Best Ans Poems
Ist me ask with heart and mind
Some Humans are very kind,
and some aren't.
You should be warned.
Globalization is a fact
the world is bad.
This is a bad act,
it is very sad.
People need jobs, houses ans education
But globalization gives them inflation.
Growing cancer of bitterness
without any thoughtfulness.
A global world is a happy thing
and all humans sing.
And the animals dance
And all people are friends.
The population is rising
and the sun is shining
Till the end
Love will end.
Categories:
ans, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Hook of Holland arrive by the ferry
Meeting our good friends Ans and Jerry
The pancake house is where we love to eat
Being our with our Dutch friends – what a treat
Zwarte Piet will be visiting soon
Children crowded into the living room
Waiting for the black hand around the door
Sweets are freely scattered on to the floor
Visiting the haunting Anne Frank museum
Makes me think of the phrase carpe diem
Walking along the stunning cobbled street
Our trip to Amsterdam is now complete
I would love to return again one day
Meet Elly Wouterse on lands far away
Submitted to Elly Wouterse’s Contest
My Ode To The Netherlands
~ Awarded 2nd place ~
15th April 2014
The poem is written from very vivid childhood memories- its been a trip down memory lane - it is also my first attempt at a sonnet
Categories:
ans, culture, travel,
Form:
Sonnet
Watching the sunset—
with our hands link together on the beach.
Purple ans pink light
ripple on the ocean
as if a possible future for us
from God.
Watching the sunset—
on our deck years later—
eating our fifty-year anniversary dinner.
Watching the sunset—
for the first time
without you
And I feel lost with without you.
Categories:
ans, journey, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
In "Honor of God" I will not be a White Racist,Black Racist,Red Racist,Yellow Racist,Brown Racist or practice Racism. God created us,Red,Yellow,Brown ,Black,and White,and we all are precious in his sight: I know that I am "NOT Wrong": I know I am right! "In "Honor of God" I will not be a "Racist"! In "dishonor of God the "Racist" functions,in the Church,in the Media,in the schools,in the police department,in the hospital,in the grave yard,and in many other places,and dishonors God by being a "Criminal by way of being a "Racist"!God has a unique ,and diverse "Creation",and that reality is factual ,and certain!! We see it right before our very eyes,and that makes us who are loving and kind very wise!! A "Racist'''' believes untrue lies that is embeded in their sick minds ,as they are fed lies through their "Eyes"!Unjustifiable Hatred is another name for a "Racist". It was a Sunday morning,and a sermon was being preached,and The Pastor was ready to teach:The Pastor got up and said:"IN HONOR OF GOD " MY CREATOR",I will not be a "RACIST". Eight people got up and left the church,and all eight of them seemed to be sick,as they stumbled out the door,and three of them fell to the floor. The Pastor of the church repeated his statement ,ans said:IN HONOR OF GOD WHO IS MY CREATOR I WILL NOT BE A RACIST OR PRACTICE RACISM. The Church said AMEN.
