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Anna Lee Stedman Poem
Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
you plunder through life taking no prisoners,
with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed,
tendering little in life other than your selfish need.
What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort?
You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your
circumstance; narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any
tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede integrity.
Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free -
a lover of women among inept men,
but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women.
Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with
runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood.
So many conquests, so little time.
The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting shame,
littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain...
How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul.
I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude,
and you are an inept fossil long past its prime.
From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal,
I am free.
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman | Year Posted 2012
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Through this maze of living
you are a voice affirming
reason and calling me back to center.
In our heart’s journeys
you have helped me lay dreams to rest,
brought me back from the edge,
or laughed ourselves to tears
at life and its quirks.
Through our children’s growing pains,
triumphs,
and exquisite joy,
you stand with steadfast love.
When I think of this
extraordinary journey we’re blessed with
I cannot imagine doing it without your integrity and laughter....
my abiding friend.
I am forever grateful
that you share your friendship with me.
It could take lifetimes to say
thank you
for the grace and spiritual elegance you offer.
You are this canary diamond
shedding warmth and light through so many facets.....
precious and utterly unique.
The happy in your birthday is definitely
for all who know and love you,
so celebrate!
I know for certain, I do.
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman | Year Posted 2012
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our lives
are woven into
a picture of where we live
walking history through time
births and deaths ricochet through
words and voices coloring each
thread tinting the boldness of its tone
life and breath are the warp and weft of its fabric
the rhythm of the flying shuttle mirrors the beating of my heart
and meters the momentum of this living tapestry
home
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman | Year Posted 2012
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