Long Pantries Poems

Date:  January  2046

8:45 am  in the Damian Domaine 
Some are sleeping some are peeping
What are we eating? Said Molly to
Dolly. "What ever we can?" She replied 
While still sleepy eyed checking
Supplies. So...

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Winter Weary
A rhyme that sends a winters “chill’.
With snow, not knowing where to start.
But as he’s had some time to “chill”. 
A fellow with a changing heart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~...

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I’ll never get over the pain of losing my sweet Rosie. Thank God I was able to hold her for a short while before she flew off to be an angel baby. I only allowed...

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The humble cockroach -

Survival of one wreath speck table insect,
(poll ease pod din me Elmer Fudd speak)
thus earning hardy laurels
nsync with inxs of standing kudos
ranking as bajillion year old species
scientific name: Periplaneta americana
(Linnaeus)  Insecta:...

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7/19/2019
This darkness is all I know, 
a widow's wardrobe of funeral clothes.
It hangs curtained under my eyes, 
the seed inside me grows allowing the little girl I was to die.

Insomniac sleep walking down the streets,...

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Fred has been working with an agency called Hunters for the Hungry for five years. During that time, his food bank has received thousands of pounds of venison to feed the poor. This year, however,...

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Death of I-Kons

In my life, I have seen many movies. 
I watched wonderful animation, 
tell stories that touched my heart, 
over the years of my life. 
Now they are stabbing the elusive
cartoons with sensor-driven remarks
and...

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You have been golfing your time away when
When your authority is dying and babies are crying 
You have been golfing your time away when there is
no coffee in the pantries, and no food on the...

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You know we’re very poor, of that we have certainly, never denied.
Then the ‘Obama-I-don’t-Care’ gave us another whammy, Yes, indeed! Oh My!
Now, it’s Peanut butter we will have for supper, and even that we’ll spread...

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Bar none, no shortage of soap shampoo, nor detergent

Courtesy food pantries
Saint Eleanor's Saint Mary's,
Our Daily Bread,
the missus and yours truly (her spouse)
well stocked with good n plenti of
soap, shampoo and detergent.

Spongebob squarepants
would be in seventh...

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Know your heart, know your soul
Hold on to the dreams that will make you whole
The criss and cross, the music and the lark
Watch out for the bogyman hiding in the dark 
My spirit is locked...

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" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)


Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are...

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Time in Flight!

Older people all tell us time's faster, it seems, 
When they think back to much younger days.
Is it true, something real, or just fanciful flight? 
Time in school (ask a fool)  would...

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"In times of need, the devil eats flies", an old folk wisdom, shared by Anne-Lise Andresen

Praise the frog who croaks on high,
whose legs propel him to the sky,
who sticks his tongue out at a fly...

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Prophetic year of the mushroom
Day one message: 
nuclear madness is on the bloom
Usher in the house of bedlam
into a R.S.V.P. underground shelter mansion,
settle into concrete bunker chairs 
for the half-shelf life walking dead
Winter black sky...

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Kids are rough.
They make my shoulders tired.
My eyes ruddy.
They make me 2nd, 
3rd, 4th guess myself.
All of reality is questioned
And I’m summoned for answers.
Constantly running out of juice.

The fridge and pantries are stuffed to the...

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To firefighters charging toward danger
     As people run the opposite direction
      To safety; literally walking through 
        Raging fire...

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It feels like hell to be stuck!

It feels overwhelmingly annoying not to know when to break out  of the cage, when captured like a beast against your will.

Set loose the chains of poverty, inferiority...

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Spreading out my blanket on the grassy hill,
The warm wind makes it dance in my hand.
My hair gently mingles with the summer breeze,
And my eyes seem to fondle this fair land.

Trees have greened and blanketed...

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Mellon balls, white and soft
Powder dropped from aloft
Cannon balled by little scamps
By such childish winter land camps

Stacked up high in twos and threes
Thin brown arms pulled from trees
The cool round shape is taking form
Crafted from...

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Post-coital Tristesse: 

Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do...

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So much effort
goes into feeling well...Man,
I’m exhausted! There’s nausea
from supplements, the squeak
and throb, Just One More Rep!~ exercising…
Man, I’m exhausted! 
              ...

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Don’t listen to that centipede. 
That’s not something you need.
Pay attention to the earth’s surface. 
Take a moment to look at their face. 

Don’t eat corn on the cob. 
It will make you sob. 
Just...

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THE HUNGER WITHIN

Deep within I feel this hunger
So eat, I must, and then no longer
Crave for food but grow much stronger
Make this hunger ease.

But the pangs; the pain, it lingers
Although I feast and lick my...

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We cousins looked forward to our summer holidays which were full of fun
Our barbaric guffaws were louder than the joys of any battle won
One was always on the run while another chased him with a...

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