Categories:
ans, 10th grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Ballad
WHAT COULD BRING PEOPLES OF THE WORLD CLOSER TOGETHER AS BROTHERS ANS SISTERS OF FAITH IN GOD THAN "A DAY" OF CELEBRATION WHERE WE 'ALL' REALIZE THAT IT IS A GOOD THING TO PRAY!!! WE ALL CAN CALL"THAT DAY""HOLY BOOK DAY"!!!THAT DAY,THAT DAY WE PRAY,PRAY,PRAY AS HOLY,HOLY,HOLY BOOK DAY!!! WE PRAY AS IT IS "HOLY BOOK DAY"!!WE NEVER LET PRAYER ROT AWAY,BECAUSE WE HAVE A DAY CALLED "HOLY BOOK DAY"WHERE OUR SINS ARE FORGIVEN AND WASHED AWAY ON THIS "HOLY BOOK DAY"!!!!! WE PRAY. THE "HOLY BOOK IS OUR COMPANION,AND IS OUR FRIEND,AND IS OUR GUIDE.THE "HOLY BOOK TELLS YOU WHO YOU ARE ,AND WHY YOU ARE ALIVE!!! YOUR "HOLY BOOK" CAN KEEP YOU ALIVE. YOUR HOLY BOOK CAN MAKE YOU WISE,AND TEACH US HOW TO SURVIVE.WE "ALL" NEED A "REAL HOLIDAY CALLED";"HOLY BOOK DAY"TO BRING "ALL"THE PEOPLES OF THE WORLD TOGETHER FOR WHAT IS "BEST AND BETTER",AS WE COME THROUGH THE STORMY UNPREDICTABLE WEATHER!!! "HOLY BOOK DAY" WILL BE A DAY WHERE "BIRDS OF A FEATHER" FLOCK TOGETHER"! YOUR GREAT "HOLY BOOK" NO MATTER WHAT IT MAY BE TELLS US TO PRAY! PRAYER LETS "BIRDS OF A FEATHER"FLOCK TOGETHER; HOLY BOOK DAY,ON "HOLY BOOK DAY",TAKE OUR SINS AWAY! HOLY BOOK DAY,HOLY BOOK DAY "EASE OUR TROUBLES,AND TAKE AWAY OUR SADNESS,AND FILL OUR HEARTS WITH GLADNESS,BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT "THE HOLY BOOK CAN DO!
Categories:
ans, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The kitchen radio rumbles heavy drumbeat,
outside, rain pecks out its staccato
on the porch.
Stirring fragrant coffee,
I ponder doing dishes, starting laundry,
pause to glance at him.
Across from me,
his eye-crinkling smile
liquefies all my resolve.
Oh, listen
to that insistent rain
ans heartbeats drumming.
Categories:
ans, family
Form:
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me an insect a flea
how short of life would life be
and all of God's creatures
i'd fear and flee
so small and fragile
not easy to see
crushed by everything but me
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God made me into a bee
i'd rally with my brother bee's
gather pollen from plants and trees
build a fortress for a queen
work like the devil to keep it clean
if any should bother our domain
where it is
i'll give them my stinger
and no longer live
such is the life for us and he
whom god decides
to make a bee
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God decided an eagle i'd be
noble, honored, swift and sleek
flying in the air for food i seek
secretly fishing with my eye
rarely is seen my deadly dive
I AM the symble for liberty and pride
i'll mate only once and then i'll die
my wonders wonder how would it be
if God had made me into a tree
standing tall above it all
save the mountians standing tall
in it's season making leaves
protecting both birds ans bee's
reaching high into the sky
growing wider than all living creatures
bearing fruit to feed the nations
eating the sun's rays before the hit they ground
my shade a cool shelter for everything around
my wonders wonder how it would be
if God decided a peacock i'll be
i'd strut and wear my tail so proud
my feathers match with any croud
my eye's and beak they match so well
the prettiest of birds
it is known so well
my feathers are emaculate
and my shape is so swell
i take great pleasure
in showing off my tail
my wonders wonder why it came to be
God made me a human being
so different and diverse are each of us
some of us praise , some of us curse
yet we struggle to believe in God above
one they think is evil
and the other made of love
to us he gave intelect
with a capasicity to feel
complicated emotions that shatter and kill
but with this comes motivation
to create and build
an internal competition
to be better and better still
some men beg some men borrow
and some men commit fraud
and most of them presumably
forgot about their god
but in this world of wonder
where wonders never cease
there is a visible God
watching man and beast
Categories:
ans, allegorylife, god, me, men,
Form:
Narrative
It use to be we treasured,
The little things that we'd do,
It use to be a pleasure,
Sharing words like "I love you."
We use to share our dreams,
Our love was so alive,
But now it only seems,
We've cast it all aside,
Yes, it use to be that you and me....
Use to care that way.....
And I can't believe...for the life of me.....
We're throwing it all away....
It use to be a pleasure,
The little things that we'd do,
It use to be we treasured,
Holding hands and "I love you."
