Best Introspectionstar Poems
her name was Anne
and she wrote dreams
upon pages;
the kind that roam around your mind
but are always held deep
inside your chest;
and she heaved
under the weight of tears
left uncried
and so many truths
left unsung;
her name was Anne
not of Green Gables
but of Gestapos and Gettos;
not summer getaways
but of guards and gates;
she was Anne of raven hair
with faraway eyes,
on spindly legs
running towards
a woman's curves;
but the hook of her nose
told heritage tales,
that they numbered
with hate
upon her youthful arm;
yet she still dreamed
and wrote,
of longings and yearnings
of the future;
with simplistic thoughts
not comprehending
her reality;
her pen flew across pages,
filled with hope,
yet inked in sadness;
and the winds blew the sheets
upon the prejudice
that surrounded her;
without effect
she was Annie to parents
who saw only the past
of a little girl
with shiny new shoes
pink bows
and capped teeth;
the shoes went into piles,
bows flew upon the breeze
and the teeth
shone only in fillings
of melted gold
instead of smiles;
she was the promise
of a woman's secrets,
yet to be revealed
and enjoyed,
upon silken thighs;
with desired weight
pressing love
upon waiting lips;
she was humanity
destroyed by
inhumanity;
as the world watched
little girl tears
float away,
into subconsciousness,
where we didn't have to
feel them or hear
their weeping moans;
she was a star
from the family of David;
an outcast now
from society
that deemed her unworthy;
outlined by the yellow blaze
as the star
burnt itself out;
and she called to her God
without blame
for he was good and kind;
and man...
well man was man,
so unlike her God;
her name was Anne
and she pressed her face
upon the panes of our illusions;
breaking through the
shaded barriers
that we ourselves
had forged;
but too late for Anne
did we see the truths;
and now she remains
forever young
in our minds;
but dead to our
world;
and her pages
are all that speak;
her hushed whispers
grown finally loud;
we hear her voice
and feel at last
her tears,
as they slide down
those precious pages
to become
our own...
I am a star seeder…
Emotional healer of heart bleeders…
Value, unity and concentration I teach…
Assisting my dear ones with inner minds thought speech…
Observation, imagination and manifestation done from love’s truth…
Catapults one consciousness beyond feared sleuths…
Master emotion making reason based decisions…
Focusing will on your life’s grandest visions…
Knowing your self is meeting your savior…
Naturally we will display goodness behavior…
I am a star seeder…
The star sharpened, quietly bright,
as shadows darkened into night,
a point of shining light that guides
three kings to where the child abides.
They visited, arrayed with treasure,
gold and incense for his pleasure;
poor tokens for a life of trial
exemplifying self-denial.
A man above, a man apart, beloved of
God with hardly time to steel his heart;
a man who sacrificed his soul
to make the unrepentant whole.
He took Mary for his lover,
she was caring, and sought cover
to conceal his dissolution,
(a passion pure, no need of absolution.)
The star that consecrated birth
no longer smiles upon the earth;
he wept for us upon the cross
and every day we mourn his loss.