Best Scrubbed Poems

Alas, hordes of ravenous relatives from very far and even near,

Won't be celebratin' at dear old Grandma's bountiful board this year,

Since the corona virus pandemic...

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How many souls live on the edge,
Between the gutter and the ledge?

A hopeless fear crawls in their gut,
Each day, another endless rut.

The moments pass profoundly...

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Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have...

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Eight decades and a half "young" is my mom.
Nine years and half a century am I.
How quickly I have aged gives me a qualm,
but one...

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Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
                  ...

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A Little Boy is
	Jelly on his face
	Dirt under his nails
	A patch on his knee
	String trailing from 
	One pocket and
	A frog in the other

A little boy...

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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself...

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My father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed...

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When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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Pippa, sans slipper,loves causing a fight
She dampened Kate's spotlight,inviting her spite
Pip's lured a  royal bastard, without much invite
And smiles sly and alluring, to the...

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There was a place I used to know,..
where summer evenings 
spoke in long shadows that were heard by the sun
blending dark into light
Where sweet grass,...

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A chambermaid whose name is Marlia
Had the most terrible diarrhoea
Whilst scrubbing a loo
She needed to pooh
Poop flowed freely from her posterior


It splattered on the newly...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining...

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repentance again

old women kneel in pews
dotted about the shadowed church
black splotches they float
among the incense clouds.
faces waxen like the flicker candles
raised, softened, in the stained...

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