R-unning
H-our
E-ventually
A-nticipates
A-ll
N-ew
D-ays,
R-eadily
E-xpecting
S-hadows
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rhea L. Andres)
It sure was fun to write these
Each and every day
Nine hundred posts here not for you
That's quite a few I'd say
"Then who", you'd ask, "was meant to be
The subject of all these?
Andres, were they really for
Some lady overseas?"
And I would say to you, "My dear,
For her they were indeed!
Now tell me, do you like it living
There on Lake Annecy?"
As long as ink is in my pen
I'll write bouquets galore
And post them for you while you sleep
"Bonjour, mon amour"
Your skin glows like the avocado, blossoms talent as the cherry blossom in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, Andres.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your soft sweater that I carry into the twilight of starbeams and hold next to my mouth.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my hand falls from your fingers, I am reminded of your smile.
In the hushed, I listen for the last rain of the spring.
My heated brain breathes inside my spirit. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret heart so that we may talk as one, brain to brain, in search of the glorious black sensual bed of love.
I wish that you could read these
Like other people do
But you don't know these poems exist
You haven't any clue
See Andres has a penname
Who writes quite differently
Unlike the poems Andres writes
He writes cathartically
He keeps these poems from your eyes
So you won't have to know
How much sometimes he's hurting
But cannot tell you so
His longing gets expressed in rhymes
In ways you can't know of
What happened though was not a crime
He simply fell in love
The sweetest voice I ever heard
Belongs to you, pretty Bluebird
Someday will you sing for me?
My name sung to a melody
That you make up, one all your own
That's just for me and me alone
Vanilla rose would be its scent
The Kiss its art equivalent
If you do, through happy tears
I'll love you for a thousand years
And yours I'll be until the day
My final breath takes me away
Natalia Andrea Larranaga Fajardo
Here lies one who died pitifully
She would have sought anonymity,
But publicity stole away her privacy
She threw herself off a ship at sea.
Trying to salvage her favorite flip-flops
And got sucked into the vessel’s props.
Written December 4, 2022
[as reported by San Andres, Colombia
newspaper on November 27, 2022]
M-ysterious
E-pidemic's
I-nvisible
R-isk
E-mploys
L-ink
L-etting
E-eriness
S-nowball
A-s
N-asty
A-nd
N-otorious
D-isease
R-abidly
E-ndangers
S-ociety
Topic: Birthday of Meirelle San Andres (May 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-equired
H-ygiene
E-rases
A-trocious
A-ilment
N-eatly
D-efeating
R-abid
E-pidemic's
S-pread
Topic: Birthday of Rhea L. Andres (May 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-espite trials, let love stay alive,
A-llowing it to make it through;
B-e faithful and devoted,
O-beying God who orders
Y-ou.
&
N-ever go separate ways,
Y-ou must be united to survive;
M-arriage is created by God,
F-orever let love stay
A-live.
Topic: Anniversary of Daboy & Nymfa Andres (March 22)
N-ame
Y-ields
M-eaningful
F-ine
A-crostic
A-s
N-ice
D-elight
R-elieves
E-motional
S-orrow
Topic: Birthday of Nymfa R. Andres (July 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The famous guitarist Segovia
Was able to strum high and lowvya
With acclaim; so he did
Till his death in Madrid—
And his records continue to moveya.
July 18, 2019
Isaac Albéniz's Asturias, Three Versions, Three Instruments
I
By Andres SEGOVIA, guitar, 2006
Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
Man lopes up mast-pole
And finds no maiden fair
Who mimes his Asturian air
II
By Andronicus, piano version
Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain
Man bikes up mountain
And espies masts far from there
Biscay Basques back with wares rare
III
By Florin Croitoru, violin-solo
Man runs up belfry
Man runs up belfry
Man runs up belfry
To count sinners in every square
Come to keep their bosoms bare
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
In Andres City where my feet grew up
Ancestral house draped nights mildly beaming,
I retrace childhood with gazes, non-stop
Where pillow fights turned into hushed dreaming.
Strange, most oak trees now ripped by skylines
And the fountains... oh gone for young tugs-of war;
Where siblings rushed on for afternoon pastimes
Till Mom called for dinner through doors, afar.
Sketching the old plaza of teenage fun
My shoes roams, this scene now a memory;
Trimmed with fiestas-- dances I rerun,
Embracing the girl and adult in me.
I look and absorb, for the moon will set
Never exactly as it hangs low tonight...
And though my heart sinks, it will not forget
Each moment which lives within--ever bright!
Contest: Landscapes and Towns Contest
5/2/2017
Your little one is on her way
To change your world from night to day
To show you how to laugh and play
Your little one is on her way
Your little one will bring delight
She’ll keep you up all through the night
She'll cry then coo till morning light
Your little one will bring delight
Your little one will bring you joy
You thought at first she’d be a boy
She’ll make her Dad her little toy
Your little one will bring you joy
Your little one will bring you love
She’s sent to you from up above
She'll bring you peace, this Heaven’s Dove
Your little one will bring you love
Your little one is God’s own child
On both of you, heaven has smiled
So teach her to be meek and mild
Your little one is God’s own child
Eileen Manassian
I wrote this poem this morning and read it at a baby shower for Naty Acuna, a good friend of mine from Argentina. Andres, her husband, is the University chaplain and men's dean. Naty is the women's dean. We are blessed to have them at Middle East University. They have come as missionaries. Yes, they will have a baby girl. They will name her Emma. :)
Frankie
Human, Virago, Poet, Dreamer
Mothers Raisha Therese and Joaquin Andres
Lover of butterflies, opals and tulips
Who feels loneliness, strength and hope
Who fears failure, heights and drowning
Who would like to see Europe, heaven and recognition
Resident of Manila, Philippines
Torrelavega
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