I Am Anaya Poet Rhyme

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An analyst may ease troubled minds
A priest may save our souls
A physician may heal our bodies
We applaud such noble goals

An analyst may add to a mind’s despair
A priest may crush a trusting soul
A doctor may molest a body
Innocence takes a toll—R.G.

 “Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”—Unseeking Seeker

You may condemn yourself by judging, as you have sinned the same in error —Anaya

The Rebel

Silence may turn into storms, must I worry? 
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
from a peridot palace, this a fierce rage I bury
a populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner
you’ve not seen what is in store for us             
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
a polished persona of armor I tour
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather made for a championed goddess,
boots built for the march into Gehenna the Fiery
I don for harrowing heavenly causes

Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,       
while still he ruffled feathers and raised hell
Social butterfly aficionado
freed from her own platform adrift at bay
with the venerable she’ll find her self-apropos
phased in, time runs away 
phased out, booted by biology
Psychologist prescribe me found identity
I’ll do the same for you, if you plummet
Scholarly guru, judge me kindly
though if not of Jainist I don’t see how   

There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty 
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom 
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion 
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within

11:59 The doomsday door opening
the clock its tic an AI timer,
a hoax yells his lying tongue 
O denier, I mustn’t keep silent 
Moksha, can we revisit this later?  I admit
give me a bit more time to repent

Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples I walk error-free 
our veins spread outward, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight the king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call,  c o m e,  yet I stay 
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers, 
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing, 
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!

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CayCay Godwin September 22, 2026 at 4:27 PM I love how you write when your indignation feathers are ruffled and can't help but picture your fists clinched and the confidence in your stance - all that is in this poem's words and more. If a movie, your fierceness would, of course, also exude a primed, pumping sexuality. Surely, in some lifetime you were a warrior with actual weapons, now you are the weapon. (perhaps Viking), Can you tell I like this poem? I'll click it to prove it. I'd turn Viking in a second if AI could die - I'd Viking try. CayCay CayCay Godwin September 22, 2026 at 8:26 PM ".... WE MUST VIKING TRY ..." It's possible I'll occasionally giggle about that for days, love it I Am Anaya September 22, 2026 at 6:05 PM Such a thought provoking review, 🧐 Yes let there be sex 🪄 magic, we work hard, we play hard, we are Amazons..heehee love that Cay Cay. How about this " A Viking Warrioress Without A Cause" 🎬😂 in this case the cause AI🦿🦾 We must Viking try!!! Or it'll do us in. Thanks for a fun comment, made me smile. Hope you are well Miss poetess🌸 it's cooling down here, so happy ~

Robert Gorelick September 21, 2026 at 1:56 PM Thanks Anaya, for using my poem for your preamble! Your words demonstrate how worthy and necessary a rebel is when rebellion equals standing against injustice and cruelty. Marching bravely toward the enemy for a heavenly cause is to be commended. March on! These times call for solidarity. These are the times that will try our souls and demonstrate our firm resolve to hold true to the American dream of diversity and inclusion. Cheers, Robert I Am Anaya September 22, 2026 at 6:13 PM 👍🙌⚓️🗽We wouldn't be the new Patriots if we didn't standup with allies 💯 Robert Gorelick September 22, 2026 at 12:12 PM Thank you for collaborating with me on this most timely issue in American lives, fun time doing it! Like and fave. The clock is ticking⏲ 🫣 I Am Anaya September 21, 2026 at 6:10 PM Robert, surprise! When I first read your poem preambles before the chapters, this one in particular stood out to me, & they were all precious. It goes well with the corruption & the causes we fight for, the injustices in America. I shall!💪🗽Thanks for your support~ as we are the new patriots! True patriots defend DUE PROCESS FOR ALL👍 Autumn🍂blessings