Long Anders Poems

Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance...

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In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.

He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name...

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...For four years he wandered, a human scourge,
throwing in with the worst type of dregs.
He robbed from so many without a thought,
and when he slept, he saw only red.

He soon was wanted in countless counties,
but...

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When the Anders Gang came to Pitkin’s place,
Bent on murder, theft, and rape,
Amongst them rode a wanted man,
Known to the world as Chicago Sam.

He rode behind, guarding the rear
While the other dozen visited fear
Upon a...

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...With that he kicked his horse in the flanks
and charged towards Thompson and the men,
not expecting it, two of them went down
before they realized he was no longer Friend.

Now it was just Thompson and Stomping...

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I think it's time for a proper introduction,
Many have heard of Rellic,
But few know of Reilly Anders,
I'm a treasure hunter of sorts,
An adept at exploration,
Now I know what you're thinkin,
"Ohhhh great, ANOTHER archetypal girl archaeologist,...

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The English is followed by the German original
 
I should have kissed when I had the chance
Taken you with both hands, held you closely while we danced
I should told you that I miss your smile
Your...

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...The next day’s sun a posse brought.
By noon all the Anders Gang was shot,
Except for one, no longer there,
The path to their place, Sam had lain bare.

In exchange for this they let him go,
And give...

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The armor slides as I undo the clasp
Cold and pained from Winters Grasp.
Dragons yell and fly above,
Falling dead from the strike of love.
A sword in hand and mage in the other,
He casts a spell and...

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Dad is in the garden tending to his turnips,
He’s almost hidden by a tall crop of Sunflowers; 
I imagine the large yellow heliotropes
turning toward an invisible moon like satellite dishes.

I was watching the Apollo 8...

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A man called Anders. 

He sits in his cell, not allowed to read newspapers 
or watch TV. The centre of his mind is the coldest 
place on earth…. He gives, for now, no ground for
other...

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Heidenrod 8 (Zorn) Germany 
1984
 Nach vielen, langen Jahren,
sah ich die Heimat wieder.
Es scheint noch immer
wie ein wunderschöner Traum.
Die Erinnerung wird weiter leben,
in Zeit und Weltenraum.
 Seltsam, wie das Dörfchen
sich verändert
und ich alles anders fand.
Herzinniglich...

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Absence of Hate 

This man Anders a mass murderer sits in his cell like a gigantic 
spider spinning a web of curiosity we get entangled in. 
We ask questions he cannot answer, and if he...

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From space, the world is seen as a beautiful blue Idea
that could orbit forever.

Anders: Oh my God! Look at that picture over there! 
There's the Earth coming up. Wow, that's pretty.
Borman: Hey, don't take that,...

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It was not the moon but the planet Earth
that rose that day. It filled my eyes,
it made me both an earthling
and an alien.

I watched the world float over my head;
a window of light in a...

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In the absence of hatred

This man called Anders, a mass murderer, sits in his cell
a gigantic spider spinning a web of curiosity 
we get entangled in.
We ask questions he cannot answer; if he could, we...

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Jou boompie groei 

‘n Saadjie was geplant voorheen
Ek het dit amper verdrink met my trane
Dit het wel ontkiem, maar
Donderweer, Hael en woeste wind -
Onkruid, Ryp en droogtes 
het dit geknou.

Dalk het dit met ‘n goeie...

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