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annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 5/17/2013 3:07:33 PM
picnics over and so the romance ends There is a lonely heart club just around the bend You will most likely find me there with all my friends I've grown quite fond of that place I've even made curtains with lace A flower pot or two adorns the windows Hoping that one day they'll make rainbows Watching them grow as I sip my Merlot

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 5/12/2013 5:34:35 AM
THAT Mother's Day Card As much as I would want this to be a sappy I love you Mom with all the trimmings A very deep part of my soul just won't let me I'm unable to sort out any of my feelings I stare at the beautiful wordless Mother's Day Card Each year I struggle and the words escape me Wordless thoughts for a wordless card Are what I seem to find and truthfully THAT is the best kind of card for her 'Cause we never understood each other But... we do have a deep wordless type of understanding It's complicated and yet, my worldess card is screaming Instead, I'm sitting here with my favourite fountain pen Writing this weird twisted WTF type of poem

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 5/11/2013 9:34:48 AM
I'd volunteer every year to judge the contest A taste tester's job is not to be taken in jest! Some gave their lives to make sure that their king Gets to live an other day to take care of things Jesters, taste testers and concubines All needed to help keep the king healthy 'Cause no one wants him to die suddenly Stories from the past written on the fabric of time

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 5/10/2013 3:10:34 PM
ate eggs for breakfast while roosters crowed Probably makes the chicken frisky don't ya know! Hearing the barnyard alfa type of rooster strut his stuff Makes the chickens a layin' and one ain't enough Eggs for breakfast is a no brainer Southern fried chicken for dinner Sure makes all of us healthier and happier Salut! To our morning crowing barnyard rooster

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 5/10/2013 1:23:17 PM
Anna's Epigraph Basically, I was a honeymoon baby My dad referred to me as his practice shot I was born kicking and screaming Apparently, I adruptly stoped When I turned two years old Apparently, I drove my parents practically crazy But somehow somwhere in their hearts they loved me Apparently... ha ha ha... I was the first girl and the first baby on my mother's side AND the first girl, amongst a sea of male cousins on my father's side Needless to say, I was spoiled rotten by all four of my grandparents Apparently, I was a huge flirt and I was good at working the "crowds" I did not look like my cousins I inherited the viking gene While my cousins had the native gene The only blond blue eyed kid Amongst grandiose beauty of my dark haired Red skinned kins We often played cowboy and indian Guess who got to run for two minutes in the woods Then get hunted and caught and get tied to a tree Of course, predictably, an uncle or my dad Would suddenly appear out of nowhere Scold the lot of them Before they would untie me The next day we'd do it all over again In a weird way they loved me I remember in the school yard A bully pulled my braids Always tried to lift up my skirt I would push and punch him He was too strong for me What do I see The whole lot of my cousins Running towards me They proceeded to beat the crap out of him While they were screaming "No ones beats up on her except us!" In a weird way that made sense to me My cousins got expelled And the bully got nothing 'Cause apparently savages Will always be savages According to the white man's world Weird to me 'Cause I was one of them It bothered me To be treated differently than them So, all my life I've lived looking at the world in a wraped way I still feel cheated that I did not inherit the native gene In my dreams I sometimes get visitations Turtle is my animal spirit Turtle woman is whispered So, from a honey moon baby To turtle woman Sometimes makes me feel like a super hero character But I realize that it is my wraped way to look at this matter

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 5/6/2013 12:39:40 PM
With french fries and a pinch of salt I'm listening to the "Tennessie Waltz" Sitting in a diner with a good old fashioned juke box Poodle skirt, mohair sweater, saddle shoes and bobby sox Listening to "Rock Around The Clock" Followed by Elvis's " Jail House Rock" Staring at my beau across the table Locking eyes with "Unforgettable"

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 5/5/2013 5:21:19 PM
tell em' this week's special is raisin carrot cake Chicken on the grill or your regular shake'n bake French fries, baked potato or mashed up with butter A tall glass of cold milk makes a meal like no other A full belly entails a feeling of satiation A long hot shower will help with digestion Hoping for the synchronisted x-rated type of longing Turn off the lights. It's time for some good old fashioned loving

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/28/2013 12:56:29 PM
The Inner Goddesses's Point Of View With dreams of buried treasure and island women I stare at ye and wonder what was he thinkin' A man aboard a ship with tattered sails Bearded and smeling like lukewarm stale ale We stare at him as he awkwardly mumbles something or other And we realize that yet an other one has come to plunder We escort him to his guy idea of hidden treasures We then throw him in the man cave with all the others It's kind of fun to see the confused look on his face While we all run off to our world of satin and lace Inner Goddesses do not hate captains of lost ships It's just that many have the attitude of if it fits it ships We are often treated like a commodity Sometimes even adored like a beautiful oddity We truly have the pick of the crop 'Cause our island is where the buck stops

