me
Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
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Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young girl, I feel when I do recall......
Those decades ago, those tender memories
that are never lost!
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The walk down the soft, rose-colored,
carpeted stairs,
I honestly felt as a princess belonging to a
great monarchy somewhere.
Each time I glided down those circular stairs,
so rare!
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I ate in the breakfast nook, on the most elegant
ivory wood table, I ever saw.
With a maple hutch with priceless nic nacs
and family photographs.
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The milk was delivered to the back door.
In glass! No wax, faux de raul.
The tablecloth was always clean.
And heavenly pressed. Mom had fresh
flowers on it, or seasonal decor.
Outside, the grass was soft like God's
carpet, so green,so summer fresh!
I loved my bare feet, running through it.
An gigantic umbrella, was there in a table
of course.
Bright golden yellow outside, inside of it a
veritable bevy of flowers.
That table so outstandingly white~
It so reflected the innocence of my very
blessed days and full starlit nights.
I did my homework in the dining room
on a polished mahogany dining room table.
Above me a sparkling crystal chandelier.
Below me, i rested on dark, thick,green
velvet cushions.
Yes, life was more than good to me.
To recall these young girlish days
with you, ah!
I do so quite happily, through a
poetic lens of time.
With you, my beloved, new poetry
family.
January 21, 2020
6:30am PST
Special acknowledgement to Robert Lindley, who
had the kindness to inform me by Soupmail of
typo errors, I had missed! Gratefully, PR xx
Today it’s Sally’s birthday party; she’s the star of the show
She’s a lovely little girl and all her friends are invited to go
They arrive on the doorstep with presents in their hand
Wearing their best clothes, oh don’t they look so grand
Excited children are entertained by Coco the clown
She’s jolly person but her face wears a sad frown
Coco blows up balloons and amazing animals are created
The children clutch them eagerly; they simply are elated
The dining table is laden with glorious treats
Sandwiches, crisps, cakes and biscuits to eat
Sally’s birthday cake is shaped like a cute little cat
Cats are her favourite animal; her kitten is called Pat
The children sing ‘happy birthday’ and Sally makes a wish
Her mum cuts up the pretty cake and serves it on a dish
After tea is over a magician arrives to entertain
He’s called The Great Suprendo but it’s not his real name!
The magician does lots of magic tricks, the children think he’s ace
When he produces a fluffy rabbit they have a smile on their face
Soon the party is over and its time for the children to go home
Sally had a wonderful time but now she’s sad as she’s now alone
Secretly hiding in the kitchen is the Great Suprendo
He gives her the rabbit, her shrieks of delight reach a crescendo!
Mummy and daddy had planned this birthday surprise
Sally is so happy that tears spring into her eyes
Daddy had made the rabbit a wooden rabbit hutch
Sally is overjoyed, and names her pet rabbit Butch
Contest: The Birthday Party
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
01~31~16
I went to check my rabbit hutch
The bunny wasn't there
I searched around for hours
Found it on the rocking chair
Jan Allison
7th September 2014
Thanks to James Fraser for the inspiration:-)
About thanksgiving a bunch of turkeys get together,
Have a meeting about sales for the holidays.
About fall they send out that letter.
Well those business folks got to cuss and discuss,
And figure how to gear it,
To make us customers
Feel that holiday spirit!
Here’s the minutes of the meeting,
We’ll skip the high fives greeting.
“All through the mall we’ll have ho- ho- ing Santys
From the computer games to the racks of panties.
Adult book stores will send out Yule tide flyers,
To attract all the spirit filled ***** buyers.
Don’t forget to put some plastic wreaths
Round those expensive briefs,
And the music; what about the music?!
Let’s start the secular Christmas songs,
In time for the black Friday throngs.
Make sure the songs don’t mention God or Jesus,
We don’t want to offend and have people leave us,
Remember Christmas is all about the money,
So let’s spread the ads on thick like honey!
Hide all the advertised sales on goods for this time of year..
And put the top dollar toys and items by the cashier..
So if you business people got more ideas, let’s push them through!
What’s that? Oh yeah…ah…merry Christmas to you too.
MEETING ADJOURNED !”
“(hey Bill, ..about that bikini clad Santa dancing on the new hutch,
I think maybe her pine needle bra is a bit much…..?
What you think?….)”
Inspired by Carolyn D. (too long for the contest, but had fun with it!)
