Ana Poems

Red Banner, No Quarter

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

When I Tattled on Ana

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!

Wanted: A piece of me

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

Walls ana wails

WALLS AND WAILS

I am confined within these four walls
For far too long and pray a wall falls
And the guns jam with wardens asleep
As I take a walk of freedom, a leap
To a new world without guns and guards.

But I have fallen in love with my tiny bed
And my thin smelly blanket that I wed
I have

Ana

Ana is a nickname used by those with anorexia. For some, it's a "superior" way of life. For others, it's a way to belong. Ultimately, it's a life ruled by fear; whether it's ever faced or forever denied. 

If you suffer from an eating disorder, please try to get help. No one wants to see

Ana Crostic Ode

some poetic forms can read sO
either,front or backwarD
will make an odE

Santa Ana Wind

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

Santa Ana Reclaimed

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,

A Letter About My Friend Ana

A letter about my friend Ana

She stood tall, skeletal, and proud
Her glowing locks choking those that were drawn too close,
Her blinding smile removing the vision of anyone who dared to smile back
She scared me,
But being scared is better than not feeling at all
And having someone is better than having no one,
So I followed her. 

One

Ana

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

I Am Danu

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

Ana

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

Pro Patria Mori

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

Ana

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

I Hate Ana Maria

I hate so much Ana Maria
she should go to North Korea!
Her crap comes so naturally
she's unconscious of her speech!
And she is really really so fat
That whales sing "fat family"
when she goes to the beach
I had to tell you that! 

I hate so much Ana Maria
she should go to North Korea!
She has no friends, no wonder

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