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/28/2013 12:16:46 PM
with loads of buried treasure and island women I stare at ye and wonder what was he thinkin' A man aboard a ship with tattered sails Bearded and smeling like stale ale We stare at him as he mumbles something or other And we realize that an other one has come to plunder We escort him to the naive guy idea of treasures We then throw him in the man cave with all the others

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/28/2013 6:15:57 AM
spin flameing battons while juggling sardines That thought, makes me hungry for saltines Merlot, baguette and an assortment of cheeses Sitting by the waterfront carressed by the breezes Listening to the waves gently carving the rocks Erosion has patience and it will never stop The sound of the waves are so soothing The smell of the ocean air is quite intoxicating

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/27/2013 9:16:31 AM
One Minute 'Til Noon! Youppie! One minute 'til noon I can now sip at my Merlot 'Cause some of you mignt not know A good catholic Does not take a sip Until the two hands of the clock strike twelve To some of you it might appear That my moral compass has gone to hell Oh well... Taking out my mental deck of 51 Forever trying to solve THAT puzzle with the missing piece My soul forever playing hide and seek I often wonder, does it really have any answers I seek Or does it only want a piece of me? Which piece might it be 'Cause from a logical point of view All of me needs each other to continue 'Cause this carcass of mine Is stuck in the four dimensional world Helplessly stuck in this frabric of time A four dimensional web Without a trap door Underneath the carpet On the dining room floor And the demons neetly tucked in the deepest part of me Are aching to have a time out In a way their deserve it 'Cause they've been on good behaviour They are loudly ratling their cage Demanding they be on center stage Time to drink Merlot And fry some bacon It's a mood thing Maybe I'm ovulating Nonetheless, I confess I'm somewhat of a mess For some unknown reason I feel it might have something to do With the changing of seasons

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/26/2013 12:42:46 PM
blast off in your time machine kid Guess what, that's just what he did Honestly, sometimes can't help but wonder With their Iphones, Ipads or whatever They live in an other fabric of space and time With no correlation with this world of mine Where is our point of intersection? What happened to communication?

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/24/2013 2:25:06 PM
eyes blinded by the sun My soul becomes undone Feeling naked in such pure light Like a dog with no fight I stand there And I stare Unable to see clearly A veil for my eyes only

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/22/2013 5:28:52 PM
in green fields of clover I impulsively bend over Searching for a four leafed clover Honestly, I simply cannot help it Like bubble wrap, one must surely bust it! Compulsive innocent behaviour Or some kind of kinky disorder Don't care, it's so much fun! Whatever!

annasthasia

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Haiku Connection - Part IV Posted: 4/11/2013 5:10:13 PM
with much happiness I pour you tea my lovely Good to the last drop

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 4/11/2013 2:38:04 PM
Shooting stars on some dark night Makes my brain go: "What a sight!" I wonder... Does anything really matter? What I see, or what I don't see Does it matter to you and me? I just want to feel sublime In this wonderful fabric of time!

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/11/2013 2:20:52 PM
Random Thoughts There's a poem screaming to come out of me I'm a twisted tortured soul and for the life of me I have no words to express my random thoughts Thoughts withdout words are tough to decipher Just what is the message that needs to be plundered I simply wait while frustrated I wonder... All I know is that right now I'm so f u c k e d up I so wish I knew the answer to my soul's question "What's up?" I ache that's for sure My soul so is raw right now That's for ****ing sure That is almost a haiku type of poem I wonder if that ranks highly on a poet's totem I hurt and ache for some kind of reprieve But I've got is unwritten words to retrieve So off I go to my beloved merlot For some reason, my soul says: " I thought so." My soul is speaking in a loud voice My figure head needs to listen It's not like she has a choice! I wonder does it matter? Honestly, does anything matter? Our earth has a limited life anyway Once our sun dies the whole earth Will become a museum For those future aliens So... does anything matter I wonder... WTF is a matter I'm hormonal, menstruated and full of merlot Way too many details... I know, I know... Ok... enough for now and .... anyhow... It's not like anything matters I'm a friggen mess and in tatters For those that get me, I thank you For those that do not...same to you!

annasthasia

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 4/9/2013 6:12:11 PM
softly serenades the night While birds are taking flight A lover's lament or a desperate plight A melancholic mood on a star studed night

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/9/2013 6:02:02 PM
won't get caugth up in the negative stuff Trying to be friendly like H. R. Pufnstuf Remember Rusty and Jerome from the Friendly Giant? How about Casey and Finnigan from Mr. Dressup? I don't know why those memories suddenly pop up But I had fun watching them in the presence of my aunt She would hold me in her arms all bundled up While I'd hear my dad ask my mom to pass the ketchup

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/7/2013 6:10:36 AM
Routine Sex A friend told me that it was time to find a gentle lover I smirked and said I'd rather invest in a good vibrator! ; ) I admit that getting rid of the butterflies in my head Can be a challenge once I climb in bed Finding "Do mate" on my mental to do list Sure takes away layers and layers of romantic bliss A sincere hug and a romantic kiss is something I miss At the very least, do the deed and seal it with a kiss!

