Long Annie Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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{Poet’s Note : I wrote this poem for the passing of my very dear friend & comrade, Cecyl Esau, Umkhonto we Sizwe Commander in 2021, as a contribution to his memorial service. Cecyl was given...

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JUDY…
Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days
I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze
I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write
Alas I just have photographs,...

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Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995
[the wicker basket now...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway
To hold a party in his honour on...

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Oh come, dear, sit on this bench with me. 
We don’t like all people,
Now do we? 
But yet we watch, indubitably!
With spring trees so evergreen, 
Dandelions pristine.

Annie, can you see?
There’s a cardinal in that tree.
Oh,...

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Funny as I remember now - 

I went out to the animal shelter to-rescue my little Annie one day-
some time not to long ago; and-from...

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[This is an advanced version of a poem
that I wrote on the 5th of February 
2008,
titled "The 15th of June" in
commemoration to my late 
Grandmother,
Jane Mvula]
_______An Ode To My Grand(Mother)__ 
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15 June 1918, was when...

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Saturday Morning Routines**

The familiar smell of wood smoke slowly filled my bedroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Through my window, I caught sight of the warm, flickering lights from the flambeau, casting dancing...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis...

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WELL ME AND BOYS WE’RE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE,
AS ALL GOOD GEORGIA BOYS DO.
WE WERE DRINKING AND LAUGHING AND CUTTING THE FOOL,
AND COOKING SOME GOOD OLD BRUNSWICK STEW.
WELL THE NEXT THING I KNOW AND IT...

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It was a sunny day in Green Town, and the birds were chirping. Little Anne knew what she was getting herself into, but she continued to tear away at a poster taped on the light...

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The old cottage was in a dilapidated state. Fifteen years had passed
Since my sister died. The only thing of interest was a dusty old box.
I lifted the lid: a broken flute, a sort of diary
And...

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I wade into the stream of your words
Gently…letting the flow wash over me
Feeling its coolness make me tingle
My soul is coming to life
Experiencing every ripple
Wash against my body
Feeling the undercurrent tug at me
Inviting me in...

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There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they...

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Locked in the history through the doors of his mind
Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed.
The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone,
Wrote in his blood and signed alone.
An Indian...

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So you think you know just how us cowboys should behave
But listening to your jawing, I hear Chisholm spinning in his grave
A Cowboy who don’t drink or cuss, I’ll tell you that’s not right
Ain’t you...

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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...

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"Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation                            ...

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An enormous pole 
made of chrome 
A table set 
Steve, knew he was home 

With a tiny leather thong, 
he swung around, 
in a world he did belong, 
with the rythm of the sound 

Around...

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Disposable Wisdom

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her...

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Nutty grandpa president
is talking crazy uncle Donald again
His little Chucky thumbs
is tapping epithet tweet nonsense
Batty grandpa’s been 
grumpily sucking 
on the hate hot sauce bottle
stashed in his KKK closet
Now he’s sporting a Commander-in-Chief cap,
dressed in...

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Ruth and her six year old daughter Annie, were moving along the countryside by Train. Ruth was reminiscing.  She was staring deeply into her six year old daughter's beautiful brown eyes. Ruth was feeling...

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His words cut deep like a knife,
Last night, it was as if all the unknown of the world pressed upon her gloomy soul,
His last punches blasted her chin and as well blurred her vision
The love...

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