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Anita Longino Poem
On gossamer wings
she floats through thoughts
of timeless dreams and
pages unturned.
Words written but left unread
for years as centuries
turn to new.
Her course was set
before her time,
now deep within
she feels her fragile heart
even as it breaks again.
New words to write of courage
or loss, or words perhaps of
gossamer wings that carry her
home.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
I burned a bridge yesterday,
the tie that bound was cut.
You once were my brother
but never my friend;
too much space between us,
I guess.
Through the years
the exchanges were modest
at best; two siblings in
separate worlds.
Too many words
left unspoken,
too many chances
were lost.
You drove a wedge and
created the rift
that grew deeper
with each passing year.
No longer a way to
mend or repair so
I cut the last tie. Tell me
how did it feel? Unexpected,
or did you care?
You once were my brother
but never my friend;
nothing left between us now,
just space….
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
September 2, 2010
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010
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Anita Longino Poem
Please, hear my declaration, Africa,
your deserts and your plains call out to me.
Now hear my condemnation, Africa,
the killing of your people cannot be.
You are a land of plenty, Africa,
and yet this sacrifice you do embrace --
your people die each day, no food to eat.
Do you not see this is a vile disgrace?
You are a land of contrast, Africa,
from Mozambique across to Senegal.
Your nations’ apathy is cast in stone,
no ears to hear the pleas from great and small.
You’re now my inspiration, Africa,
to make my voice be heard across the land.
Create a new foundation, Africa,
your nations must unite and take a stand.
Africa, all your nations, hear my call.
Africa, Great Mother of us all.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010
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Anita Longino Poem
As I stared at the cloudless sky
I saw a golden ship pass by,
on its way to Timbuktu,
a Captain and his gallant crew.
They carried cargo very rare –
herbs and spices grown to share,
these goods to market to be sold
for payment made in priceless gold.
They sailed along and circled ‘round
and set the ship down on the ground.
The Captain asked me if I knew
which way to go to Timbuktu.
I then said, ”no, but may you know
I’ve never had the chance to go.”
The Captain said, “come on aboard
and we’ll be off for our reward.”
Then I awoke from my deep sleep
and from the bed I took a leap;
I shook my head to clear my brain
and said thank God, I’m not insane!
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
When love is
unencumbered and
free to grow as it will,
it is like
an exquisite flower,
its blossom
unfolding in the sun.
But if it is not
nurtured
and tended,
the flower withers
and dies
and there is
nothing left
except
fallen petals
on the ground.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
She sat alone with paints beside her chair,
a canvas filled with sunshine at her side.
She gazed around the scene set en plein air,
then chose a brush to paint the rising tide.
The blues and greens were blended carefully
to capture all the shadows and the light
on water swirling in the crystal sea
with seabirds diving in to grab a bite.
The vista on the canvas taking shape
with sky and sea, the morning light was best.
A misty fog along the rocky cape
meant clouds were rolling in from north, northwest.
She rushed to add a final touch of tan
then sprinted just before the rain began.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010
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Anita Longino Poem
My thoughts of you are fewer now each day.
Has time begun to heal my withered soul?
I know that time begins to fade the pain,
but can’t imagine when I’ll have control.
The rain falls and it trickles down the glass.
I trace the drop as if it is a tear.
The silence sometimes deafens me, but now,
it is a peaceful silence that I fear.
Some pieces of me still I cannot find.
I’ve searched all over but to no avail.
I looked beside the garden path we walked,
but could not find me there along the trail.
I stand beside the window looking down,
as birds dash in and out between each drop.
I contemplate the distance to the ground
and walk away, yet wonder why I stop.
My thoughts of you are fewer now each day.
Has time begun to heal my withered soul?
I watch the rain in silence as it falls,
in hopes, somehow, today will find me whole.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
When the lotus
blooms
and the moon
hovers over
the sea
spilling its light
on the
waves below,
a lover’s kiss
tastes as sweet
as aged wine,
and peace wraps
our world
like a warm,
soft blanket;
if not today,
I pray it is
tomorrow.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
Today, I saw you walking down the street;
the one that curves around, then through the park.
I heard the laughter of the children as
they ran and played their games,
while you stood by the river in our spot.
I sat and watched with distant visions in my mind
of times we spent together feeding seagulls,
as they flapped and hovered in the wind;
you were concerned I'd lose a finger to a beak.
The gulls were very greedy birds that day.
I looked and saw you turn. I stood to wave but caught
my breath; he was not you. Of course, he was not you.
How quickly lives can change and leave mere memories
that rattle in the mind. The echoes of our lovers and
our friends who will remain forever in our souls;
their epitaphs to note they've passed along this way.
I thought I saw you in the park today, but you were
only there within the lonely chambers of my mind.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2009
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Anita Longino Poem
Come here and place your weary head
upon this pillow saved for you
and rest a while with me instead
of toiling long past twilight's dew.
Come here and I will sing the song
that calls you back from where you roam
and helps you find your way along
the darkened path that leads you home.
Come here and let me hold you tight
and offer you sweet bread and wine
to ease your hunger through the night
until you wake from sleep divine.
Come here with me inside this place
and stay abiding evermore
where dreams are kept in love's embrace
and hope is seen through heaven's door.
Copyright © Anita Longino | Year Posted 2010
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