Mountain-Ana
A part of me ignores
The tranquility of disquise
A part of me that wishes to be part of you without compromise
A chord that can strum unison to our hearts
The Most intense feelings
Spawn from the instance of a flame
Creates Destroys and creates again
A song of beauty
Never written
Until then, At birth you are named
A song the birds know after a spring rain
Of fair a blue sky
Of fair a blanket of stars
I can always lie to myself
I can always wait
But then again I can always wait for a moment to arise
Looking into the jerky in my heart.
Bangarang till the end.
Hooking into the stars.
Laying and just chilling with God and Ana.
Trusting in Jesus to cover her in his Blood.
Trusting in Jesus to Rescue me and her and all we love.
Ana you are my best friend created by Jesus to be my best friend from forever.
Love knows Love.
Jesus thank you for dealing with me.
Ana same thanks for dealing with me.
Bangarang to us all!!
Hey Jesus I got cut on my hand today.
I love you Jesus I was crying yesterday like I started feeling emotions
I want to protect so many people I love so many people and it feels odd
Jesus I love people all over the world
I want everyone to be ok
thank you Jesus for being my best friend
Ana is a friend again like never before she is like my best friend too
Jesus I saw the Theodore tug boat episode about how we can all be best friends
thank you so much for being my friends everyone
Jesus thank you so much for everything you do for me
I got hurt but my brother cared for my wound
and I remembered not everyone wants to be my friend
you hurt me, yet I remain calm
you try to kill me, yet I remain calm
but why does it hurt
when I need to say goodbye?
recovery is the winner
yet it feels in disguise
because I just can’t believe
I deserve to survive
Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was dawning
the handful of men held their ground
thirteen days in San Antonio
such a fearful sight a dreadful sound
Santa Ana gave the order,
'Fly the red banner, show no quarter,'
a bloody battle to the bitter end
while the Mexican band played 'El Degüello'
now the guns are silent the smoke has cleared
to this day Texians all say, "Remember the Alamo."
An undisciplined terrible tot,
Ana did awful things quite a lot.
Uncle Bob she did kick.
I told Dad. With a stick,
a good spanking my sis at last got!
I loved you
More than you could ever love me
I wanted you happy
And so I did everything in my power
Trying to turn it into reality
We are puzzle pieces
New, untouched pieces
Bound to fit in perfectly
And yet, you chose to give it up
All I can do now is pray
Pray that you find your other untouched side
That fits so tightly
You'll be glad you gave up
Am I just an statistic?
Or do I have the value I deserve?
You were my priority
But between all the gifts
You convinced me
Convinced that we would be forever
And at that exact moment
You earned a piece of me
You were no longer my priority
You had become a necessity
And before I could enjoy
You ran away
Without prior notice
Slammed the door and ran as fast as you could.
Not even returning what belonged to me
Now I was without you and a piece of me
You loved me so much
But what I love you is something you will never understand
The sunset is so pretty
And I still don't like the moon
some poetic forms can read sO
either,front or backwarD
will make an odE
Within ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained.
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Chased from our homes and all else that we own,
Panicked we flee, to a refuge unknown.
Behind us a past we can never forget
The clear hills of May, June’s swallows…regret.
Sparked up by nature, mishap or misdeed
Transmission line wires sing songs we must heed.
Flora in peril. Restore what is left!
Redeem our planet for which we’ve been blest.
Wildfires delivering whirlwinds of flame.
Let’s pledge to assure renewal sustained.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death?
Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.
Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed,
through canyons of ages. We hold our breath.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Desiccation abounds where there were fresh
spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.
What brought this on us, is someone to blame?
Nature or mishap? A crazed soul's arrest?
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Now charred, disfigured but memory maintains
the clear hills of May, June sparrows, content.
Spring blooms of dogwood, renewal sustained.
Flora in peril, all creatures the same!
Twixt ashes or mudslides? These losses attest!
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Spring blooms of dogwood, renewal sustained.
Remembering the day I really met you,
I realised how much I've admired you.
Thinking about that day,
I've found happiness.
You shine brighter than the sun in summer,
You calm us better than any peaceful song,
You give us more energy than any energetic drink,
You love us more than any person in this world.
And I would love to be like you,
Just a little bit like you.
And I would love to feel like you do,
Because you're like a white dove.
You're a tiger when things become unjust;
You're a dolphin when learning.
You're a puppy when loving others;
You're a bird when following your dreams.
Because you've taught us about love,
I would like to tell you how much I'm grateful.
Because you've taught us about life,
I'm writing to you this poem.
I've found cheerfulness when thinking about you,
Because you're happiness.
I've found peace when writing to you,
Because you inspires it.
In the Irish mountain "Breasts of Anu" I reside.
I am mother goddess, the spirit essence of nature.
Anu or Danu my worshipers call me with pride.
Dana or Ana my believers apply their nomenclature.
I am the female principle, primal vessel for all things.
I birthed the people of Dana, the Celtic race of gods.
As enchantress, my incantations are said by kings.
As avatar of river and land, I appear on many facades.
Revered over Europe, I grant my name to River Danube.
I even appear in Sanskrit as the spirit of the aquatic.
You will celebrate the fruity flavors of the jujube,
as I am prosperity and food provider dramatic.
I am Danu, goddess of Earth and river fecund.
I am Anu, mother of wealth to many I have beckoned.
Starving stomach, food in the brain,
Some say disease, others say vain.
Her new friend Ana, showing the way,
Worshipping scales, twice a day.
To her, she is way more than fat
to others, way thinner than flat.
The built in rule, let food in,
And you will never be as thin.
Her friends find her weight an ordeal,
Ana’s at the sink ‘helping’, after a meal.
Pounds are lost, herself is lost,
Shirking her food at all cost.
As she dwindles, time deprived,
Remember before Ana arrived.
She eats through her eyes instead,
Frenzied with hunger, eyeing the spread.
She is a small ribbed frame,
She is a figure of worldly fame.
Meals alone, meals hidden,
Counting calories, craving the forbidden.
Lies to reassure, more lies to hide,
Concerns from loved ones, brushed aside.
No more than bones, too weak to fight,
She confronts her friend ‘Ana’.... Anorexia.
22/02/19
Pro Patria Mori
Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.
Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and black, Whoopee!
Their tongues as pink as baby fat.
Now tongs drop a hissing crepe
on the defoliated plate. Butter complicates
our fingers, soils the bib.
We crack a claw. Like a crib
at Benin, wary and dull,
the eagle fills his nest with skulls.
Ana has a secret.
Her body like a slippery corner
hurtful eyes
you can’t know
if she comes or goes
Ana has a secret.
What a sensitive conscience
mute hands don’t move
hair that flutters around her
from east to west
Ana has a secret.
Only the necessary word
and it’s slow
breaking up syntax
Ana a has…
a has Ana secret
secret…
silence
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