Best Annex Poems
A very loyal woman was Miep Jan Gies,
Brave, caring, and really very wise -
She was confident and daring - On her some lives depended
Now, following her story, so many minds have mended.
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Considering the worsening situation for the Jews, the Franks decided to go into hiding in the secret annex of their office building. Miep gladly agreed to be a helper, bringing them food that she would gather from different grocers with ration cards.
She and her co-workers were able to keep the family hidden for over two years, but eventually they were betrayed. The annex was raided by the Nazis on August 4, 1944, and the occupants were sent to concentration camps. Miep found Anne Frank's diary and put it away for the family's return.
She was a great source of hope and motivation for the Franks; they couldn’t have lasted long without Miep’s help.
Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.
A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado
Hither now come, anon recondite Azrael, neither protend
nor annex this throttled contretemps.
The antiphonal of the reaper's cavalier scythe
Shall now serenade.
Awhirl, like kerfs demarcated
Years, bollixed, muzzy and brattled
shall holus-bolus expire.
No retaliation to death's gloomy surcease
No ingenious riposte to the reaper's final cleave.
Bootless now to don the amulets,
squeeze the jujus,
Kiss the talismans,
clutch the periapts or
Attire in steely cataphract.
The serenading of the reaper's scythe,
it's efficacy shall blithely cleave.
Bedim mine eyes from life's assailing
Bedim mine eyes from life's poltroonery
Vocabulary: barghest-a goblin fabled to portend misfortune; monody-funeral song;
antiphonal-chant; protend-to protract in time/lengthen; riposte-n. in fencing, a quick
return/thrust; brattle-v.-to make rattling or clattering noises;
cavalier-supercillious/disdainful/haughty; muzzy-hazy; attaint-v. to condemn; rankle-to
give pain/nettle/gnaw; contretemps-untoward accident/hitch; throttle-v.to
choke/suffocate/strangle/stiffle; bollix-v.-to bungle or botch; holus-bolus-adv.-all at
once/altoghter; mithridate-antidote against poison; cataphract-suit of armor for the
whole body; poltroonery-n. cowardice; a capriccio-musical piece characterized by
improvisation; ettle-to intend/to prepare; campanile-free standing bell tower; kerf-a
groove or notch
Azrael-the angel that helps souls from living to enter the afterlife; recondite-not
easily understood/abstruce;
periapt-a charm worn to ward of evil; juju-object believed to contain magical powers;
contretemps-disruptive unforeseen event; protend-to hold out or stretch forth
Elation & Vacillation a comedy
A poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Every day I want to .. but I could not
Today I must do .. I have to
Yesterday I let it go away so today
I will not run dry, I will , I must
I have done my mirror practice
And I looked so good so here goes
Cannot wait another minute
Before I bleat myself with over worry
Must not become tense this is really it
Will not plummet , will not go down
Rise I am the centre of my universe
No need to annex my courage
The time has really come
Come on now, chin is up on high
My teeth is white, my smile is wide
My shoes are polished , my shirt is ironed
I am top class.
I m a getting there after I leave here
I will swing my arms when I get there
I will stand on my own two feet
I will sway and dance with joy
Confidently I have such high hopes
Singing now, no doubt about it
I ‘ll be over the moon when Sally says “YES”
So here goes …. Shelly will you marry me ??
Whack smack ! wrong girl …
I remember the land of drums I was born
bedded beneath great hanging nets;
the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled with stuff,
the red tricycle and pedal car
that made me race and made me puff.
I remember the hounds of revolution nightly howl
on the streets of my island home.
Now I reign afar in the land of my exile
as might a king given up his throne
I remember my first day of school so bleak,
a gingerbread house on Picton Street
where I first kissed a sweetheart cheek.
Hearken tales of men in Sherwood,
Nelly Stone in her rocking chair
reading The Adventures of Robin Hood.
The loud guttural yard turkeys’ gobble and flap,
and kids singing their songs of joy.
I remember the year, the girl, the songs
in all its virtue when I was a boy
I remember the front yard we would play
and the annex rooms we called home
watching The Riki Tiki Show at 17 Gray.
Waving at the Queen’s royal parade
down on Saint Clair Avenue
in the crowds following her motorcade.
I remember huddled around the old valve radio,
long siestas in the hot afternoon
till late beneath a corner streetlight halo
raving drunk slumped Blue Moon
I remember sticky chewy peanut brittle
with my cold Nestle chocolate milk
while gorging my tummy little by little.
Behold down-de-islands dashing
in a pirogue out on Staubles Bay -
the sea spray across the bow crashing.
