Scullery Poems - Poems about Scullery

...Once upon a time over the hills and far away, near the sea there lived a viridescent princess. She gazed at the waves which seemed to appear so royal. Still, they have freedom that grace th......

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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; he thought hi’self r......

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...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......

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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......

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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 sh......

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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 chime......

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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......

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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 ......

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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 cream......

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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 spitting, in......

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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 col......

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...Some memories from childhood are hard to forget. I now remember one without regret. Our house never knew a lock. No need for anyone to ever knock. How strange then to find no entry at the fr......

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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 ......

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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 vi......

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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 d......

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