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
Categories:
anita, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
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 a blur.
I knew her long ago, but I want her to feel like my first.
I want the fear, the excitement, the nervousness of a kiss.
I want to tell her how I feel,
But I don’t know if she is his.
Is she alone? Does she want my love?
Does she know I need her touch?
I need to hold her in my arms,
For I am charmed by all her charms.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
anita, dream, friend, love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
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 than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub.
Categories:
anita, dark, emotions, gothic, horror,
Form: Terza Rima
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.
Categories:
anita, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
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 collected by The Bold
Who shall round her his fingers fold
Or, better, to The Highest Bidder sold!
Thank you Anita for pressing my case
And with just that saving my face!
Categories:
anita, appreciation, judgement, love, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
anita, money,
Form: Limerick
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 drying;
God our talents He now is aggrandizing.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Anita Joyner is another Maya Angelo
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Categories:
anita, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Me.
Unique,
Strong,
Fragile old girl, gentle questioner,
unshakeable hand,
Curious eye, quiet ear.
Categories:
anita, identity, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Anita anita I don't know what I would do if is really Anita Anita but just remember I really Anita anita
Categories:
anita, baby, basketball, beautiful, break
Form: ABC
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 more like a beautiful reality that has actually made everything more clear, I always wanted to know what it felt like to love without fear , so come here my dear let me whisper these sweet words in your ear, first of all you have cried your last tear and you can expect the same ol love 365 days of the year, secondly you’re my angel no matter where you go my love will present itself to you from many different angles , last but not less im just happy you belong to me and being that beautiful soul I always dreamed you’ll be .
Categories:
anita, beauty, creation, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme