Long Governess Poems
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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
In a Mother’s hand
You will find patience
Perseverance and dedication
The ability to look past imperfection
In a Mother’s hand
You will find courage
Strength and understanding
An acceptance of responsibility
In a Mother’s hand
You will find discipline
Advice and encouragement
A need to provide guidance
In a Mother’s hand
You will find love
Compassion and generosity
A place of protection
In a Mother’s hand
You will find pride
Honor and integrity
A governess of principles
In a Mother’s hand
You will find a reflection
Of all her hopes and dreams
And the sacrifices she made
In a Mother’s hand
You will find the hand of a child
Naive to the worth of
A Mother’s hand
Until
A child’s hand is within their own
Form:
Allie was her own person, so the rest of the galaxy leapt back.
They knew she could take care of herself with her platinum swords.
She was quicker and stronger and mightier, that the rest of the pack.
Eventually she became their leader after much discussion and words.
The argument was that she was too exotic, too crazed, too wild.
She would jump into the fray and decimate every man but not child.
It was weird the way her blue topaz and light pink ruby lit her way.
They were always in her presence all through each and every fray.
The men were intimidated because of her ruthlessness and daring.
They jumped back and held off, not understanding her weird caring.
She carted the girls and boys home, to raise them as her own.
Letting them feast with her father, the king on the throne.
At first, the king also thought his daughter Allie had gone a little bit mad
But that was before he began to learn from the children about all of their sad.
He got them a governess, and he too suited up for battle to kill and to fight
Kingdoms who did not take care of their children, for it was simply not right.
If I had been a governess, I would have been paid.
Maybe a pittance, maybe a penny, maybe in francs or yen.
Who knows?
If I had been a race car driver, I would have been revered
By my pit crew, I would have made them laugh as I left
The others in the dust, as I lapped around, refusing to
Wear my helmet. Varoom! Varoom!
If I had been a princess, I would have been bored, talking
Politely, wearing gloves to tea, learning dreary protocols,
My life not my own, a slave really.
Let me out of here!
But if I had been a pirate, I would have been daring and
Dashing. My crew would have adored me. They would have
Been terrified of my terribleness. I missed my chance.
Dang it!
I'm Mark Labbett, ' The Beast '.
I love a mighty feast.
I feed on fear
And then I cheer,
" With me, the show's complete! "
I'm ' The Governess ' Anne Hegerty.
A.K.A. " Old Knickers a Frosty ".
I'll watch you wriggle and squirm
While you recall what you've learned...
Let's see who can escape from me!
I'm Jenny, ' The Vixen ' Ryan,
Don't like to send contestants cryin'.
I'm the Bolton lass
Who brings some class
To The Chase. And I'm not lyin'!
I'm Irish. I'm clever. I'm kind.
But beware, I can play with your mind.
My name's Darragh Ennis,
Pet name's ' The Menace '
Never dreamt I'd be known UK wide.
I'm a doctor, comedian and smart.
I fulfill my roles like an art.
But ' The Sinnerman's ' face
Is quiz genius on The Chase.
To pick my best moments, where to start?
Never underestimate a lawyer...
I'm also ' The Dark Destroyer '
I'll make your heads spin
With my glorious win
And this will really annoy ya!
My dear contestants, you are strong.
Don't want to see you put a foot wrong!
If you're on your knees
I'll put you at ease...
I am with you - " All day long "
I was given an invitation to the birth of the fairy
Princess
Who was born in the meadow on a full moon
Who would be the one to steal my heart.
The Queen and King let me in to their wilderness.
I was filled with a grateful thankfulness
For I was going to see their beautiful sweetheart.
I was given an invitation to the birth of the fairy
Princess
This event healed my brokenness.
My heart had been torn apart.
The Queen and King let me in to their wilderness.
I cried when the Queen nodded to the governess
Who brought to me a human to hold in my arms
Their precious work of art.
I was given an invitation to the birth of the fairy
Princess
This gave me a clearsightedness.
I realized that the hole death brings by taking a
Loved one doesn't mean I have to have a flint
Heart.
The Queen and King let me in to their wilderness
During my mournfulness.
They made me a family member who would be
Able to take an active part.
I was given an invitation to the birth of the fairy
Princess
The Queen and King let me in to their wilderness.
Louise was the bird caller girl
Started when she was two
An accidental meeting with a cardinal
Then a robin and two bluebirds
Pretty soon wrens and swallows were circling her stroller
What is it with these birds? Asked her governess
Her mother was determined to keep the family secret
Her great-great-great-grandmother had been a bird caller.
