Long Scullery Poems

Happy shiny tummy courtesy...I REM ember in place of stipend

An appetizer, essentially an
out of this world guacamole
quasi Neptune salad,
regarding self taught cook
earning prized counterpart
five Michelin stars,
when the missus artfully, carefully,
cannily, decorously, deftly,
and happily prepared
earlier today...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his...

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Is this world made only for males?
Even History talks about 'His' Story only,
But I am the creator,
The creator should rule her creations,
I am the Master of this magnificent world,
Not a slave or serf to the...

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Even if yours truly could repeat every grade...

Without fail, I would flunk preschool
farcical scenario aside
truthfully, metaphorically, emphatically
resigned to life as replayed
male live violent scullery maid
forced to spend existence locked
within veritable grotesque
dragon filled dungeon paid

existential dues...

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I was born in 1943
in a rural backwater safe from the bombs
also a safety net still akin to the 19th century.
Neither electricity nor gas
only an old oil lamp and candles for comfort.
The luxury of the...

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I have always lived in this house.
Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember.
From parlour to pantry there were once rugs
from Persia and Minton tiles of cherry in the halls.
Now the boards are decayed and...

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Hitler, the artist

It is Christmas Eve, and the TV has nothing to offer
but sentimental tunes and the endless stories of how
a rich man became nice and gave a poor family
succor for the evening.
I wonder what...

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cluelessly asking for a clue                              ...

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Her Mam did for the rich Wool toffs, 
   days chocka block with chores.
Her fella was a plazzy gent— 
   A few jars opened doors.
								
 A proper jarg johnny he used;
...

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I hesitate for a moment outside the rod iron gates;
sensing behind those castle doors, a long past life awaits,
within those many mortared walls, rising high above the lake,
as my breath begins to quicken and my...

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the long day and Hitler

It is Christmas Eve the TV has nothing to offer but sentimental 
crap, where the rich rescue a Christmas for the poor and everyone 
in the park and sing while bells...

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Broremann, the farmer worker. 

Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann 
had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness
to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a churn...

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Its the breathing of relax ! which mingle mixes beneath the roof of tamping rain drops, beyond the road salt stained glass, i know ! Its cold, of passing wheels, at early o'clock and the...

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Dedicated to Gregory Barden who is likewise
a fan of “The Ghost and Mrs. Muir”

THE CATCH OF THE DAY

Like an Amazon queen with falcon feathers climbing
looking down the steep decline
at the turn of the century.

This modern...

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It could be true 

 I often wonder if there is a secret plot.
If the virus was human-made to reduce the number
of people living in poverty, and the old?
The minorities who live in inadequate cold...

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The Dragonbone Chair

Mr Williams that's the guy, first name Tad
Wrote an epic story about a little lad
A layabout, a scruff, a hero in the making
In a time when elven magic is awaking

Though he labours in...

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There was a time
I saw my mother's hands and
noticed quite a difference
between hers and mine
hers were fine
soft and smooth
with lovely nails, refined

While mine-
so rough and dried
no lotion could soothe or hide
the blisters and the callouses
while...

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Dearest Soul of a Woman,

We are not to be confused of wants, of needs,
of desire 
what sits upon the tip of tongue
dancing autonomously in the wind
but still
tethered to a branch
not old, not young
waiting for release,...

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The Female and The Cross
I have borne children
Who kick and climb and some who lay
Along my branches like a sleepy panther
Watching for prey
Some curl inside my womb
Whilst eating an iced creamy foam
Hiding from parents who...

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Hi, how are you today?
I’ve seen you since aeons
But never found any spur
To greet, peptalk, ask about your well-being
You shine eternally
Then sleep for the night
Again march ahead with your flash,
To enlighten even the darkest corner...

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A princess and a lake

There is a green valley with a waterfall in the back
Ground, well you get the picture, it also had a castle
Where the princess cried and cried, because
The prince had an affair...

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She rushed away and left me here last night,
Upon the steps she left me here last night,
Because the clock was chiming she took flight.
I saw her gown disappear into rags,
The sequined silk was now scullery...

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Eleanor looked down at St. Peter’s and smiled.
“More visitors today,” she reported.
Her angel mentor smiled.

A scullery maid in life, 
Dead at the age of forty-four,
Eleanor had never suspected she would become famous

Best day of my...

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[Continued from previous episode.]

…on my third Cold War deployment
Patrolling the South China Sea,
Having many good reasons to be there,
Though no one’d explained them to me.

The mess cooks were dishing out mid-rats.
I was Mess Deck Master-at-Arms.
The...

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The hotel room in St. Asaph (Wales), was damp
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed a woman 
Snored, and from the depth of my...

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