Short Buchanan Poems

There’s a teacher out in Morro Bay
Who won’t celebrate Presidents Day
Washington—Lincoln
Sure—Now you’re thinkin’
But Pierce and Buchanan?  No way!

2/18/22...

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In Utah, it gets downright chilly
So people are prone to act silly
The Mormons will faint
If you ain't a Saint
They don't have what God gave to Tilli? *

*Tilli Buchanan was arrested and charged
with child abuse for removing her T-shirt inside
her own home whilst helping her husband shift
drywall.  ...

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Miranda
Witty, wife, sister, mother
Sister of Cindy
Lover of freedom, grace, and hugs.
Who feels close to God, much love from my husband and the need to help
Who fears car crashes, dogs and my last daughter at home leaving.
Who would like to see, the country from a cab of an 18 wheeler, island sunset and plays on the stage.
Resident of Buchanan MI
Hawley...

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COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan


OCTOBER SUNSET

We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds 
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and 
Stalk the trees to smolder 
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold! 
Watch it tuck its red heart 
Into the cold ground....

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Water  Witch

Alcazar’s crystal  pools
Rim their ancient holes
Of time and place where the minx
Links her Pagan spells.
She watches them perform 
On me, 
Her dry, untainted lover 
Where’s there’s no escaping
Her magic 
She swims and circles my body
That’s begging 
She smiles and spirits me 
To her astral home 
And Sinks me into her 
Wet forever.

M.A. Buchanan...

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When you stop to think about it…
I’m talking old movies    with
All these old    familiar faces
How names    incredibly    pop into your head
Bit players
In movies 70 and more years old
Edgar Buchanan
Leon Errol
Binnie Barnes
And strangely    lots of names
Some of the more famous actors
Names escape memory
When you stop to think about it…..
How miraculous
They live
All dead    but quite alive...

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Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014

THE FATE OF ATROPOS

I like to tell myself 
 “I am a dreamer “.

But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops

Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.

I dread being poor, and worry 
The fury of telling false truth.

The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-

Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.

I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?...

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