Best Anther Poems
Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known
in the small print of the sale there was a claws
in a nutshell it was leading to instructions about feeding
if I'd have known I would have stopped to think and paws.
Fur this big cat ain't no Vegan it eats food like Becca Teagan
in fact any living creature roaming free,
which fills me with disquiet since the Tiger's fussy diet
means the only thing at home he'll eat is me.
In retrospect, methinks I should have bought a Lynx
it's much smaller and so are what it will munch
if I'd thought about it sooner I could have got a Puma
since there's cattle up the road he'd have for lunch.
And what would have been much neater is an elegant young Cheetah
since they leave us human people well alone,
much much better than a Panther, that would not have been the anther
since all there'd be of me left is my bones.
So the motion I have carried is to go off and get married
and when the Tiger's ate and belched and had his fill
get re-wed to some more wives, they'll have short but happy lives
and they'll help me to keep down my feeding bill.
For contest 'Walking my tiger home', sponsor David Lindsay
Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a rainbow of colors, Delphinium and Daffodils also, so dramatic.
Evening Primrose along the fence will create quite a stir, and on the porch
False Watercress spilling out of a container, and then old dependable,
Geraniums and Glory In The Snow, I love my dreamy dream of spring flowers.
Hyacinths, scented jewels of color sparkle in my garden, along with
Iris Reticulata, an early spring treasure, it will be a wonderful place.
Jacob's Ladder, with blue-purple blooms, mingle with Johnny-Jump-Ups.
Kalmia Latifolia, pure white blooms, related to the laurel family.
Lily-of-the Valley, so sweet and fragrant, how could I forget you and,
Meadow Rue, a lavender wave in the wind, and anther old dependable,
Nasturium, a gardeners dream and it is also edible. Oh my list is long!
Oriental Poppy, was there ever a more heavenly gift from God, except maybe
Pasque Flower, unfolding from beneath the snow, and those Pansies and Petunias!
Queen Anne's Lace, so pretty is her lacework, did you know ishe is a wild carrot?
Rosemary, with a scented pretty flower, like dew in the morning is a must, as is
Sage, that billowy haze of lavender, pushing away the rainbow Snapdragons.
Thrift, delightful vintage touch to my rock garden in the shade, sweet the tulips too.
Umbrella Magnolia growing in the garden corner, with creamy white blooms, and
Vinca Periwinkle with lovely blue flowers, friends to Violet and Viola.
Wall Flowers, who love the sun, drooping with snow cap jewels, oh over there
Xenia's blooming in marine colors, so unique. And here a childhood love,
Yellow Anemone, aka Buttercup, who does not love Buttercup?
Zinnia, friend of Sunflower, elegant and colorful, nods. Must this dream end!
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April 13, 2016
Poetry/Abecedarian/In My "Dreamy" Spring Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 16-777-564-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Have you ever cried?,
Felt your mind go loose
As you lose sanity.
The people around you
Slowly shrinking until
They vanish into thin air
Silence screaming in your ears
Then solitary you find yourself
Glimpses of you being normal
Pazzling your mind like a math
test.
An awkward silence after anther
You could berely tell who you
are.
Have you ever felt a pain so
deep?,
Your heart drowns in all the
misery.
Anger consumes you
Then followed by a tantrum
That could last a life time.
All the good memories
Have been reduced to one
sweet nightmare
Irradiating on what your life
should have been.
She turned to see the look in his eyes
Then bowed her head and turned to cry.
For she knew in her heart he would never be hers
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die,
But there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn't he feel the same way?
Could she make it through another day?
She never felt a feeling so strong
But then her friends had proved her wrong.
They reminded her of all the guys
Who in the past had made her cry.
But she had so easily got over them,
Why couldn't she get over HIM?
Was it his smile,
Or his everlasting gaze,
That made her heart become ablaze?
AS the weeks slowly passed
Anther guy's heart she grasped.
Yet she did not feel the same way,
That phrase 'i love you' seemed so cliche.
So she never said it back,
And her love for him forever lacked.
