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Anthony

An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly

Premium Member Anthony Bourdain 1956-2018 -

* Many years now since this very talented, very HUMAN guy left us … those holes never fill, and he is sorely missed. (This is a form I invented called “Tredicum Plus”. *

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my brother ...
you caught me off guard -
of all those who struggle like we do
in darkness, with the
hideous demons that lurk
I was sure the victory was yours -
that the knight was astride
his steed, steadied -
armor shining bright in the sun
sword and shield, sharp and enduring ...
but alas, it seems the
devil wants the final
fiendish word …

long did I look to you
for strength ...
a flicker of light to guide
me through the murk -
the fog of pain and error and
fallibility that so often
gathers for those of us who
feel too deeply - 
who see sensitivity as
more of a curse than a gift …
you understood that path quite well -
walked it many times
as I have …

you knew the beasts
that scratch at our ankles -
those shadowy minions that seek
to rake us into hell with every
step we take in redemption's course
but your light shined so bright!
you held it high and
proud for so long that I took
it for granted - depended on it …
and now that light is snuffed
the black is all the
more oppressive - all the
more glaringly heavy and deep ...

   … and empty …

now the path
is twisted, obscured ...
and without the welcome of
your glowing spirit
it will henceforth be cluttered with
ambiguity and question -
each further step, taken in
hesitation and doubt …
tragedy, pain, sorrow, regret
their names matter not -
they wreak the same horrid havoc
and those ragged, merciless monsters
have claimed you …

aye, the sun will rise a wee bit
colder on the morrow, and life’s flavor
is now tinged with bitterness …
still, you left behind a torch of humble exuberance and vitality
and those of us who know the
treacherous paths of life -
those darkened 'parts unknown' -
will hold it high in your memory
and give the devil all he can handle ...
of your mischievous smile
your twinkling eye
and your fierce, fiery heart …

Rest In Peace, Tony.

Caylee Anthony

Did you wake with a smile on your face?
Were you ready to start, set the pace?

Feeling and wanting to just be close?
Are you wand’ring alone as a ghost?

Where were you and why did you go?
Many were looking don’t you know?

Caylee I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
If I were they wouldn’t even dare…

I’m sorry you missed big girl pants….
A father to hold you a hug and a dance…

There won’t be a clown or pony you see.
Only rain and sorrow inside of me.

Every child in the world touches my heart.
Oh so young when they depart.

I’m sure with Sarah you dance and play…
Together forever every day…
 
There are no tears where you are…


For Casey Anthony

Three years
In jail
For lies
Yet honesty means nothing to you.

No,
I wasn't in Florida 
When Caylee was murdered
But you were.

Don't blame everyone else,
You know it's your fault.

I cried 
When I read about what happened
To your only daughter.

I cried 
When you were found not guilty,
Maybe you're happy 
About what happened,
But the rest of the world is disappointed.

She was a small girl
Who just wanted her mother,
Not death.

Susan B Anthony - a Maverick

A conqueror for women's rights in a time of male dominance
A tireless activist, a regarded speaker, a trail blazer for her time   
She paved the road to equal rights with a steady uphill climb
With pen in hand, the "Revolution" brought her prominence

A maverick with pen in hand and brazen voice 'til the end! 

When she spoke, people listened; some did not like her position
But this pioneer could not be silenced from her cause
Passion running through her veins, she was jailed for breaking laws
Yet in the face of opposition, justice and suffrage was her mission

A maverick with pen in hand and brazen voice 'til the end! 

Susan B. Anthony died in 1906 in her 86th year, I am told
She worked for women's rights 'til her death; her spirit driven and bold

In 1920, the 19th Amendment was passed, women's suffrage the definition
Sadly, she did not live to see her most ambitious dream come to fruition
  
A maverick with pen in hand and brazen voice 'til the end! 



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 6, 2012
Second Place in Mavericks Contest (Cyndi MacMillan) 

*Enclosed rhyme ~ I added two couplets at the end and included a refrain  
(source: Wikipedia.org)

Premium Member Mark Anthony and Cleopatra-3

The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering, 
The deserts breath, is so stilled,  under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the 
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a 
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow, 
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.


