Long Mealtimes Poems

THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives to form the...

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Stand awed with spirit, soul, and body--- pause.
Physical, chemical, and biological laws
obey God's commands, the trees with applause.

The Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost
bear record in heaven, first and foremost.
His created works speak also,...

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A queue for the loo? is it nine minutes past two?
A windmill dashing to the sea. Ice cold waters in a monticule drip. Laced with the prevalent winds and sands. But sands are not sanding...

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It was the year 4250 and a very nice day. Grine who was well tanned and with long, dark flowing hair had just left his Mac, the warmth to his bedroom, on which he had...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know...

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Armitage Pod

Armitage Pod was a ‘cuddly’ cat
Who insisted on sleeping in the old bowler hat
His amplage cascaded right over the brim
Forming a blubble all around him.
He was big, he was bold and as fit as...

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HIS   WISH   TO   STOP  ZEBRAS  FISHING

Zebras you, Xavier, want very urgently to sit real quiet,
Pound over numberless  marine  liquid  kilometers just in haste, ...

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Memories dance across our minds 
Day to day memories surround
Stand and look at scenery that astounds 
Jolting us into times gone by. 

Family, closely followed by places you visit
Always with our forever friend. 
Other memories...

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You don’t even look back, as I stand here in the rain,
I can see your shoulders shake as you walk towards the train, 
In-my-mind I see your mother, your walk, your hair the same,
But it’s...

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Placed strategically close 
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens 
nourish generations of groundhogs.

Daily the grass is seeded 
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco, 

An elderly lady died last year. 
I see her at night,
as I take...

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2. START OF SCHOOL

The very first traumatic time for me, was when I started school
To be away from both my parents, and endure the teacher’s rule
In school when you’re a newbie, those early days, they...

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She is a lifeline in the blue-black of days
Curled on my lap, her sausage form rolls
All over the bed ... without guilt, without care;

Weenie girl Snickers likes to frolic 
In dim of night as ...

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In the year 2319, we can only imagine how and what life will be,
Will there still be families, or just a pooled incensed, breeding sea,
Of writhing, intoxicated humans, clocking in for their lunch hour,
Trying to...

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I go to the gym twice a week in a bid to lose my tum,
try and get some muscles and perhaps slim down my bum
all are a big incentive, though another one for me
are the...

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Working in a nursing home can be fun,
those darling old folks sure have me on the run,
like Mrs. Butt who says, I need to brush my boots,
or the nice old man, Huckerbee, who calls...

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Always later than I'd like, richness in their cells when ripe
Backberry with Apple pie delight, once to taste is not my style
I've also found them there, at times and whiles, and tasted also before 
I'm...

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I don’t know about you but I think it right
That kids should eat at the table, most every night.
Sit down with mum, sit down with dad
For these are the best memories you’ll ever have.

There will...

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Will He Ever Sleep.

I sleep in William Thompson’s room,
he moans and gurgles in the gloom,
I’m often woken with a start
to the deafening thud of my own heart.

Like me, William worked away,
we’d nod in passing when...

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Grandma is sleeping in her bed
one of her thin hands
lies on the quilt
with long, beautiful fingers 

Her bed is in an empty room
nobody there
except a young lady from the past
with long, beautiful fingers

Grandma can't speak...

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The Reaper looks ever so poorly
The Reaper looks ever so grim
But then it is hardly surprising
He really is terribly thin

With his job there’s no time for dinner
He looks like he’s dead on his feet
He really...

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for Grace Haven
1908 - 1998

Bits are all I have of Grandma now;
a table, a plate, a tall brown pitcher
that held buttermilk 
for more than one generation's mealtimes;
a vase, a painting, a miniature cup and saucer,
bought...

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