When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they scythe in the whelm and nimiety, they hack and harrow.
The kits and chuckling’s are many, the light too bright;
for then the foragers forgoing fright, are palpable and open.
The long-eared nibblers, hairs on scattered rodents laid bare,
they scutter, skitter and twitch much in the open
greatly prone to be pounced upon;
their paltry pelts all unhidden, and being many,
and not running, they are huddled; yet not strong.
If this slew not ease, if the grabbers not falter,
if the singled-out dither, the glut not wither,
then the green snake will climb to where nestlings hutch -
they all so easily plucked and quickly snatched.
I worry for the wee brown birds; mottled shells still unhatched.
I fear a winnowing, withal a harsh hazard of gorge and sate.
I fret for the freshly delivered, the teeming,
the newly produced, all the bounding bounty
for those too easily found and so, arrived too late.
I was swimming in the ocean enjoying it so much
I back floated and relaxed with my cousins Mat and Hutch
All of a sudden Mat broke my dreamy thoughts with a scream
The water choppy, he was carried swiftly up stream
Two great whites were fighting over which would eat my poor Mat
So I chased after them and I smacked them with a big baseball bat
Is this human being serious? The biggest shark asked the other
I do not know the other shark replied but she looks like my mother
I am a grandma you dopes I said and I smacked each hard on the nose
This the smaller one said haughtily is not how this kind of shark story goes
So I jumped on his slick back. I bucked, screamed, jabbed, and I kicked
And I punched him and bit him, making him mad; his skin was quite thick
This land polluter is crazy the great whites agreed with some flair
So they gave me my cousin whom they had tossed in the air.
Because I liked it I gave them another bat smack across their noses
She is horrible! The great whites said as I hit them with hoses
Sure I got Matt back but due to those shark bullies he now he had PSTD
His swimming suit was gone, so he was sheepish being nude in front of me
So Hutch and I threw off our clothes and we all swam in birthday suits
But those sharks never came back, so glad they were finally loose
My Grandson's Toys;Christmas Memories
Dear Edward:
You grew from Little League to be Varsity
star!
Sadly, we rarely see much of one another
anymore.
So Grandma, finds happiness in your once
beloved, boyhood toys.
It's like being with you, even though you are
now driving a sleek car and havingfun with other
teenage boys.
Your first shiny, hot wheels, are still all here.
Even your wood blocks, that I still hold dear!
Do you remember your very first phone?
Toys that were never ruined by crazed
technology?
All that automaticity, requiring no
imagination at all, just pure, expensive
folly!
The humungous stuffed doggie you once
loved so much, his eyes so sad, he
wants your touch.
Your toy soldiers stand at alert~just
Waiting for you.
I tell them, be patient, he is coming
back for you..
Alas, I cannot tell those attentive eyes,
that this is totally untrue!
I keep our New Years horns in the hutch.
I want to see them daily, they sparkle
just like you!
And on New Years Eve, we always had
had our fun annual date.
You, my grandson, I admired your piano
playing, and still being on the honor roll,too.
But this house is so heartless and empty now
without you.
And next year, off to university you will go.
I wish you love and success in the glory of
those swirling, Midwestern, Christmas snows!
Love, success and good wishes!
Grandma xoxo
12/18/2024
Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment,
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could,
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small.
Waste not want not.
Oh the rabbit went and died.
You should have seen us all.
The news was like a car,
smashed into a wall!
The feeling it was shock,
i felt like i would cry.
How could it be so,
that Thumper he would die!
I remembered at Pet City,
how hard the choice just was,
till we seen the Rabbit
with marks upon his paws!
The family just went "Awwh!"
We loved him oh so much.
So we took him home,
complete with brand new hutch.
It seems so long ago,
and yet it seems so near.
That we brought him home,
so small with such big ears!
I cant believe he"s gone.
We were left with excess food,
and there is an empty space,
where his hut once stood.
But Sunday Lunch was good,
a belly buster"Phew."
yes you are quite right,
we had a Rabbit stew!
and not only that,
our bad luck has been beat!
We"ve set the record straight,
with four new rabbits feet!
But the best bit of it all,
is Thumper was so fat!
That i have got to wear
a Davey Crocket hat!
It is like my Gran would say,
"You"ll be happy with your lot,
if you follow just four words,
Waste not want not!"
No rabbits were harmed in the making of this poem. Thumper is alive and well and
living at the bottom of my garden!