The Susan B Anthony Few Know

The Susan B. Anthony Few Know

By Elton Camp

In our day, Anthony is a person of note
Mostly in connection with womens’ vote
But name just one other thing she did do
Those who could do it are extremely few

Her image was on a dollar that didn’t do well
Is just about most people would be able to tell
We likely recall her visage that looked so stern,
But, in school, little about her work did we learn

She was active in urging and end to alcohol abuse
To try to speak at temperance rallies was no use
For a mere woman to address such a large crowd
Why, it just simply was shocking and not allowed

Opposition to slavery was a cause she advocated
Reasons to abolish the horrible practice she related
Both Douglass and Garrison she knew as friend
And planned with them how slavery best to end

Using speeches, posters, leaflets slavery to defeat,
Was hung in effigy, image dragged in the street
Property a woman owned, her husband could claim
Nothing of value could she hold in her own name

Women a college education weren’t allowed to get
With the University of Rochester, Anthony had a fit
Until the college came to admit it had made a mistake
And agreed that women as well as men they would take

About another injustice Susan B. Anthony had a say  
It is fair that women, for equal work, get equal pay
She demanded that women to professions be admitted
With minds as good as men, to any occupation fitted

Anthony also agitated for a workday eight hours long
Shifts longer than that she explained, were just wrong
She encouraged women to enter into the printing trade
And for all to purchase goods that were American made

Her newspaper read, “Men their rights, and nothing more”
“Women their rights and nothing less.”  Injustice did abhor.
Despite all the things the rights crusader came to do and say,
Very few know that February 15th is Susan B. Anthony Day
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Saint Anthony

They say you are the patron saint 
Of all things that are lost
Please help me to recover from
My efforts and my cost

I lost it at the racetrack 
And in a poker game
I lost it in a slot machine
Please help redeem my name

I lost it on my sister’s cat
And when I cleaned it up
I lost it on my sweet DeLilah
Please refill her cup

What’s that, you say?
These things don’t count?
Only real things, in any
Number or amount?

Haps you’ve seen my wallet then
My cell phone and my keys
These things I must recuperate
If you can help me, please 

While you’re out there looking
I’d have you also know
I’d have you keep an eye out for
My marbles and my eo-eo

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St Anthony

St Anthony is a patron saint
Of lost things, articles and bits
I once had a St Anthony Medal
But I don’t know where to find it

Anthony Truth Portal

Once there was a man called Anthony "truth portal"
Quoted a verse from the "HOLY BHAGAVAT GITA"
"Man is made by his belief.
As he believes, so he is."
bloody spiritual realm is the "truth portal"!

Premium Member Anthony Bourbon

Rebel to the core
a story teller
brother in arms
we all march to the same reaper
bountiful the smiles
loving humanity
giver of kindness
the greatest Houdini act of all time
 all in the eyes
	all in the eyes
		all in good time

Black holes with no visions
	ripping one from the inside out
		finally there is only one path

To the lights
take away the darkness
	the pain
	suffocation

death is your only suitor
enticing you
your last dance

RIP

Anthony Meets My True God

You 
will find
 your 
next victim.
You 
will be
 sexually attracted
to her.
At First:
But you 
will soon 
get bored.
Then 
you will play 
the game
of tearing 
her apart.
Because 
you will
 have
Utter Contempt
and 
Pure Hatred
 in your heart.
Then 
you will 
start to
 suggest
that
 she kill 
herself already.
Because 
in your eyes
that is 
the perfect 
murder.
Get 
a woman
 to 
commit suicide
 then claim
 that's she's 
Nuts and Crazy 
anyway.
And 
you think
 you can 
walk away
Self-Satisfied 
that you 
got away
 with it.
But God, 
My true God 
is 
watching you
along
 with
 his angels.
And
 believe me.
They
 will deal 
with you.
You 
Unholy One.

"The Unholy" song by Slash

(This is nonfiction)

Cleopatra and Anthony

My love Anthony is like Egypt’s love of freedom
Like the Eagle’s love of blue sky
Powerful and strong, it binds me to you

My love Cleo is like a blossoming rose
Like that first ray of sun
Sweet and tender, it protects you forever

My love Anthony will wreck and perish
The enemy is sure to bow low
The lion’s roar will not be heard

My love Cleo, will cement and cherish
The tender nation’s core
The dove will fly again

Come my love let us stand together
And see the blaze in the sky
As King and Queen stare at their realm

Come my love let us stand together
And feel God’s grace from above
As worshippers stare at the stars
14/3/13

Premium Member Saint Anthony Padua

I place all my cares
Temptations and
Anxietyies in your hands
I resolve ever to honor you by imitating your example

Powerful Patron, model of purity
Please win for me and all those devoted to you
Perfect purity of body
Mind and heart

12182011

Dwayne Anthony Woods 1973-1996

so much pain
Lord why did you have to take Dwayne

I dont mean to question your judgement
but I just miss my cousin

in hindsight I can see that we was living wrong
but I dont think the cure was two bullets in his lungs

at the funeral while they quote proverbs and Psalms
I'm holding on his moms arm trying to keep her calm

she crying my sons another homocide victim
if that bullet would have knicked him it would have gotten our attention

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