Birds of prey, water birds, even hummingbirds sought her out.
They hoped this talent would not come back to their family.
Yet, here it was in the form of little Louise
Louise was surrounded by birds all of her life
She took them to church, to school, and to the library
The librarians used to try to shoo them away
They finally had a special hat cage built for Louise
So, she can come in and read books, without being distracted
It is the best they can do for this automatic bird caller.
Did you see the way Debbie was winking at me last night.
That wasn’t winking, her eyes were rolling in disgust.
No, it was definitely come on eyes.
My God, you got arrested at the altar for bigamy, why the hell would she come on to you.
I didn’t realise I was married, I mean, who the hell thinks a guy dressed as Elvis and a Marlon Monroe lookalike could possibly marry you.
Two months in prison wasn’t enough for you.
I actually learned quite a lot in prison, do you know the prison governess let me work under her.
Tell me you didn’t propose to her.
Of course, I didn’t, though I wouldn’t have minded, she does live in a lovely big house.
How do you know she lives in a big house.
That’s where I served my sentence, it was a sort of house arrest.
I honestly can’t believe what I’m hearing, I mean, how the hell do you do it, do women just feel sorry you.
I’ve got a big heart. So, if you don’t mind texting Debbie and asking her for a date on my behalf.
No problem, actually can’t wait to get the reply. Here goes. Oh, and here’s the reply. ‘’Tell that lying cheating bastard I wouldn’t go out with him if he was the last man on earth.’’ I think that speaks volumes, don’t you.
Fantastic.
What’s fantastic.
So you didn’t see the hidden meaning in that text.
My God, do you know I actually commit people like you, you are utterly delusional.
Text her back and ask her if she wants rage sex.
You are stark raving mad, I really should have you locked up for your own safety.
A Thousand pounds say I’m right, Mr smart Psychiatrist.
A thousand pounds, right, you’re on. Here goes, again. Okay you’ve got twenty minutes to get to her house before the rage wears off.
Fantastic, oh if you don’t mind putting that money into my account, one will need it for the champagne and oysters to get our strength back for the night session.
I am going down to my office, and I’m going to pull every diploma off the wall and smash them to bits. I am then going to commit myself into the mental asylum, cos I just don’t know what the hell happened there.
I’m Virgo, playing music tranquilly
in this self-portrait. The clavichord I chose.
It denotes fine education; the black clothes
I'm wearing prove I value chastity.
Dark as a shadow, to the left of me
is the face of my governess, which shows
I am dutiful. My face fairly glows -
lit with love for the arts and poetry!
See me in this latter portrait, still in black,
a high collar at my neck. A strange disguise
my face is now; I'm nearly taken aback
to see my sagging jowls! How dim my eyes,
and how thin my lips! But never did I lack
for love! I have lived long and have grown wise.
*Sofonisba Anguissola, who called herself Virgo, lived
from 1532 to 1625. She was a female artist known
for her great grace and modesty. I chose to write of
her using the Petrarchan Sonnet to honor her Italian heritage.
The two self-portraits described are from when she
was both young and old. I thought it interesting to
see how she changed with the years. If you copy and
paste my link, you will see several self portraits from
her youth and the two on the bottom are probably
close to when she was in her 90’s!
Please see http://bjws.blogspot.com/2013/01/1500s-woman-artist-sofonisba-anguissola.html
Is life itself merely a matter of perspective?
Does cogitation dwarf the poet's reflexive?
If only my words could spread across the paper.
Build a punter world faded from a barren taper.
Has tied together details with his utterance.
This ringed world is bathed in such radiance.
There, as it blazed, the finest fury was sown.
The glories of lofty notions must be shown.
His clever mind shows words to shove.
The fading sun's beams, the genesis of love
Spur one's heart to beat with goodness.
The globe's first torn-and-wrung governess
Or daydreams when yield is in full flow.
The width of this real mental orbit grows.
the same as in this busy, boisterous space.
My mind rises, free of servitude in place.
It might happen with each passing year.
My name, my life, and my manner endear.
And amid the dust of a poet's silent rest,
Maintain contact with the wise and best!
Exert one obedient deed in one fading hour.
Or heal a fading face with a genuine flower.
My lines are fortunate despite a tight scope.
for their nimble date, on the apex and slope.
Still, this verse is my finest leisure option.
It follows a sly path across the attraction.
One time only, deny a brood urge to revive.
Chase only a sigh or lull a worry not alive.
From brick and frame to flowery blitheness.
Our walks have bred humility and forgiveness.
While conversing, I softly stroked your face.
He commands us to protect this holy place!
Written: February 04, 2023