Anita Poems - Poems about Anita

Anita Page's image wore well, Rustling silk having carried her But beneath her celluloid gaiety And the nuance of her blonde curls. I sensed something more apposite The glint in her eye, Reminding me of a mood dance, Lasting deep into the scene. A fluid transition into interpretation, She felt the spoken word could not convey...

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She is keeping me up tonight. She’s done this lots of times. We tell each other we are friends. We know each other lies. We’re more than that, I want her bad, but to be good to me. I need her love, she could be enough; Maybe she could make me happy. I want to grow old with her, But my existence has become...

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I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned; By all accounts the rumors are true; The graffiti makes it seem so grande; Filled with copper and turquoise blue billboards have you longing to attend; In the French Quarter stories continue; St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well; Vampires perform in this fiendish hub, gothic striptease mixed with a carnival; More intense energy...

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Anita Page's image wore well, Rustling silk having carried her But beneath her celluloid gaiety And the nuance of her blonde curls. I sensed something more apposite The glint in her eye, Reminding me of a mood dance, Lasting deep into the scene. A fluid transition into interpretation, She felt the spoken word could not convey....

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Anita had her parents called aside To press my fervent case But had herself taken aside And shown its other face: She is simply carat gold! In case she has not been told: Only A True Hero to her hold, A treasure not for everybody’s race And, thus, cause for A Goodly Chase That should in the end preserve her Grace; In shot to be...

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I watched as she dusted and sneezed; 'It's worthless, I'm certain,' she wheezed. I thought I'd be rich - oh, life is a b.tch! (My desk got a clean, so I'm pleased...) written 26th April for Joseph's contest - about Anita Manning from The Antique Roadshow...

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Poems about Poets VII Gallant Knight by Michael R. Burch for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn Till you rest with your beautiful Anita, rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write. The world is not ready for your departure, Gallant Knight. Teach us to sing in the ringing cathedrals of your Verse, as you outduel the Night. Give us new eyes to see Love's bright Vision robed in...

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Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are not blue in any atmosphere, but closest here... 2. You seek an air so clear, so rarified the effort leaves you famished; earthly tides soon call you back? one long, descending glide... 3. Disgruntledly you grope dirt shores for orts you pull like mucous ropes from shells’...

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God Our Talents Is Aggrandizing On my pillow that did billow was lying; Tears poured and we had been crying, About the wounded and those dying; To win war how hard they are trying; Effort did appear to be death defying; What is done the people were denying; More sins to us devil started supplying, And now up again tears we are...

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Me. Unique, Strong, Fragile old girl, gentle questioner, unshakeable hand, Curious eye, quiet ear....

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Anita anita I don't know what I would do if is really Anita Anita but just remember I really Anita anita...

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Just like Anita I love you just because you’re you, and because you give good love that has always been true, and although I never would have thought I could get caught up your rapture you give me that sweet love and remind me again the morning after, that this is not a fairy tale...

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Anita Cathrine She loves the great outdoors To feel the grass under her feet She picks flowers in her garden And she doesn’t eat meat Some times she’ll get in her car And just drive away She has no destination She is just going to enjoy the day She is quite a lady One of the best I have seen And when I ask her...

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Into the tunnel we went In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses. Dust Crumbling rock, spider webs “Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me Batteries dying Her energy rising Cold it was- freezing “I want to know you”,...

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Broken with eyes missing, Just as two souls were kissing: Missing spirits in search of merit. As the wind rose up into the sky, Circles of ice and hail formed. Upon the whisper's scream, In the horizon's echo: A return to the primal. Instinct desires them, As the sunset's fire burns through their skin. A token love casts a spell, Of black magic onto the...

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