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Every Cloud

I feel so happy
I cannot explain,
for yesterday I bathed
in my own tears of pain.

Was no reason
my life is ok
but anxiety gripped
and took me away.

Took me to depths
not known
felt trapped
and so, so, alone.

That cloud was a demon
an unexpected guise,
he blinded my thoughts,
he blinded my eyes.

Thank the lord
for again I am free,
I took a look in the mirror,
and guess what? it's me.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008



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The Willow Weeps

I feel left bare
naked of charm
the mystery of me
when in fullest delight
as left a shiver
so quick as the fall of the night.

My fruits that fed,
shelter to the storm,
the hidden lovers, undiscovered,
and their laughter upon my throne.

What of me now?
as winter as called,
no lovers delight,
to rest at my feet,
for I am the willow,
taste my tears
as I weep.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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The Geordie Boy

Please dad,
please don't cry,
it's selfish for me to say,
cause dad you gave me breath,
the breath I breath today.

A strong man,
always the family fed,
dad you gave us so much more
than our want and our
daily bread.

Dad you cry, I know,
for youth you know demised
but dad to me, you'll always be
the geordie who worked the tyne.

The geordie boy
who held respect
for his decent ways
and the men he led.

Please dad,
please don't cry,
your still the man
that led his men
and I can't bear to watch you die.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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Happy Birthday Dear Sister

Remember when we were children?
oh how we loved to fight,
I always thought that you were wrong
and of course that I was right.

I'm sorry I wore your new clothes
but I strutted out with pride,
I still feel your anger
but more your tear filled eyes.

We laugh about it now,
we laugh without a care
but I need to thank the good Lord
that sister,you are there.

Happy birthday my dear Sandra,
may all your dreams come true,
I am the luckiest sister in this world
to have found a friend in you.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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The Hangover

Summer warms the sloth
he stirs,
oh to have your energy.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008



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The Robin

Is your song of spring
a welcoming?
for you are welcome,so sing.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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The Bee

Lavenders aroma calls
The humble bumble,
Honey awaits all.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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The Seasons Use

If the seasons were the same
would the birds migrate
to your shores?

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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Old Originals

I've got a head full of memories
and a heart that some called gold,
I've laid beside the beautiful,
been sheltered when I'm cold,
I've danced beside the devil,
another story don't you know!!
but there ain't no remedy, no drug,
for the pain of growing old.
 
I still got my levis they date back
to sixty two, they hang there in the closet,
alone and feeling blue,
I just popped up to tell them how good
they made me feel
but they just turned back and told me
they're my scar that just won't heal.

So a word of wisdom, each day
just reach for the moon,
cause I gotta say it,
it's over much to soon,
enjoy all it's pleasures,
enjoy!! it please won't you,
and there's a pair of old originals,
you never know they might fit you.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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She

She was 
delight,
took just her smile 
to melt the cold
from their lost dreams,
in her palms she held,
everything, so it would seem.

She delivered on the
dark and dusted door
thier needs,
well in the corner of her world
she SCREAMED!!!!  
she SCREAMED!!!!

Clasped hands
around a pitied soul,
as she lays the body
bruised and soiled
but a hearty meal,
from a mothers toil.

Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2009

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