So in this circle that never ends,
Another door opens
And passion begins.
what if i wasnt going to live until tomoorow
would you notice that i am gone?
what if i died suddenly in a car accident
would your grievence period be long?
what if i were to have your child
would you stay for me or for the baby?
what if i showed up at your door with my heart in my hands
would you love me or just think i was crazy?
what if i just walked away
and left this world in the blink of an eye?
would someone say a kind word
or will you all just lie?
what if i try so hard and never make it
past the spot that i am in?
what if all my good deeds
never can out weigh all of my sin?
what if i never stop loving you
and always be there?
how long would it take you to notice
that i really do care?
what if i move on and fall in love
with anther?
would you then tell me your feelings
or would you hide like a stone cold brother?
what if i always loose
and never have a chance to overcome?
what if i never love again
and you were truely the one?
what if you never relize
that you hurt me so?
what if i never get the chance
to ever let you know?
what if i dont remember
the way things used to be?
will i ever really know
the true meaning of me?
what if i keep pushing you away
only to want you more?
what if the game i play suddenly
makes me a whore?
waht if i cant undo
all that i ahve done?
what if i never stop
blaming it all on the chosen one?
Form:
"WHITE LILY"
When the first
snow-white lily
sprouted from drops of milk
spilled from Hera’s breast
and on her lap sweet Hurcules
rested, baby feather fingers touching
she smiled a surrogate mother’s
fantasy, to make time stop still
reached her hands to
touch the Heavens
creating something of her own
this not from her body torn
her very own Celestial Galaxy
the Milky Way was born
White Lily
lilium
leirion
lilium
leirion
golden ochre anther
Venus rose from
sea of foam
envious with eyes of green
marred it’s beauty
with male pistil
ardent jealousy
White Lily
I am the Rose of Sharon,
Lily of the Valley
Sings the Song of Solomon
Flowers of the Field
White Lily
Springtime Nazareth
blessed Time of Flowers
Our Lady and Our Lord’s
Holy Annunciation
Gabriel fresh from Heaven’s Gate
white petals at his feet
Shining Light Illuminates
Announcement Incarnate
White Lily
Black Night of the Soul
Garden of Gethsemane
not hiding from His enemies
He looks upon their
clean beauty as He prays,
speaking secrets to their stamens
He smiles at their response
3 petals each flower displays.
White Lily
Sacred blood spilt on soil
The water from His side
drink His tears filled with blood
His white robed
Apostles of Hope turn to HIS Light
now they're sanctified
blooming from His Spirit
death denied eternally
WHITE LILIES
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JIDoEC2pUU
1 John 5 (NIV)
Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting,
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther,
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem
To crowed you in are repelled.
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise,
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts,
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly,
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother,
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.
BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN
We’ve seen flowers
Of all colours
Flowers that are bright
Flowers, blue and nice
Flowers that invite bees
Flowers that kiss breeze
Beautiful flowers
Flowers are different
Some hold strong firmament
This flower radiates fragrance of scent
Opens its petals for my sake
Kindles my heart
Knows not the word ‘hurt’
Passionate and loving flower
Beware of phony flowers!
Which pretend to fulfill heart desires
Flowers with uncircumcised petals
Blooming flowers
With smouldering pollen
Burning anther and stigma
Unforgiving flowers
In turmoil; fighting with hard lines
Opening mystery drawers
Where they hide concoction
Poisoning your soul without remorse
Macabre flowers
Past Art.
Feel the screaming call of the haunted past.
Begging for anther ponder
just one more mindless wonder?.
As I try unbind my mind from this twisted thought
that you are still wishing that I fought
Stuck in time as the clock tick forwards,
I have no doubt i saw something.
a spark of life, cant describe it,
but you felt you must hide it.
As you paint this picture perfect puzzle
Of a pretty lady with out pain or struggle.
Never hurt or even miss stood in a puddle.
Art thrown over to mislead the other.
but i saw it.
The part of you, you missed to cover,
The part of you , you want no one to discover.
Wild acts and thoughts I want to tame.
but you an unfinished picture,
just not worth the frame...
Failing to keep colours with in your lies..
are those even real tears in your eyes?
08/09/2010
bb
All aboard to tour the galaxy
No one sad, it won’t be bad
There is truly much to see
You’ll get to see the other life
Life is everywhere and it’s so grand
Far away from worldly strife
Exploring life in another land
Rogue stars racing through galactic space
Six million miles an hour they fly
There’s planets and anther race
Have you ever wondered why?
