Annie Poems - Poems about Annie

Her nickname perhaps should be ‘Whizzy’ She rushes round making me dizzy Right now, she’s unwell But asked me to tell That grim reaper guy that she’s busy...

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In 1894, Annie climbed on a bike Told the doubters to take a hike Planned to cycle cross the planet, found sponsors, took a gun Though she died 50 years after, her legend had begun. How much is embellished, it's hard to say, She used steamships to bridge gaps along the way. But thousands of miles she rode alone, While today's rebels...

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The old cottage was in a dilapidated state. Fifteen years had passed Since my sister died. The only thing of interest was a dusty old box. I lifted the lid: a broken flute, a sort of diary And a jar, dust covered the bottom. ...

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How dare you I thought to the questioner Out of bounds The NPR reporter asks Annie Clark aka St. Vincent Are you, are you, you know ok? Referencing her latest song Smoking Section Ok so maybe she takes pills I don’t know Lives on the stage Of bravery or depravity but it’s just a way It’s ok Like as Robert Plant once said in...

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I’M GON WALK—ANNIE WALTZ-- I am gonna walk I’m gonn tha walk Grasp hold of ya Annie walks With the movement of the clouds Her sweet mellow whispers Showering tip-toes She really moves to the fingering of the ivory keys She really, really, really moves me I am gonna talk I’m gonn talk to her wit mine heart Grab hold of her attention And love her a lot Annie...

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Dear ‘Prudence’ would have been my fate after the song if he had his way luckily that night in June not a moment too late nineteen eighty-six my mother crowned me Kate although… thirty-seven years since my name, as he knows just some blue eyed stranger. ‘Annie’ is the girl dad made watched her grow not me just another moniker for him alone only now did I discover was after his...

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I think Annie is going to shoot me. She smiles and winks; this is what she does best, the little lady is deadly accurate and pert with it. She takes aim. "Right ear." She says. Bang! Her Winchester explodes my ear. She laughs girlishly tells me to wake up, but the dream is way too interesting and I stand there dripping blood until she magically replaces it. We...

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Our Annie got trimmed today Don't recognize her she sure lost weight Happy to be fit Looks super losing it Of course Annie is our loving doggie mate...

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When I was a kid I rode Saturdays on My Friend Flicka Sky King Roy Rogers And Flicka’s boy And Sky And Roy Hauled bad guys Off to justice Never seen again Never Never Never seen again Back in a barn Me and Annie Oakley Held our ground Shooting them down Waiting for a hero To cart them all away But no heroes But no others No other heroes Showed up We killed them all ourselves And didn’t surrender Or even pretend...

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a grassy knoll no a sunny space a quiet Storm just a sample of a blade of grass As well a sample of a purple flower lived live from the place of her physical rest yet her spirit has risen it's crest as it's supposed to be she was my mother Annie Bell Lee A verse DEDICATED...

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My grandma was a steeple jack, Of heights she had no fear. The crowds would gather round to watch. They came from far and near, To see her swing and pirouette, Doff her hat and wave. And gasped and cheered each time she feigned A slip and then a save. Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips, Tight rope walkers...

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Annie Oakley was quite a good marksman, And it's actually how she met her husband. She'd astound heads of state, And even her mate, She couldn't be beat as a marksman....

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Orphan Annie Visits everyday ...

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Annie Oakely: The Poem by Shane Nielsen Deep in the Ohio woods, to brown eyes aspy, The wondrous echoes of nature give their humble reply, to the spirit of sight, and the will to try. Billows of smoke from fires who do not cease to prier, ventured the aptly named Little Miss Sharpshooter, the stakes couldn't be higher. To feed the sick...

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Annie, our Golden, is a member of the family Just like a daughter, it's really quite uncanny When going out and then on our return Our love's reaffirmed Her excitement explodes, our dearest sweet Annie...

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