We use to share our dreams,
Our love was so alive,
But now it only seems,
We've cast it all aside,
Now I can't believe....for the life of me....
We're throwing it all away....
When it use to be that you and me...
Use to care that way.....
It use to be we treasured.......
The little things that we'd do-o-o-o-o-o!!!!
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Categories:
ans, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, musiccare,
Form:
Lyric
Happy married life
They greeted, eyes filled with love
Like mouth and tooth love
Or fish ans water love
Three years passed
Or after a kid
They become the sun
And the moon
Why........
Why........
What makes it gone
While it supposed to maintain
This write is asking a question that I myself can't answered, I have tried a lot of times, but all my answers were not tangible, since marriage is for better and for worse. I know you are here for me to answer this.
Sun and moon have the same thing in common! But why is it that they can't become ONE, please why did love vanished between two lovers after they had married.
Categories:
ans, abuse, betrayal, discrimination, divorce,
Form:
Rhyme
Seven Years Rachel*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Sept ans Rachel by T. Wignesan
For seven years Rachel remains sealed
By the kiss she received from Jacob
For seven years she keeps her eyelashes lowered
Under the impact of their unique encounter.
When he saw her on that one occasion
He was reduced to tears,
So very much of her sweetness was revealed to him
The blue tint of the nocturnal sunset
Reminiscent of God.
There’s no love without nostalgia
When will I seize what has gotten hold of me ?
You’re as beautiful as the fleecy Rachel
When the immense army comes together.
You shine on up there like a moon-like pebble
At the bottom of a well.
You are unreachable further than the stars
An a priori hint of Him.
From the moment your gaze comes to rest on me
It lights up the fires of Bethel.*
I have seen God enthroned in your pupils
And all the exit paths in the world
Converge upon you.
The désert which has pursued me close upon the heels
Hardened roused till it reaches you
Until my return to the fold
That was a spiraling tearing apart of the fire
Hatched from beneath my entrails.
O ladder which consumes me O flame
The dwelling by whom my insides burn
You are the native home of the soul
You are the mother’s smile come to rest on the child
Yours is the infancy of God over this world
Virgin speech like God’s own gaze
The unruly smoothness of fire.
(from Jacob, O.C. t. II, p. 62)
*The poem alludes, draws and constructs itself on the imagery relating to the « legend » of the biblical Jacob’s dream and the ladder, recorded in Genesis, key symbols in the interpretations of Judeo-Christian and Islamic religious concepts and history.
• Bethel : (Lit.) « House of God »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 17, 2014
Categories:
ans, kiss, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
L unar influences on my mind
O ften make my senses all go blind
S anity takes a vacation break
T ranquility inside is now at stake
M y balanced nature is thrown askew
A nd I no longer know the truths I knew
R ambling is my spoken tongue
B elievable reality all comes undone
L ook inside my head and see
E mptiness where marbles used to be
S ans of all my sanity
Categories:
ans, introspection,
Form:
Acrostic
Friendship is a relation between friends
Relationship is a romantic relation between couples
Living relation is a sexual relation between an unmarried couple
Marriage is a licensed union between two People
Q.What do we get from marriage?
Ans.We get documented babies.
Q.What do we get from living relation?
Ans.We get family planning.
Q.What do we get from relationship?
And.We get experience, it's like a test match.
Friendship, relationship, living relation are almost the same thing.
It's like soldiers doing drills to prepare themselves for the battle.
Note. 2 × 2 = 4, and 2 + 2 = 4 hence proved that we are applying different formulas to get the same answer.
Family law 1961 was promulgated by ayub Khan but sexually mature boys and girls can do ding dong with their consent.
Q.What will you do If legal is not moral and moral is not legal and immoral is legal?
Q.Who are you to decide legal, moral, immoral and illegal?
Categories:
ans, age, boyfriend, character, family,
Form:
Romanticism
The heart is autogenic and depolarizes no less
But it can be influenced by the ANS.