I had a little bunny fair
Who loved no one but me.
I hardly thought a fox would dare
To do such knavery.
I built my pet a darling hutch,
To save him from all harm,
Not knowing that a sly old fox
Would soon invade the farm.
We lived and laughed the whole day through
My darling hare and I.
Without a thought of that old fox
And danger coming nigh.
I had no knowledge that a fox
Could slyly lift the latch.
And grab my bunny from his home,
For fox he was no match.
I know that fox is laughing still
My tears are falling fast.
I long to hold my pet again
Reliving days now past.
for PD’s contest
My bunny rabbit is so bold,
always wanting out.
From the hutch I keep it in,
since it got so stout.
Sits there wriggling it's fluffy ears,
and the tip of its pinky nose.
He's such a rolly polly guy,
and knows it I suppose.
Just like me he can't resist
temptation in his way.
Munches through four carrots,
then lays down in the hay.
I'm tempted now to let him out,
just to watch him play.
Brush his long shaggy hair.
But then I know he'll stay.
Because I can't resist him,
and the joy he brings to me.
All evening now we'll cuddle up,
on the sofa and watch T.V.
I’d mowed me lawn and chopped the wood, I’d even done some weeding,
And when I told the ‘missus’, she said, “Oh gosh my heart is bleeding”.
‘Okay then’ I sort of thought, her smart remark needs a reply,
So I grabbed a dozen stubbies and didn’t even say goodbye.
I didn’t really feel like drinking, down at the river on me own,
So I pondered as I drove around, who might be home alone,
Well ‘round and ‘round the town I went, trying to contrive,
On who might need a morning beer. Next thing I’m in Beechey’s drive!
I’d just caught ‘Bee’ in fact for he was walking out his door,
But when I held up a stubby, where ‘Bee’s’ going he’s not sure,
For he’s got a choice of knocking down a half a dozen beers,
Or surrender to his loving wife, whose been drumming in his ears.
‘Bee’ said if he took the top off one he won’t know when to stop,
And he had to get some birdseed for his budgies at the pet shop,
So I put the stubbies in the fridge, and joined ‘Bee’ for company,
While we went to get his bird seed, and satisfy his Mrs. ‘Bee’.
We walked amongst the parrots and zebra finches in their cages,
Hearing red canaries whistle that I hadn’t heard for ages,
Guinea Pigs were hiding in the straw; mice tumbled on a wheel.
‘Bee’ shook hands with the owner, who was his mate I feel.
‘Bee’ didn’t have to ask for seed, the bloke knew its budgie food,
So they started telling dirty yarns and some of them were crude.
All the while they made me laugh, then the owner said to ’Bee’,
“I’ve got to duck down to the bank, can you watch the shop for me!”
A little girl of maybe five made her entrance through the door,
And she carried in a shoebox that she placed upon the floor,
Then with the sweetest little voice that only angels could address,
She asked ‘Bee’ if he kept rabbits, and of course the answers yes.
‘Bee’ led the girl down to the hutch, to find a ‘bunny’ now for her.
Was it a pretty brown one? Or a cuddly white angora!
Or would she like a ginger one, or one white and black and buff.
The little girl just gave a shrug “My python couldn’t give a stuff”.
©2002 Lindsay Laurie
Miss Scarlet was driving her car across town.
She had a meeting with Professor Plum at the library .
It was regarding a paper she had written in the study at home.
About the life of Colonel Mustard and the revolver he carried during the war.
Mrs. White was on her way to the school.
She had just left the kitchen,she forgot to put the knife away.
So she slipped it in her purse, she had colored eggs baskets for her students.
It was near Easter and she was driving to the ballroom to set up for the party.
Now, Mrs. Peacock was angry.
She had brought a rope to use to tie up the hole in the hutch.
Her prize bunnies were escaping, her best sales were during Easter time.
She needed to secure the hutch so that no rabbits would escape.
Mrs. Peacock put a wrench in her purse to secure the bolts on the hutch.
Well nobody knows what really happened next, they can only surmise.
All they know is the rabbit was lying in a pool of Easter eggs and baskets.
Three cars were totaled in the accident, all of the women died.
What was peculiar was what else they saw.
A wrench,a rope, and a knife, were found at the scene.
No one had a clue as to where, how, or why?
In the meantime, Professor Plum was in the Library with the revolver.
2-27-13
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