Best Anne Poems
Description of The Funeral of Atala (Funérailles d'Atala or Atala au tombeau), 1808, Louvre
I sauntered through the Louvre, observing art.
One painting struck me for its quality
of sadness; I could see a young man’s heart
was clearly broken by a tragedy.
The man is Indian; he’s in a cave
with an old man who holds the shoulders of
a woman they’ll be putting in her grave.
The Indian is mourning for his love.
He’s sitting, clinging to her draped knees, and
though for me this image was unclear,
a crucifix is clutched inside her hand.
Outside upon a hill, a cross is near.
The artist was recalling the sad scene
of Atala, a woman who was mired
in mental conflict. She was torn between
religious vows and the one man she loved.
Although the heroine wears virgin white,
some sensuality is shown with grace.
The day is waning, and the sun’s last light
caresses her fair bosom and her face.
The focus is this woman, but my eyes
go to the half-nude Indian whose skin
is brown, in contrast to the girl who lies
dead by her own hand for fear she would sin!
The novel that explored Atala’s woe
inspired more than one painter in the time
romanticism had begun to grow,
but Girodet’s work of art for me is prime!
Written May 9, 2017 for the Celebration of Art Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Note: I can't find a French syllable counter, but English puts the artist's name Girodet at three syllables.
DEDICATION TO TWO VERY SPECIAL WOMEN
I'm writing this poem with pure dedication
To two very special women upon this fine day,
Andrea Dietrich and Anne Lise Andresen your beauty
is like a quaint fascination of pure devotion.
If it weren't for people like you, I would have left long ago,
Andrea you showed me great strength comes internally
I know,
Anne Lise you have a graceful flair with an inner honesty so rare
You showed me and talked to me when I needed someone to
really care.
Weeks ago it seems, thought I was at a real time, time, low, low.
But in realities view, knew deep in my heart of this you do know
You're two very beautiful women who made me face up to my
inner demons.
Now I truly know, I'm still in love with my Grizzly Adams,
Andrea and Anne Lise, hope we'll always be friends
For I'm dedicating this poem to two very intelligent beautiful women.
I no longer have had no inner bad vibrations.
I'm writing this poem with pure happiness and true heartfelt dedication
To two of the very best and special women upon this glorious day,
Andrea and Anne Lise your beauty is like a flowering devotion
I'm really counting my blessings for I'm utterly thankful beyond my emotions.
Written: Sept. 2, 2014
Theresa
Phwoaarh! Anne-Lise really is hot
‘Old woman’ she really is not
With lovely blonde hair
Men ogle and stare
Her husband has hit the jackpot!
Yesterday a vitriolic comment was made and Anne-Lise was called 'old woman' I hope this tribute and picture prove the exact opposite
6/7/19
Romantic emotions, the strongest human feelings
Are those that I love to have sweet dealings
To love is to have someone special in your heart
Knowing that your love will never fall apart
A companion, one who you can always depend
Where love exists, it’s what you both will send
There we are, both under a beautiful moonlit sky
A gesture of love between us, that will never die
Before us is the moon, and a blanket of shining stars
I know that you won’t leave me, nor go very far
This is so awesome I am literally blinded with tears
We will be together, holding each other through the years
Building blocks can fall, but we stand together
No matter the storms, or the nasty weather
We cannot paint the world in gold and glitter
But we can take away all that is sour and bitter
Together we will share love, joy, hope, and fear
And we can delve into romance, which we hold dear
There’s nothing in the universe that can compare to our love
We are the epitome of romantic gestures, what everyone speaks of
We will forever be two of a kind, with our romance
Forever, is the term, you always keep me in a trance
Russell Sivey and Anne-Lise
A Collaboration!
When a Norwegian cow passes gas
They want to tax the gas from its ‘ass’
A cow passes 4 tonnes of methane each year
Just imagine the stink from its rear!!!!
Thanks for the inspiration Anne Lise ***
Jan Allison
31st March 2016
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE!!!!!
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:) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THIS DRINK WHEN I SAW THE SQUARE BUBBLES!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLL WEEEK LONNNNGGGG!!! LOVE YOU BUNCHES, DEB
7.27.2012©deborah burch
A - special prayer is offered for you today,
N-on-stop singing to greet you a Happy Birthday;
N-orth to south, east to west and in all directions
E-very line of my poem may herald your celebration.
L-oving thoughts of you with my sweetest hugs,
I-‘m sending them warmly as the sun shines brightly over those fogs,
S-ongs of my best wishes may reach you there in Norway,
E-veryday, may God bless you in a very special way
July 23, 2013 8.20 pm.
Note:
Happy, happy Birthday my dear friend, Anne Lise!! Good luck, good health, more happiness and all the best to you and your love ones.
I hope you will like this simple birthday poem I dedicated to you. Big sweetest hugs from me!
