Best Anderson Poems
Peggy Anderson, what can I do
I've tried all evening to get through to you.
I loved your poem about your friends
And the Iron Bed is like the one I once had.
Keep up the good work
And thanks for your nice words
On my poems My Guardian Angel
And Stubborn or Gifted.
Keep up the good work
And I'll try again
To let you know I enjoyed
The poems you put in.
Cile Beer
At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.
Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full of kindness and words like a song
She saw through the silence, knew the girl didn’t belong.
Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor so bright
Igniting a spark and banishing the girl’s night.
With patience and wisdom, the teacher gently untied
The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s pride.
“Believe, my dear,” she whispered, “you are strong,
Your voice is a melody; let it carry you along.”
In the world of words, the girl found her escape
A refuge in language, a chance to reshape.
The pen became the girl’s ally, the paper her friend,
Thus began her journey, a path to amend.
Through verses and prose, she let out her fears
Dropping them like anchors, dissolving in tears.
Anne Girvan—the guide, the catalyst of change—
Empowered the girl to break free from her cage.
In the alleys of Kingston, the girl’s story took flight,
A blossoming author, her words pure and bright.
She painted her struggles, her triumphs, her strife,
A testament to the teacher who transformed her life.
The pages reverberated with the strength of her voice
A symphony of triumph, a tale to rejoice.
The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free,
Her metamorphosis sparked by Anne Girvan's decree.
In Kingston’s inner city, where dreams often stall,
A teacher and poet answered her call.
Now she pens accolades for the one who believed,
Who unmuted her voice—her hero, reprieved.
This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace,
Whose influence lingers, transcending all space.
Decorated with praises among the heavens above,
Her ode to Anne Girvan, a testament of love.
l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house badly damaged.
The Anderson Shelter.
Shards of glass and splintered wood
and wardens struggling through the mud
the 'all clear' wail that died away
in echo's walls, we had to stay.
Attuned attention we turned our ear
as doodlebugs our greatest fear
and clung to box in case were gassed
and held our heads to measured blast.
The holes in walls and roof ripped off
and dust exhumed with every cough
we held hands tight for what we'd see
from metal tomb as we climbed free.
Our home destroyed and belongings gone
but no one hurt, not single one
we don't look back, as days were bad
we survived it all , for that we're glad.
It all begins with only a twinklin' shimmer of light.
The sin begins to get dimmer and I felt the spark ignite!
So bright, it lit a path inside the crevice of my soul
So I didn't fight, but started to laugh at the light that filled my dark hole.
Such brilliant radiance like I have never experienced before.
Your words were like a cadence, and your passion I couldn't ignore
From above you gave me love at times I can't quite express.
You; I can't get enough of, for you are the light in my darkness!!
Of course there are times when still I falter,
But always you’re the first to sacrifice your heart at the altar.
There are days when the darkness hides their lies
And I lose what is real before my eyes
Yet, you are the first to pick me up and forgive
And point out all I have left for to live.
That rhythm of your words and the love inside your voice
Still gives me each day a reason to rejoice.
sorry this took way to long to put up jimmy!
I can't control what I'm feeling inside
Come with me baby and take this ride
I'll take you where you wanna go!
In a rush or soft and slow
Never again will you be lonely
Want to be your true love only
Let them talk-it won't make me run
Just let me be your number one!
You will be my number one,two,three,four,and five
Just believe in me,for I've never felt so damn alive!
Let them talk,it's just the jealousy in them
You better not walk,for we are the perfect item!
They can feel my rhymes,the magical and heavenly flow
People prejudged me for my crimes,and yet only a few really know
You loved me from the start,and yet you didn't care what I'd done
So I gave you my heart,and made you my number one!
*Note: I wrote the first two stanzas and Jimmy wrote the last two
PINK
PINK
PINK
painting PINK
In memory of Clara Anderson—artist--beloved aunt, mother and role model
Clara had her breasts removed
Long before Pink was beloved
Bravely faced the doctors knife
Mother’s friend and navy wife
Clara danced on 30 years
Battled pain
Laughed through tears
And her paint brush
Carried on
Splashed her color
Like a song
Time tends to stand still when we come together
Soft kisses break my will, and I float light as a feather
Pretty brown eyes have me high, making my insides feel funny
It’s paradise! You see it in my eyes-you taste like honey!
Your manicured hands touch my face, send chills down my spine
A tingling sensation as we embrace surrounds me in your sunshine!