Autogenic means leaky channels
And within the channel annals,
This means changes in membrane potential
And for the heart, are is essential.
The sympathetic speeds it up and the parasympathetic, it slows.
And both the sympathetic and parasympathetic talk to the nodes
But only the sympathetic to the myocardium goes.
A change in rate is chronotropic.
A change in force is inotropic.
A muscarinic receptor for acetylcholine
Opens potassium channels and that will mean
That as potassium leaves, it will oppose the leak
Of sodium entering and both will tweak
The membrane potential so that it’s slower
To reach the threshold and not from potassium, go lower.
So overall, to reach threshold, it takes longer
But the contraction is not stronger.
Beta 2 is the receptor for the sympathetic response
And norepinephrine it will ensconce.
Separate sodium channels will open and add to the leak
And faster get to the threshold peak.
But norepinephrine binds to the muscle
And in doing so, will make it hustle.
So overall, to reach threshold, it’s quicker
And contraction strength, a stronger ticker.
But epinephrine too, has the same effects
With the sympathetic flex.
Beta blockers which calm the heart
Antagonists that will slow the start
Bind to these receptors tightly
And make the heart beat more lightly.
Categories:
ans, science,
Form:
Verse
THE LIGHT HOUSE
The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our historical past for others to enjoy.
Than shall we not pass the torch forward.
It is up to us, to save legacy's heritage,
For the future generations to come.
Crumbling monument’s cry out to be
Remembered, times cruel weathering, does
Ascend tearing at the walls of mortar,
And chipping at the layers of paint.
Can we not lend a helping hand, to aid in
Such a worthy cause, to preserve our past.
Allow us as human beings, the keepers of
The lighthouse, to fuel the fire for preservation.
Let us leave a historical landmark, a piece of
The past worthy of saving, to be restored.
Hand-N-Hand, brick by brick, layers of
Humanities historical records need
Preservation reclamation.
It is a proclamations that should be heard,
For prosperity's sake alone.
Rise up Toledo-ans, see the torch light from
Afar distant island, let not this flame be
Stamped out, or fade away.
No not here in the grand state of Ohio,
In the light house, off Sandusky Bay,
Shall it's rays of brilliance shine again.
Against the Lake Erie waters, standing
Tall, as a beacons light of hope,
For future generations to come.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
ans, america, future, heart, history,
Form:
Free verse
Haikus by René Etiemble, with commentaries, Translated by T. Wignesan
(Taken from Etiemble’s only collection of poems (out of thousands which he burned in a fit of rage against the university in 1983): le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash: sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, 158p. He had also published a critical work on the haiku.)
1. Epigraph strictly intended “for the heart and the ash”:
For fear of dying
of leaving dear ones behind
he did die of fear
(As the above seventeen syllables, which forced themselves upon me in October 1983, do not contain any latent kigo nor patent kiregi, I can hardly claim they make for a (proper) haiku. Let’s simply pretend that they are made up of seventeen obsessive syllables. Page 15.) Pages 92-97:
2. Haikus for Konrad CZYNSKI, Columbia University in the City of New York:
Millions of diamonds:
sun shines on this freezing rain.
Thousands of dead trees.
“The length of the haiku which does not permit itself to be laid out with blank spaces within its three metrical units, (yet) here in France and elsewhere is presented as a tercet; I insist on preserving its original form and thus have let it run over two pages (in one line).” P. 94.
3. Not a cloud in sky.
pond pitter patters: downpour?
burnt grass scent fills air.
4. May winter be late
on these white flakes of April!
Petals of flowers.
5.
(a) Milling sea anemones
carnivorous under sea:
my field frozen under.
(b) Milling sea anemones
carnivorous under sea:
field of frozen white.
(c ) Milling sea anemones
carnivorous sea flowers:
my field frozen under.
(Etiemble says even Basho didn’t always respect the 17-syllable count. And adds: “Basho may never be able to say that in this page he didn’t recognise and approve (at least) ONE haiku!” Page 96-97.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
ans, imagery,
Form:
Haiku