Long Ana Poems

Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it's useless to complain;
For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.

I'm guiltless, yet my sentence has...

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Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today:

Emilie Parker,
the horror grows starker
as we see your sweet image
and cringe at the carnage;
but dear, how you mesmerize
with those vivid blue eyes
and...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and ice tea 
to this chair and table, these angled shutters,...

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Permacultural project proposals,
for those who live where forests once prevailed,
could become sacred reforesting projects
employing secular eco-political democratic development
principles and procedures and Honorable Harvest policies
inclusive of Sacred MotherTrees.

Who: Maybe your local interfaith cooperative network.

When: Ongoing,
permaculturally developed...

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Sybil Madison
	(her stage name)
	And Bernie Dodds
	(real name)
	Weren’t nobodies.
	She had been in pictures,
	He directed 
	And wrote a few.
	You remember-
	Those great lines in
	Down In The Trenches
	And she- that look she gave Cary.

	They live high in a palm...

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Mma (Beauty)


Izunna Okafor dere ab? a


Kere kere ka ? na-egbu
?b?nad? n’anya onye ìsì
Onye chi ya g?zìrì
O were nke ya, mebe ngàlá

Mma ad?gh? n’ótú ?n?tsha
Maka na ihe d? ?t? bu ihe d? ?k?
? b? ezie na...

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WALLS AND WAILS

I am confined within these four walls
For far too long and pray a wall falls
And the guns jam with wardens asleep
As I take a walk of freedom, a leap
To a new world without...

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First breath Sep 2, 1931 and a special child with a heart shaped like a rose named Emma is born into this world.
This special child develops into a beautiful woman with an old fashioned tea...

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Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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Mafunzo ya kupata mtoto haiitaji tution 
chukua OPTION ya kuumiza matress na cussion 
but decision isikue abortion is the OPTION

ilikua date 2 month 2 alipomuambia I love you too
so after night two ,alipata mimba na...

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Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds me from embracing  thee, thyself  in turn.

Thine all...

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He chose me
As He looked down from the cross
He chose me – to live for Him

He chose me
From Calvary’s hill
To give back to Him
A heart who adores

He chose me
As light for this world
Shining like the...

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Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy...

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Was born to be a mule,
got barn weaned in the August hay
Didn’t know ev’ry next day
was gon be like my first Labor Day

My Louisi-Ana, ebony twin fetter friends told me,
I was gon gator cry pray...

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I'm sorry for all the times,
that I have let you down.
I never meant to.

You were always
there for me.
I was never there for you.

I owe you my life,
for all the things you've done.
You owe me nothing.

I...

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On a dark Friday night, creature crawling 
The darkness silenced, frogs in swamps shuts 
Croaking and the hissing create muted at once
To perceive the whistlers whistling in turns 
PaMushika-shika, To board home, Combies

After being dropped...

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Ana is a nickname used by those with anorexia. For some, it's a "superior" way of life. For others, it's a way to belong. Ultimately, it's a life ruled by fear; whether it's ever faced...

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She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put...

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In life there are many doors 
And 
Windows
Where some people passing 
And find 
What 
they want...
And other passing 
And
Fail to find
What
they need. 
You can be loved 
By few people 
And hated
By the majority of them...

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I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen.  She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without...

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The Submission Page does not upload Arabic alphabet symbols, so
I posted my poem in Arabic on the Notes/Photo page above my poem.

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I gather images of Easter's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts and memories:
emerging crocus, budding branch,...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday...

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~ for Ana ~

I was there many times -
I’d been watching him for years,
(he, black as coal),
almost two decades now,
an extraordinary age for a wolf ...
every full moon, and only then,
he came to the clifftops...

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We rode into Nacogdoches, with our pistols and our Bowie knives,
Volunteers for Texas—we came to risk our lives.
Some of us had families, and others, just the memory,
And some of us they didn’t hardly miss in...

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