Watching as darkness fell on high moon and tide
shining on bay and jetty so bright,
when as young eyes grew weary I would
rest at peace all through the night
I remember all dressed for Sunday School
and afternoons at the Country Club
splashing around in the swimming pool.
And at sea playing captain and sailor
on board a ship Panama bound
in my cabin with my toy boat and trailer.
I remember the ports and voyage of no return
into the yonder crossing the equator,
when old Neptune rose from the undersea
to bless our ship and navigate her
Written: September 1990
The touch of imperfectionality on some naked truth.
It burns deep into the flesh of happiness,
Yet stands smiling at the laxity of frailty.
A drop of legality would have seared the ice.
Some degree of excess consciousness couldn't avail indiscretion.
So selfish I was, struck the baton to revealing.
Tore down the garment of wonderfulness.
If only it had wrath a shield against grievous consequences.
Strayed from the bareness of my palms, my cherished secret.
Caved in the passing-by of history, are acts and actions I adore.
Regrets bid me awareness but I annex consolation in satisfaction.
Springs of flowing emotions seals my loosed heart.
I'm hung to the persistence of negativity.
Sunk into contentions so absurd to gamble worth for kinds.
Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road
Long it behoves me my thanksgiving
to you, aunties Yvonne and Jocelyn T.
For all the love you showed withal
and for all the good you saw in me
Hearken the jumbie bird in the night,
the heat of day and smell of rain.
And QRC bell tower sombre tolled
the hills and valleys of Port of Spain
The crowd’s roar filled its cricket halls
on window row to a grandstand view.
And an open door its gates would be
to weary travellers passing through
By candlelight on evensong sabbath
I saw hands petitioned in God’s raise.
And among portrait, altar and chattel
an old ne-gro woman chanted in praise
Downstairs eating pepper mango,
salt prune and sweet preserved plum.
And upstairs the ghosts of the dead
a trickery of wind and light become
With long treetop fruit picker in hand
softly chorused the sound of Greyfriars.
When joyfully as I picked to my ear
sung the weekly Church Group Choir
Up creaky staircase bedroom chamber,
pantry annex and old livery quarters.
Home to where my grandfather lived
with his wife, eight sons and daughters
In Christian soldier evangelical prayer
waited I for sleep’s silent lull perchance.
O but late by BBC midnight wireless
did growl the dogs in lunar trance
I followed the trail back to its past -
a prodigal son on long returned stay.
When time and fate and the risen sun
dawned upon a much younger day
Written: January 1993
They deliver me
Swathed in fiber pages and hired into a fair case,
As my body reposes like a sack of raised morsels,
I effortlessly fit the “box!”
And not even a bit lingers out,
In its annex death swept me clean
Like a waged drought
As mine sing in despair
The weepiest hymns of my knowing;
And their eyes out in sour tears as systems
Handle down the confinement into the pit
They deliver my simple bones
Into graves of one kind,
Setting every practice they (will) mind
But I smile in my further place,
Though I have none skin nor face,
I have no wit nor tears;
But I smile still in my further place
For my soul is all that remains.
MOTHER NATURE
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ladyship, mother nature, in her prime,
observed where ever one looks in summer.
woodland glades, wildflower meadows in time
explode with life, sound, song, buzzing, colour!
meadow grasses, sway to her scented breath.
pollen, lifted as directed, in depth!
she reigns supreme, her nurturing, well kept!
survival of the fittest, her concept.
instilling instinct, natural reflex.
sight, sound, she ensures all mammals, adept.
no reasons yet, for her to vent her vex!
summer waning, nature changes palette.
harvest, her ruse for us to gather fruits,
to store for spring, preserve, circumvallate!
she shares amongst us, always contributes.
harvest festtivals, once pagan tributes,
oh, yes, some still believe, there's no disputes,
what ere is thought, no, she cannot be bought.
mother nature, no lessons can be taught.
she can always adapt, nowts to complex!
mother nature, at time looks to be fraught?
no reasons yet for her to vent her vex!
autumn her palette now of golden hues.
to her, her royal season, all pure gold!
on her vast estates, tree lined avenues.
where leaves fall, hiding secrets, yet untold.
not hers! the sou west wind was screaming out!
we the the seasons bowed, blew away doubt.
she called come hither all bar you winter
in my tender sides you are a splinter
ere there was a chance no romance, my ex
sad plans fail to have him, yes reinter
no reasons yet for her to vent her vex!
nature let winter have free run, fickle
land controlled by he who holds the sickle
unlike nature so not very clever.
forgive me seasons while I endeavor
to winter, winter in, yes, an annex
mother nature has dealt with that creature!
no reasons yet for her to vent her vex!
