Anita Poems - Poems about Anita

Anita Page

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

Anita

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

Fiendish Hub Anita Blake Series Tribute

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

Anita Page Actress

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.

Anita Presses My Case

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

Anita and My Antique

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

Poems About Poets Vii

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

Poems About Poems Ii

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’

Anita Joyner

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

Anita 01-20-1957

Me.
Unique,

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

Anita Anita

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

Anita

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

Anita Cathrine

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

Anita

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”,

Anita

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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