Time tends to stand still as we lean into one another
Imaginings run wild; and emotions overflow even further
Strong hands hold me tenderly in our embrace
Intense brown eyes, into my soul, lovingly gaze
I tremble; loneliness dispelled in the moment and time
Unwrapped, I’m immersed in your sunshine!
(this poem was inspired by the three word title, which was stamped upon a vintage typewriter platen that I recently purchased.)
Karen Anderson is…
stamped upon my platen, forever to be seen.
I wonder what she thought, and where she's been?
Perhaps she typed her own name,
thinking only later on,
that no one might quite find her,
with no paper drawn upon.
Yet here she is, sweet Karen,
and I wonder just what she is.
Is she drawn and quartered, married?
Is she paralyzed with fear?
That some may come one day,
and recognize her fear?
Might every breath be chaos now,
with death close, ever near'r?
Yes! Karen Anderson is,
and shall be to the end.
Will you and I be here or gone
when Karen on this platen fades?
So here we contemplate sweet Karen,
sweet Karen on this roller plate.
A typed omission of her past,
a stamped reminder of her fate.
~TH~ --- March 11, 2015
http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Every corner I turn, I see your sweet face
The memory, like a ghost, haunts me still
I recall how you loved me you gave me your all
I can not believe that I pursue you, just let you go!
Now my heart, so heavy, my days dreary and dark
It is I whose pride I must cast aside
I must search in earnest, and lay every doubt aside
And pray that day; comes, when I touch your sweet face
When my days become brighter no longer to exist in the dark
I promise, on my honor to give you my all
Until you return to me, there is no place I want to go
So right here in this time I wait for you still
Your joy, your pain, every heart beat, share it all
We’ll blend as one, laying insecurities aside
Wherever you go, my heart and I also will go
No longer haunted by the memory of your sweet face
For now I know above all else, I love you still
In the light of your eyes I bloom but slowly, die in the dark
When the storms of life bring clouds so dark
When loneliness engulfs me, clearly I see it all
In the quiet of night when all is still
I lay alone in our bed, I cast my mask aside
On your pillow I swear there’s the imprint of your sweet face
Tears flow, my pain grows, no respite, and no where to go
Every thought of you lingers for hours and won’t let me go
I find no comfort in solitude as I sit in the dark
I pretend you lie here in this bed; I can almost feel your face
Ingratitude was what I offered when you gave to me your all
Your quiet devotion, taken for granted and cast aside
For wanton, shallow affection, I am nothing! I need you still
If you could see me now and I could see you still
If you would come to me now, today, or I to you, go
I’d pledge my life; my true devotion put my wanderings aside
Emptiness would not embrace me as I sit here alone in the dark
My heart I’ll give only you forsaking others, all!
And bask in sunlight forever if I could see your sweet face
In my eyes you’re still the light that shines in my dark
I would go anywhere, for you, I’d give you my all
Let foolish pride fall aside that I may behold your sweet face
WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The underdog, none new under the sun
For the top dogs, there we see Miss Ferguson
Doing the homespun trying to go nuts
Furiously livid like she had a blunt
Exeunt, is where she directs him
And stares at Mr Anderson as he slowly walks away
Why Mr Anderson why
Personified, he wonders why
To say good-bye, he can’t but just he does cry
To gentrify, he is horrified and lets moments pass by
He can revivify, but he keeps staring at the blue sky, like he would stellify
For his thoughts are stultified
Why Mr Anderson why
Someone said, reality will always stands in the way of a man attempting to fulfill his hearts desires
All men are the equal, they say, but some are more equal than others, when I enquire
Like in a choir, we wore the same attire, but you in a suit I don’t see you inspire
I am tired, I don’t want ceasefire because I miss Molly Maguire
Dear sir/ma’am please respire
Why Mr Anderson why
Why thought of the brainiest and feelings of a war man
I saw a warning, but I am a blind man
With a stick to lean upon and lead the way
For there is none of the men can define you
For the destiny of a man is for himself
Like a wise man would say, if a man truly wishes to fulfill his dream, reality can never get in the way
WHY MR ANDERSON WHY
The only echo to be heard behind
Author Neo Charisma Masetlane
Beautiful Souls Collaborating - A Collaboration with Walayee Whitlock
Jimmy A
With this pen in my hand I am so ready to collaborate.