No evil there, no pain or toil
In a billion years they’ve done it all
Traveled light years in a blink of time
So far ahead, we seem so small
A trip of luxury, sublime
Plan your stops and see the stars
Beyond the cosmic dust you’ll sail
With the faintest memory of Mars
And communicate with scalar mail
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
Wipe away your tears,
time to fight monster with monster
and chase away all of your fears
with metal smooth and cool;
douse the burn of pain.
A simple flick of the wrist
turn on up, reveal a vein
to drown sorrow in familiar
red haze. Roll up the sleeve
where hidden underneath
your life’s history you cleave,
what’s writing another story?
The veins watch from beneath
so play god, make judgment,
release the monster. Fang and teeth,
slide metal in below skin,
adipose tissue, bite through
muscle as you search for a vein
and feel your life run away with you.
What a way to go,
The greatest show,
Most on this planet, bidding adieu.
Brilliant Jacko is no more,
Yet his spirit still haunt’s the corridor.
It seems it was his “EVERLAND’,
He wrongly named it “NEVERLAND”.
Although he lost it to bad debt,
Hasn’t really left it yet.
In life the best father,
With death gone much farther,
Its most likely now, he’s inside God’s larder.
I’m sure he’s there with Peter Pan,
On this crazy earth he was some man.
Sang and danced like no one can,
From what I see, it was God’s Plan.
There are many who claim he was terribly rotten,
But for millions of fans he’ll not be forgotten.
In a billion oysters there’s one great pearl,
Meeting anther Jackson sounds so very unreal.
Remember him for his greatness, not something that’s vile,
No one could prove he was paedophile.
- Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Untitled
We dance across the heavens, like shining stars,
to the never ending beat of our universes heart.
Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey,
aches of sentiment, in the throes of lofty sentimentality
that becomes red dew, flowering over the cornea, of a rose
releasing its sweet fragrance, ever so slightly, lightly
down the sides of its imaginary nose.
Sentiment, envy, desire, so anther life goes.
B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2003
Untitled
I stand on the edges of a desire,
a desire to be all that, – in this life –
I have never been, – in all likelihood –
could never be, for it is not in me.
Yet, in me, it is, as I read biographies,
autobiographies, ancient histories,
I see the dream – illusive as it seems.
Heavy sheets of liquid crystal hang,
fall before these old brown eyes.
Only, the telling comes in ripples
that dot the landscape of reflections
painted upon the cold black surface,
of a pavement that lays before me.
A sad portrait is painted every day,
it comes in the reflections, of those reflections.
Life has flown me through valleys richly
carpeted in jewels, emerald green and serine.
Life has dragged me over rough, ancient mountains,
dropped me over sharp edged, rugged cliffs.
Life has hauled me across screaming creeks,
down raging rivers without a paddle.
Life has thrown me into the fires of hell,
upon plumes of smoke, sent into the ether.
Life has guided me into heavenly spaces
where one will find beautiful places.
Life has shipped me into the shadow less abysses
of blackness where light of night stars hang
in the endless skies where one opens eyes
B. J. “A” 2
April 19th 2003
Untitled
Life lived – looking back –seems to have been as poverty laden
as the life that lays before these tired old feet – its faden
with inactivity, motiveless, motionlessness passages of time.
The richness in both – lost to another time and state of mind.
And who really may care ?, about the poverty in both.
And who really may care ?, about the richness of both.
And who really may care ?, about the memories of both.
And who really may care ?, about the life or death of both.
With Easter at hand.
It seems the hand is the only one who cares.
Assumed death ?, assumed resurrection ?
B. J. “A ” 2
April 20th 2003
Its crazy cause I knowing gave my heart to a man who has a better half
At times I laugh
To keep from falling all in my feelings
I've tried to cut all dealings... with this man
But my heart as well as my mind had its very own plan
I tried for the most part to understand but my insight to the situation is void
With my very own feelings I've toyed
Although he says he loves me i kno he loves her more
She's hard core, his obligation; a mandatory chore where as I'm his sideline private whore
That he may have developed some sort of feelings for
But so what I've come to anther conclusion
Instead of my secretive invasions, & my the limited intrusions
I need my very own man to satisfy my soul
Complete me, wind and dine me, sex me, all as a whole
I wanted that person so badly to be you
Although I knew
Our love would never blossom to anything more
Bc Mrs. Chore has it on lock
Regardless to all the tricks and attempts her strong hold always blocks and forces me to Stop
Dead in my tracks thats the kind of love and respect I envy bc that's the very kind I lack