Long Nanny Poems

A good time was had by all at
Mother Daughtry's. The next 
Day Damian was in his usual 
Mood with Molly in her cozy
But large room. He layed on her
Bed she layed on top of him.
"Hmm,"...

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Unidentified extraterrestrial(s) willingly abducted me

As a divergence 
from the apocalyptical, dialectical, 
geomorphological, judgmatical, 
metaphorical, philosophical...,
I share an out of this 
(webbed wide) world,
light hearted anecdote 
ye may find far fetched.

Believe me you,
an unspecified number of...

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October  2051

Damali and  Desharah celebrated her birthday with Sedanah
Born on the same date one year apart. "Thank you both
And thanks Seda for being older than me!"  "No problem 
Cousin. She played footsie...

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Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,... 

a willing experimental subject 
to escape untenable married life.

Upon falling into a deep slumber, 
the following subconscious 
somnambulant scenario arose 
allowing, enabling, and providing 
temporary alleviation from 
outa harried...

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Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one...

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Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears...

of diverse and sundry sizes engaged 
in woebegone wild rumpus
as a last hoorah 
for diversity, equity and inclusion,
whose somber bowed heads
(hide their snickers
just a kiss away)
their backsides mimicked 
tufted heavenly...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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Days passed, and became weeks.
Weeks became months. Soon it
Was June. "Everybody in the pool!"
All the kids communed. Molly and 
Dolly joined, in the cool blue zest.
The children answered the heat
With all day swimming relays.
Dolly and...

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Whar art thou dame of my dream?

Eagerness readily overtakes me prior 
to succumbing to nightly slumber. 

Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed 
adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards  
from one hundred –...

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I lay awake in that dark hour and was reflecting on my life
From all the travelling I had done to the breakup with my wife
I was an architectural painter and was very successful too
And after...

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How did my Nanny know of the horrors that went on in our home?  Was it the palpable fear in my eyes, or her heavenly instinct?  Today, I believe she had a divine...

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abuse, age, discrimination, health, introspection, lonely, old,

Customs To Getting Old  ©


There are very ingrained customs noted when getting old
Getting accustomed to old age is not one of them
One has to be blessed with 65...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to start motherhood!

NOT FOR CONTEST

WRITTEN on 27TH August 2016 BY JAN...

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I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.

Never minding Mother's ecological...

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Only the Real OG's will remember. 
All of these old movies are from back in the day.
Some of you will remember and some of you won't have a clue of what I am talking about.
Let's...

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It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally...

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Another day
Another mass shooting
?Another incident
of domestic terrorism
?another gun man
killing people
because just because?
The NRA ?And their stooges?
Come out?
Flood the airways
With their noxious
Poisonous weasel words
?The NRA says
Mass shootings? 
Are like the weather
?You can’t control them
You can’t predict...

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[This is an advanced version of a poem
that I wrote on the 5th of February 
2008,
titled "The 15th of June" in
commemoration to my late 
Grandmother,
Jane Mvula]
_______An Ode To My Grand(Mother)__ 
______
15 June 1918, was when...

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Mary had a little lamb, everyone knows that's true
But Mary loves all pets so, she’s added on a few.
What Mary Had
Mary had a little frog, he went with her to school
Teacher said he can't come...

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They come around and preach to us,
tell us all how to live,
you should eat this, but don’t eat that,
this one you should sleep with,
buying this product makes you good
amongst the Church of Woke,
buying that makes...

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Christian has been a privileged child with his own bedroom and toys

To build mighty mansions and palaces strongholds turrets and dreams 

Sometimes fantasy figures in a world that was powerful only for some


‘It teaches the...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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She smirked 
With a remarkable resemblance 
To Miranda Richardson 
Playing Elizabeth the First

Just as soon as I can bump off 
My new Sister-in-Law
Korporate Kate 
That two bit Sloan 
It shall be I who is 
Next...

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Riding through the walls of my brain.
A non-perfect symphony 
Slides through the edges of my hand.
Did we forget?

Sengbe Pieh:
Bound by blood and sweat.
Your fate was doomed the day you were born.
Sold out by one of...

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Allan leaned back in his chair as he munched
on a piece of bread at the small cafe,
he daydreamed idly as he sat there,
his wife Janet was again running late.

He didn’t mind, since he had the...

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