Anderson Poems - Poems about Anderson

Ian Scott Anderson as a flautist loved to have fun in prog. rock he wasn’t dull and gave us Jethro Tull ...

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Woodsman on a prowl Sneaking around like an owl Noticing innocents getting a fright Watchman you are a good knight Defending partiers in a plight Battling a monster in a murderous fight Erich you guarded them all Despite the rainfall Where thunder clapped Lightning snapped Spotlighting your heroic stage Heralded by the girls maturing in age...

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There once was an old car that was quite spry, It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh. Its engine would wheeze On the road, with such ease Yet, if I now had such car, I would be pleased Newer models are no match for a car of that batch A real classic- though rusty-'neath the sky!...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low. Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze. With eyes full of kindness and words like a song She saw through the...

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With integrity under fire recant and You'll be labled liar.' There are riots On the streets now' parades about The middle east, sad-guy just counts Up the fines, he gets from, his u l e z Low down feats, its not because he's Muslim..' or the mayor that gives them Room.? Just one thought an earlier Britian never lived within such gloom.'...

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Rod Andersons Speech, ...

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The road to you was torture. The first fourteen years of my life I walked on glass shards, Swam with blood thirsty sharks, Crawled on hot embers, Walked on a tightrope over a cliff. I had no idea what my destination was But I prayed every night that it would be soon. Then I met you. And suddenly it was all worth it. I...

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There's no prescription needed for what we all can clearly see For Dane and Katie, long ago, found loves most affectionate glee Their match was made to stand forever, more than the test of time This clock is wound for eternity, a life of matrimony, it will chime It's hands like their hands perpetually, inexplicably willed to entwine So let...

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He is Anderson Dan, A Man U Fanatical fan; Only five minutes ago, To Hell did go ... Indeed, nearly mad ran, Man U supposing in some frying pan, Having Chelsea’s thrust lifted a ban; In a match Chelsea had been A Titan, Easily to Man U telling “I can” And once again “That Chelsea can”. Bamboozled Anderson Dan, Had to forget his being a Man: “Oh!”...

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l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house badly damaged. The Anderson Shelter. Shards of glass and splintered wood and...

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WHY MR ANDERSON WHY The underdog, none new under the sun For the top dogs, there we see Miss Ferguson Doing the homespun trying to go nuts Furiously livid like she had a blunt Exeunt, is where she directs him And stares at Mr Anderson as he slowly walks away Why Mr Anderson why Personified, he wonders why To say good-bye, he can’t...

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(this poem was inspired by the three word title, which was stamped upon a vintage typewriter platen that I recently purchased.) Karen Anderson is… stamped upon my platen, forever to be seen. I wonder what she thought, and where she's been? Perhaps she typed her own name, thinking only later on, that no one might quite find her, with no paper drawn...

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PINK PINK PINK painting PINK In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model Clara had her breasts removed Long before Pink was beloved Bravely faced the doctors knife Mother’s friend and navy wife Clara danced on 30 years Battled pain Laughed through tears And her paint brush Carried on Splashed her color Like a song...

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I'll be your Bonnie if you'll be my Clyde Together we'll swim out against the tide. I'm your queen and you are my king. I can't describe the joy you bring. My best friend ever and the love of my life. I want nothing more than to be your wife. You get me like nobody has before. You're my lover and so...

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I'm writing a love letter filled with emotion Just to show you my extreme devotion These words I write are soft and true With pen and paper I'll get to you You won't know what hit you when I'm done You will want to finish what I've begun I'm thinking of all the words so sweet To send to you and knock...

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