Sunshine came to play
On each warm and golden ray~~~
letters of her name
Eileen Manassian
This is a tribute to Anne-Lise whom I call, Sunshine. She always has a sweet and comforting word for me that warms my heart.
Nurse Anne
Snow steeped in mountains and mountains steeped in snow
Evergreens and pine trees hold the earth with purpose
Nurse Anne steps into hospital from brutal winter cold
Measures stethoscopes and takes gentle pulses
Takes care of bullet wounds and children on her rounds
Wears white, green or blue uniforms or gowns while working
That’s pure speculation as you know
Nurse Anne is not a lawyer according to close sources
She writes poetry on line, refines them in her leisure time
Her prescription for good health and life is simple
Eat vegetables, fishes and less meat
Most importantly, Breath, (it helps a lot)
Take moderation in everything
Get plenty of rest and sleep
And if you can’t be intelligent or stay on your toes
At least stay on your feet
Naturally a life spent vertically is not advised
Nurse Anne wants us all to exercise
She will help you to get by and back to skiing
With her good guidance and by being wise
She does her noble work then travels home
Returns to evening
To writing poems at her own leisure
She stands all alone in a court full of men
An innocent woman condemned
The charges are great, she's resigned to her fate
She knows she will die in the end
Though she is in despair she's standing tall there
She knows she has committed no sin
But these cowards, these men will find her guilty and then
Seal the fate of Queen Anne Boleyn
On the 19th of May that terrible day
From her room in the tower she's taken
If they thought she cry and plead not to die
They were very mistaken
With words clear and strong she denies any wrong
With no quiver or break in her voice
The swordsman stands by with a tear in his eye
But he knows that he has no choice
One swing of the sword as she praises the Lord
And she's gone in the middle of prayer
The King is away he is hunting that day
Its clear that he doesn't care
That sword gave her peace it gave her release
It finished the fear and the pain
“Death rocked her to sleep and her memory we keep
Each May again and again
Anne's death wasn't in vain though she suffered great pain
Her daughter went on to be
A wonderful Queen, the best there has been
That was her great legacy.
At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers,
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.
Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.
To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes
Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.
Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.
Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)
Even though it hurts to smile,
I can pretend for a little while
That everything is alright
That when I look up at the
Cinerescent sky and think
about my life at least
I could say with certainty
that I've never been forsaken
by the ONE MOST HIGH.....
That I could always count
on the sun's luminescent rays to
Break through the darkest of clouds
and soak up my tears as if with
warm hands could heal
that which is silent, private and still
Inside of me..
A trinket to a fellow poet for
Inspiring in me the courage
to find the good in my life
A special dance for the sweet Anne Lise
P.S. Thank you for always having something encouraging and uplifting to say. God Bless. ~Maddie
YOU KNOW YOU CAN
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Thank you
bless you!
Will you?
Hope you.
For your comment, thank you, bless you too.
I have to ask, will you, hope you do!
Can not,
will not,
care not,
do not,
To say that you can not, will not try;
is it that you care not, do not lie?
writing
typing
scribing
carving
these modern days writing, typing, words
easy, compare scribing, carving sherds!
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Inspired by Anne-Lise , dedicated to her and Jan Allison!
this enchantment
it cannot be measured
it cannot be weighed
it cannot be told in time
or days
yet here it is as i'll describe
tis in my riding
tis in my play
tis in my working
each and everyday
my worship has dwindled
my real prayers are sinful
and my god is a genie
who's bottle is covered with sand
my love is the maid
Dane Anne
and thousands of suitors
have ask for her hand
all dressed like princes
in gem's and furs
lined with red and purple silk
armed with jewel encrusted stilleto's
and gold belts
capes with gold and silver
tapestry all with original designs
of family crest
Noblemen and boys
riding every kind of fanciful horse
smooth, brushed and well feed
but their confidence
is all but drained
by shear number of similar suitors
but beauty and prize
will not let them leave
and such as i but in
much lesser degree
of nobility
a commoner, a peasant, a spoiler
one who would pluck the flower
before it was meant to be plucked
one who's eyes have been challenged
beyond lust
one who's faith has come to believe
that this fair maid Dane Anne
belongs to me alone
no man has suffered
as much as i
to be over looked as a suitor
a sore in one's eye
yet no one can care more
or even try
for her hand i give all
and perhaps i'll die
for all my waken moments
find her haunting still
this magic over me
it must be her will
can such beauty cast
such an evil spell
that if thinking for
myself; i cannot tell
or is there a cupid
a godly spell
one that takes my willingness
under his own will
perhaps possessed by a spirit
who through love
can only live
empowered by my weakness
demanding that all i give
but such this state
i am
and complain, i do not
for such a gift is love
that will never be forgot
It was a hot day
Anne brought her dog to the beach
So both could cool off
Both went into the water
They did not falter