Your body is a wonderland, and your hourglass frame I sure appreciate!
So tell me whatcha think, and we can try something new.
Your heart is the missing link, so now you see how bad I need you!
Through this stanza, can you feel our energy and the magic we make?
It's a special bond we have in our poetry that removes all the heartache.
We come together as one and built a solid everlasting foundation.
Forever we will shine brighter than the sun through our love and collaboration!!
Lay
The mere thought of a collaboration is a quite remarkable sensation
I've had a bit of writers block and now you've given me inspiration
The words you've penned and questions you've asked
It seems you know me; like you've seen my hidden stash
My stash of hidden emotions, heartache, and pain
But how could this be when both are locked away behind years of rusty chains
Then I remembered you had the key
The "missing link;" our poetry
It unlocks the chains and frees the pain
It's what keeps us sane...and "wonderland" is what remains
In your letter you asked a few questions which require an explanation
And answers you shall have little by little, but only via our collaboration...
You walked up to me and took me by surprise
Spun me around and looked deep in my eyes
When I felt your hot breath on my neck so near
I collapsed into your arms and forgot my fear
Staring back into your dark eyes I could swear
I see the universe completing itself in there
There's a difference in us tonight it seems
This melting kiss awakening my dreams
I awakened feeling complete,my soul at peace
Your kiss quickens my heartbeat,and this passion demands release!
We laid melded together,at the top of the universe
You gave me a love forever,and cured me of a heartbreaking curse!
We long forgot,the heartaching,loneliness and fear
I became your Lancelot,and you became my Guinevere!
Nothing could compare to this,for the sensation reigns supreme
Your melting kiss awakens my very dream....
In the valley of love and mystery
She's thinking about her history
With lovers before he came along
But now she's woven him into song
This certain love she feels for him
Is deep and proud,it's not a whim
His love for her cannot be weighed
So strong and true,it can't be swayed
Two lovers in a great romance
A king and queen to lead the dance
Beside each other come what may
Their love was born on Valentines Day!
Cupids arrow flew,and hit a bulls-eye straight into my butt!
At first I was scared of you because of the butterflies in my gut
But I followed your radiating light,and you led me away
No longer do I fight,for love was born on Valentines Day!
Uncertain of the intense emotions inside,and yet I keep pressing on
Ride with me like Bonnie did Clyde,and you'll never be alone
Cupid finally got it right on the money;just never go MIA
I'm all about you honey,for love was born on Valentines Day!
I metamorphosed into a king,and I made you my enchanting queen
I'm determined to do anything,for my heart was ailing and you were the vaccine!
This love will be built upon an empire,and we'll fortify this loves gateway
I will try and be all you desire,for love was born on Valentines Day!!
**note: I wrote the first three stanzas and the very talented Jimmy wrote the last three
Happy Valentines Day everyone!!
I'll be your Bonnie if you'll be my Clyde
Together we'll swim out against the tide.
I'm your queen and you are my king.
I can't describe the joy you bring.
My best friend ever and the love of my life.
I want nothing more than to be your wife.
You get me like nobody has before.
You're my lover and so much more.
I know I'm your soul mate and you are mine
sure as I know the clouds'design.
I'm wrapped around your finger forever.
Loving you is my life's endeavor.
You are an angel that fell from Heaven;
From one through ten-you're an eleven!
You know you are all I completely adore.
I've given you the keys to my hearts corridor!
You are the answer to my raging desire.
My midnight dancer and you have me on fire!
You know you are my idea of perfection.
It's amazing how we share this spiritual connection!
You complete me in more ways than one.
Loving you is my life's mission under the sun!
There is a blue star, Janet . . .
(from an unknown English poet)
Somewhere is a distant star
called Janet. Why?
One little girl flew there many years ago.
Nobody knew why she did this
or how she flew there.
But one familiar wind told me
about a great love Janet had
for the Little Prince
who lived on the star «B-612».
The famous French writer-pilot,
A. Saint-Exupery,
told about him in his book,
«The Little Prince.»
Janet flew toward the star, B-612,
but lost her way in the galaxy.
So now she is the Princess
of another star.
Her little house is made of flowers.
Many kind animals and beautiful birds
live near her.
The star people love their Princess.
But every evening,
Janet goes to her garden.
She looks at the sky
for a long time.
Janet waits for her beloved Little Prince,
and she believes he must fly to her.
Some day. Maybe.