Best Valdez Poems
Dr. Zhivago, 12 angry men Valdez is coming Clear and Present danger Scent of a woman Armageddon Medicine Man
Top Gun the ninth gate Dangerous minds, Milk money wings of the dove
Cider house rules and shangi noon
The shadow {knows} Bugsy the firm dangerous dogs Jack
Men of honor Quills WATERBOY
the way we were Dead Poets Society bird on a Wire 50 first dates
Never been kissed
gone with the wind Cactus flower Serpico The little mermaid
good will hunting unstrung heros
The Labarinth Wizard of Oz Miracle on 34 th street
Scrooge
Beguiled the good the bad and the ugly High plains drifter
Love Story, 2001 a space Odyssey 16 candles
Pretty in Pink Star wars The Robe...
LOVESONG TO AN ALASKAN FISHERMAN
If tame you want
Tis fool you’ll get
In fishing North high seas
But if you go a trolling
And you catch a fish like me
Prepare for love ---prepare for war
There’s not a moment’s peace
And you’ll forget flushed one nightstands
And follow schooling breeze
Oh-- I had loved you mighty
Knocked the pluck right from your chest
Gave you babes and warmed your nights
And wove your babes a nest
And fool you were to throw back in
A love that topped them all
But one last chance awaits you here
To heed bold Nature’s call
So head inland and fight the gales
That plague this stormy sea
Think of love that grabs your guts---
There is no fish like me.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Valdez, Alaska
revision of poem written in 2012
Tears in the tar
carried far
cry the dolphin
to a passing star
...help us…
see the gulls
who now don’t fly
see the whales
who search for sky
coast of destruction
while they all stand by….
experts tweet
executives meet
“fool proof plans”
don’t mean a thing
while seagulls die
without their wings…
drilling
is it really
what you want?
Gulf coast spill
and Ecuador
the Exxon Valdez
the Queensland shore
yet new drills poised
to poison some more
... what are we asking for…
b!tch and preach
don’t mean a thing
if we can’t walk our talk
without convenient rings
tones explode
and we’re to know…
that a saying was penned
and is so true…
“we can’t have the cake
if we sh!t in the stew…”
to make real change…
is to change how we ‘do’.
whipping winds
biting ice bound branches
as they scream
midnight black
howling thru afternoon
wolves eat sun
V. Anderson-Throop 2015
Valdez, Alaska
Bored with a tawdry sanguine summer
Languidly
She licks the brilliant summer blue
from the sun addicted sky
Through naughty cloudy lips
Sucks millenniums of genetic grace from
Orchestrated flocks of fright
Fleeing down the age old
path of migratory birds
safe no more
With a westward huff
She
Casts them out randomly
Spews
Squawking streams of wing 'ed broken teeth.
Enraptured with her own manuevers--
Naked now she twirls
Reaps magnificent carnal powers
Roiling In a screaming bath of sacrificial sailors
Flicks her ice tossed coiffure
Lingering in her savage beauty
She bestows heartless wet kisses
on sailors' upturned sightless eyes--
Bloodless slaves forever bound.
Sated
She whips through frigid seas
Disbanding archipelago chains
Paper-like streamers frothy in her wake.
Tempestuous Goddess of Accidental Largesse
To her survivors,
breathless in darkness,
She provides salty tears as recompense
Heading
South
before she sleeps.
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Valdez, Alaska by the shores of Prince William Sound
Nov 2014 night after a hurricane
A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound
while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--
But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.
There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow
their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man. It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies
and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another . And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne
a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred
who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy. Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska
I've wanted to write to you for such a very long time
To tell the world in general that you're a friend of mine
Though I burden you with questions to answers that I seek
You stand so strong beside me in times that feel so bleak
Not once have you denied me for anything I've asked
nothing seems so great that you can't take to task
In return I will try to let you know...somehow
That I shall walk beside you, plant a kiss upon your brow
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Inspired by PS: John Valdez from whom I learned a lot
Thank you John...
CALLING DOWN THE AVALANCHE
Call my name
Bury me in mountains
As you leave
Terrible splendor
Ice pack this fiery splintered heart
Crush these bones to match
Victoria Anderson Throop
Valdez, Alaska revised from May2013
W inds whip lassos of snow encumbered razor rodeo ropes
I ce glare blinding beauty stealing sane men’s secret hopes
N ever mind the sun has wandered down a lonesome trail
T ethered now to mountains so the twilight sky looks frail
E dgy nights attack lone hearts with blue brained Northern Lights
R iling men to suicide on endless time dead nights
V Anderson-Throop Jan 2015
Valdez, Alaska
WHITE NIGHT LOVERS
your shadow calls in moonlight
sweet breath of Cedar
Fills me with winter longing
sun and moon
white night celebrates
each embrace
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Valdez, Alaska
Disappeared is time for one and all
Who leave their footprints by the sea.
High winds grab voices as they fall--
Secured in silent memory.
Stormy nights like anchors sink
To dig and take a-hold
And long beyond will form a link
Of nights, a chain of love grown cold.
Ice hearted she-cats shed blood tears
When hidden in their beds
And in the night the future’s clear
Tho' torn to bitter shreds.
Love lost too soon howls hard in pain-
Will not lie down and die.
Sleepless nights toss on in vain,
With time they multiply.
When north winds shriek round rocky coasts
Screaming winter’s name,
By roaring fires survivors toast
To ease the loss and blame.
Tears are shed for lovers lost
And for sweet youth gone by,
When the heart still thrummed with hope
When twilight kissed night sky.
Would we live it all again--
Repeat the joy and ache?
Lucky that the choice won’t come
By God --our hearts would break.
V.Anderson-Throop 2015
Valdez, Alaska
Shadows Reversed
Luxurious spring blew into my ear
nesting birds delighted senses
just sprung from dreams
morning prayers were simply shadows
as I smelled your sweet womanhood
I readied your bath of silken warm water--
lilac soap lay ready to kiss your neck's curling hairs
my heart bursting with lusty joy
popped like a silver bubble--
to find you the shadow
V Anderson-Throop
2014 Valdez, Alaska
V. Anderson Throop
June 9, 2014
Valdez, Alaska
FOGGY LOVE
Brazen world of white—meant for lovers by the sea,
Thunder chasing fog horns-- shake her lonely restless bed.
She can’t help wondering if that warning’s meant to be
Last call notice for the crappy life she’s led.
Good men loved her and proclaimed it to her face,
Bad men used her, left her weeping like a child--
Wild nights are worthless-- there's nothing can erase
Lamentation of the crazies chased to make the heartbeat wild.
A lonely life is tricky--- a slippery burden hard to bear,
Whisker-edge teeth sharpen—blithely gnawing to the bone.
Maybe it’s not a weakness-- yearning for a soul to share
A life the wildest hearts expect they’re doomed to live alone.
Foghorn thunder! Blast away –be heard on land!
Foggy lives aren’t only nestled neat by sea and sand.
V. Anderson-Throop 2013©
Valdez (foggy town), Alaska
Thick fog august 8, 2013
Fog horns for the past 3 mornings at 4 am
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez,
A magic elixir, always my morning mainstay
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day!
If I don’t have my coffee, someone will pay
No excuses, I do not care what anyone says,
Give me a cup of coffee so I can face the day
Fresh from the ground beans of Senor Juan Valdez.
Written August 12, 2022
[a triolet]
fragile dawn
summer bravado cracks
splits the sky
duck flats freeze
flurried white fills footsteps
frail adieu
fragile dusk
ready kindling stacked strong
storm rages
V Anderson-Throop 2014
Valdez, Alaska