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A tiny little surgery garden so charming and attractive
with its shrubs rooted by garments, gold, timber and fish.
Lush tropical Islands, stretched by
lengthy, sweeping fluffy white sand beaches,
with densely but well spread pillars of palms’ radiance
and fronted by crystal clear acquamarine waters;
wet beauty in beach seduction, mobile cocktails, balmy evenings,
vibrant coral reefs and an irresistible breath of calm
at a gradual gorgeous sunset.
One out of every three of its over three hundred boundaries
making up its map
is embraced by Life and blessed with living activities.
It’s the sole owner of the red and white
so familiar to the hibiscus
and an annex to the dwelling of Indians.
Ruled by simplicity and affordability in lifestyle,
yet twas amazingly once a jungle of warfare and cannibalism,
all thanks to the re-modeling from Christianity
to bring out this light once hidden
in the stinking jacket of barbarism.
LOVE AND THE PRUDENT MIND
How can passion nab a prudent mind
Heartless and unrelenting sorrow
Passion which
Haunts across seas
Crazes uncharted through widow making mountains
Shadows its prey
day by day from scent of soap to toothpaste caps
Sleepless nights in strangers beds—The vows once took cannot be shed
How can love annex a prudent mind
Diligently plodding through piles of work
Jump between the lines and ink
like a rapist scare
to catch the victim unaware
Heartless and relentless sorrow
Years refine the passion fire
Body aches for vanished scorching touches
Heartless and relentless sorrow
Like a bird she fled the skies
But longs in secret for the midnight flight return
Drums of war are beating
With bated breath the world is waiting
As Russia threatens to annex Ukraine
And NATO bares its fangs at her to refrain
Down this road we have been before
It brought nothing but calamity to the fore
The world should head to the table of dialogue
And Ignore leaders with conceited monologue
COVID 19 pounded the world to economic paralysis
Amidst climate change crisis
Let the world rise and say no to aggression
To save the planet from total annihilation
The quiet heart departs rudimentary tasks, idle-fast in what it asks
content as a former-charlatan, like leaf and bough,
tree, root and earth, joined to wisdom at birth;
it has learned to keep the tongue still 'til the mind is glad
To wait unwanted and celebrate the yearning thresh
the gratutious peal longing within; a gabled-Gabriel
heaven-sent,
trumpets pounding ------ violins and strings screeching
hallowed silence...
the drums, arising, so arising ------ pittance proud
Arising, arising...
The Lady...
from the dark
And Aloud; my name echoed as delicate and soft,
so teased...
as the friendly hand of embrace so well known
He, I awaited, the old friend never alone, and she
whom never delayed to leave me be; the dreams of her
exalted amidst shadow among light, the old friend assures again
the Ancient Kiss...
She shall return, sayeth he ------
the light from the dark, and bring thee peace
In the leaving shadow prevails, the old friend departs
the return of rudimentary tasks, still silence shatters as glass;
drums too loud ----- rich with deceit, clamoring and toiling
incomplete
Replete: the old friend and she, painted in thy soul
never to forget
A Rendevous without exit (the annex)
Mounted on one wall
a board wrapped
in brown paper.
A signal of
impermanence for children.
Painted were a rainbow
and a hundred tiny hands
in the colors of poster paint
all spread palm up,
receptive, uninformed.
As I heard the
echos of soprano voices
I felt the fantasy of tiny fingers
brushing my
sophisticated face.
Smiling all around,
the people brought
the smiles in.
They were not
manufactured there,
but heated in the lives
that came there,
retaining their warmth
through the hours,
saying hello and hello
and welcome everyone.
Clouds mystifying the blue horizon
Pebbles rocking on the strand
Sea gulls scrutinizing the spectacle...
of the forthcoming cherub
Hither I stand in this forlorn land
Ogling the presence of thine beauty
Thou came to me and groped my heart
as thine words taste better than red wine
as thine breath smells better than roses
I gaped wondrous to the allurement of thine heart
Forsooth, I alack not knowing thou from before
But even if we lived for a centurial
I will not tire of thine smile
I will subsist next to thou…
until the gods annex my soul
I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons,
which I command like a bunch of minions,
for with them, I annex realms and subjects
who are no more than heavenly rejects,
distinct from saints, the apples of GOD'S eye.
In Eden's garden I hatched my first lie,
then with man's fruitful multiplication,
I assigned cohorts to every nation.
Today I reign on earth like sovereign lord,
with a crown I usurped without the sword.