Anna
beautiful and
complete
Can wait meet
Benefits from
Healthy living
Eyes dark
And invite me
To give a
Special kiss
Hold her and
Massage her
Up and then
Down
Flowed with
Kiss all
On her
Grounds
Sweet passion
On spring day
Invited over
Hey I may stay
Anna mmmmmmm
??
Bronze, green, gray
shocking pink, metallic red
purplish rose, white,
metallic greenish black,
brown, iridescent colors
Oh! Unlimited palette
I fail to mix colors
to capture beauty
of nectar drinking fairy
that flirts with light
Star of Utrecht, Anna van Schurman
Was not allowed to distract men
She had to study behind a curtain
Her brilliance wrote history for certain
My cat Anna
She likes to slide
Anna Banana
Coming in wide
Riding on the slimy peel
Paws stained bright yellow
Chasing after her next meal
Furry white mouse fellow
Stopping short, missing the turn
Sliding past the bait
Doesn't learn, feeling the burn
Tasty treat will have to wait
Mouse scurries out the gate
Poor cat always late
There was an Irish madam named Anna,
At noon, she preferred to eat banana,
A mom with an eagle eye,
She could wow a top-notch spy,
A civic woman sometimes called Nana.
May 28, 2024.
Anna Liisa was Great-grandmother's name. She emigrated from Finland at the beginning of the 20th century.
I have only one memory of Anna Liisa from back when I was 10. She was elderly then and had come to live with Grandmother.
She sat in a big, comfy rocking chair in the far end of the living room. We young ones, my siblings and cousins, were a bit scared of her. She had a strange countenance, as old people do, and spoke only Finn.
My brother says he remembers her. At that time he was a terrible two, but he swears now, when he talked to Great-grandmother he understood every word that she said.
He tells us that one time Mother had to correct some of his young misbehavior, and she spanked him square on his little behind. He says that made Great-grandmother laugh and say, "paha poika," which translated means "bad boy!"
dear Anna Liisa
your language was as foreign
to me as you were
Oh, poor Anna Creontic
Reduced to a poetic antic
Who in her prime,
Exuding rhythm and rhyme
Broke the hearts of so many
Including mine.
Therefore, I shall not disclose
The “cut of her jib” or point of her nose
And lest I be severely beaten
Unveil a heart sugar can’t sweeten
Say what you will of old Anna Creontic
As history will always inflate
The touch of her hand, the wisp of her hair
And the list of her suitors irate
Among those living and dead
It has never been said
That she didn’t excel
On dance floor or bed
her eyes are magic
whether they be blue, grey or brown
you see, it's how she sees the world
with never a somber frown
she takes each day as a blessing
and seeks to help the needy
by helping them one by one
with never being selfish or greedy
her beauty is apparent
and matches her inside
she smiles as she lives her life
with never a need to cry
God gave us dear Anna
to share her wisdom and strength
so we too could have good lives
with never a day of short length
the story of a black horse a life of cruelty- his search for love
Anna Alpaca is a sight.
with long, long legs and long, long neck.
She’s almost as tall as a kite!
I lean in to give her a peck
and when I am too close she spits
to let me know to go away.
She’s not rude, it’s just how she gets.
It is her way of saying “Nay!”
Showing elegance and true grace
in her chic shabby rose gray coat,
In my heart she has found a place.
I wish she fit in my pink tote!
She could model on a runway,
she’s such a nice little cutie!
If you are good and let her play,
she might be your sweet patootie!
She softly hums among the grass
listening with long pointy ears
for angry threats that might harass.
She sounds alarm if danger nears!
Her curly hair and big brown eyes
are deeply soft and sweet to see.
She should win a special top prize
for being perfectly lovely.
Anna the bandit and shady jane
set out to rob a railroad train.
So, they went for the gold.
Then botched the escape.
In for ten, no parole,
Makin license plates.
You broke your back at your home in January of 2016 when you fell.
You were the last surviving cast member of "On The Buses" but now you have died as well.
You also starred in "Beautiful Thing" and "What's Up Nurse!".
Breaking your back was bad but your death was far worse.
Because of your talent, receiving fame was what was bound to transpire.
Sadly, you died on February the 22nd because your house caught on fire.
It was very sad to learn that your life ended, your fans are grieving because you didn't survive.
You were a British actress who entertained millions and you have died at the age of eighty-five.
[Dedicated to Anna Karen (1936-2022) who died on February 22, 2022]
Annie, Ann, Anna,
What does your name mean to me?
The memories of my first love in it,
But these lines are only for you from me!
You’re elegant and light like a spark of flame;
You lit my life when you suddenly came;
You saved me from the cold, and then
In my wounded soul there was hope again!
Your smile is unique for me;
It’s bright and warm as only the sun can be!
I’d be ready to see sunlight never
If your smile shone to me forever!
Your eyes are like a star, guiding every day;
Looking at them, everyone will find the way!
Your voice is like a melody, clear and light;
I’m ready to listen to it day and night!
You are graceful and slim,
Swift like a mountain stream,
Beautiful, wonderful and clever;
Your image is in my heart forever!
Annie, Ann, Anna,
What does your name mean to me?
At least a moment of your attention
If you were touched with these lines from me!
January 23, 2022
In your kiss a sensation
the ardour of elegance,
the spiral of love that feels so right.
Only from the sweetest grape
comes the flavour of the finest wine,
your love with mine straight from the vine.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
the weakness in my knees
comes from the
whisper of your tongue
across my lips
oh Anna
we have become one
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
09/09/21
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