Best Anderson Poems

Peggy Anderson, what can I do
I've tried all evening to get through to you.
I loved your poem about your friends 
And the Iron Bed is like the one I once had.

Keep up the good work 
And thanks for your nice words
On my poems My Guardian...

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l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house...

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It all begins with only a twinklin' shimmer of light.
The sin begins to get dimmer and I felt the spark ignite!
So bright, it lit a path inside the crevice of my soul
So I didn't fight, but started to laugh at the light that filled my...

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I can't control what I'm feeling inside
Come with me baby and take this ride
I'll take you where you wanna go!
In a rush or soft and slow

Never again will you be lonely
Want to be your true love only
Let them talk-it won't make me run
Just let me...

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PINK
 PINK
PINK

painting PINK

In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model

Clara had her breasts removed
Long before Pink was beloved
Bravely faced the doctors knife
Mother’s friend and navy wife

Clara danced on 30 years
Battled pain
Laughed through tears
And her paint brush 
Carried on
Splashed her color
Like a song...

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Every corner I turn, I see your sweet face
The memory, like a ghost, haunts me still
I recall how you loved me you gave me your all
I can not believe that I pursue you, just let you go!
Now my heart, so heavy, my days dreary and...

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Time tends to stand still when we come together
Soft kisses break my will, and I float light as a feather
Pretty brown eyes have me high, making my insides feel funny
It’s paradise! You see it in my eyes-you taste like honey!
Your manicured hands touch my face,...

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WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The underdog, none new under the sun
For the top dogs, there we see Miss Ferguson 
Doing the homespun trying to go nuts
Furiously livid like she had a blunt
Exeunt, is where she directs him
And stares at Mr Anderson as he slowly walks away

Why...

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(this poem was inspired by the three word title, which was stamped upon a vintage typewriter platen that I recently purchased.)

Karen Anderson is…

stamped upon my platen, forever to be seen.
I wonder what she thought, and where she's been?

Perhaps she typed her own name,
thinking only later...

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Beautiful Souls Collaborating - A Collaboration with Walayee Whitlock
Jimmy A

With this pen in my hand I am so ready to collaborate.
Your body is a wonderland, and your hourglass frame I sure appreciate!
So tell me whatcha think, and we can try something new.
Your heart is the...

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In the valley of love and mystery
She's thinking about her history
With lovers before he came along
But now she's woven him into song

This certain love she feels for him
Is deep and proud,it's not a whim
His love for her cannot be weighed
So strong and true,it can't be...

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You walked up to me and took me by surprise
Spun me around and looked deep in my eyes
When I felt your hot breath on my neck so near
I collapsed into your arms and forgot my fear

Staring back into your dark eyes I could swear
I see...

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I'll be your Bonnie if you'll be my Clyde
Together we'll swim out against the tide.

I'm your queen and you are my king.
I can't describe the joy you bring.

My best friend ever and the love of my life.
I want nothing more than to be your wife.

You...

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There is a blue star, Janet . . .

(from an unknown English poet)


 

Somewhere is a distant star

called Janet. Why?

One little girl flew there many years ago.

Nobody knew why she did this

or how she flew there.

But one familiar wind told me

about a great love Janet...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.

Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full...

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