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/7/2013 6:01:20 AM
this time a gentle lover Or maybe a good vibrator! ; ) Getting rid of the butterflies in my head Can be a challenge once I climb in bed Finding "Do mate" on my mental to do list Sure takes away layers and layers of romantic bliss A sincere hug and a romantic kiss is something I miss At the very least, do the deed and seal it with a gentle kiss!

annasthasia

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the upside down slide backwards from the bottom Posted: 4/6/2013 5:57:45 AM
^^^ I appreciate the colours of your soul Unraveling rainbow after rainbow Painting with words is a gift Giving people's souls a gentle lift Unwraping layers upon layers Going to the core of your reality For many of us is not that easy Yet, off you go and execute flawlessly I am often quite moved By the rawness of your mood Expressed with powerful imagery That forever stay with me For that I thank you I feel blessed knowing you

annasthasia

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the upside down slide backwards from the bottom Posted: 4/5/2013 5:39:52 PM
^^^ I relate to that... Love those lines... I have nothing left to take and only myself left to give I often feel like I thread upon a frozen ridge To darn busy trying to keep warm Hoping I don't slip and break an arm Or a leg or smash whatever is left of my soul In a million pieces like would a crystal bowl Yet, for reasons unknown I look away from the abyss Hoping I don't suddenly Need to go for a piss The cold weather Has that effect on my bladder So much for romance You smilin' by any chance?

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/5/2013 7:10:29 AM
Angel Smell Woke up at 5 o'clock to this intoxicating smell I'm alone in my home and I'm wondering what the hell? I have no words to describe that kind of smell It is not perfume, nor food or any type of earthly substance Unable to identify this exotic type of incense This smell has woken a part of me That refuses to go back to sleep I wander around the house aimlessly Trying to find the source where it seeps It is delicate, exquisite and somehow celestial Could it be a brief passing from an angel? My soul silently tells me That this smell is not earthly Hence, angel smell it is to me

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 4/4/2013 3:23:20 PM
Aging Sack Of Guts And Bones In the freshly turned swails and berms Trying to protect my epiderm Lotions and all kinds of concotions Trying to hide the constant erosion Lines of wisdom or tell tale signs of desperation? Onlookers has its own unique interpretations I may sometimes feel like I won the fight But why do I feel like I'll lose the war?

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/4/2013 3:15:46 PM
in the freshly turned swails and berms Trying to protect my epiderm Lotions and all kinds of concotions Trying to hide the constant erosion Lines of wisdom or tell tale signs of desperation? Onlookers has its own unique interpretations I may sometimes feel like I won the fight But why do I feel like I'll lose the war?

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 4/1/2013 6:10:57 PM
we'll have some fun today Let's go outside to play Fresh air and birds chirping On a swing, pushing Gently and carefully Synchronisity Looking up to the sky Wishing I could fly

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/31/2013 7:25:17 AM
Wondering why the wind blows As I sit here eating my cheerios Trying to keep myself together It's not easy 'cause life's weather Has been unpredictable Often unforgivable While the wind carves my soul I remain helpless truth be told

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/30/2013 12:30:03 PM
cold showers and chocolate smores Have me yelling for encore! Well... it used to... before Now, spring is in the air My hormones aren't playing fair Where's my bottle of Nair? Apparently, love is in the air Phone rang, got to go, you all take care!

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/29/2013 10:39:31 AM
for butterfly wings and silver spoons Nothing to trade but hot air balloons Still searching in my bag of goodies At the bottom I find a box of candies Oh look, a candle with the scent of angels Undescribable odor.... Yet, strangely familiar Standing tall like an ancient warrior Going back in my bag, 'cause this ones a keeper

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/27/2013 2:00:25 PM
Ode To My Naughty Companion, Blush Blush, my dear Blush, Why do you make me blush? Why can't I control you? I turn red right before you Naked emotions surfacing It's quite frankly embarassing! Without warning and at the worst time I feel the wave of the gentle heat climb I turn beet red and everyone starts to giggle I stand there mortified at the whole spectacle I swear, I hear you whisper my name It's like you want to make your presence known Or is it your way to get my undivided attention Babbling fool am I, in front of an awkward situation It would appear I summon the cute gene When Blush revels in the awkward scene It's like my body is apologizing Before my mind did the processing Reacting to a situation before words are used Makes all of me quite confused While others are pleasantly amused

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/26/2013 3:22:14 PM
just tryin to stay a simple man Having fun just kicking the can While waiting for the Candyman Or is it the elusive Mr. Sandman? Dreaming a dream is so much fun Random thoughts all on the run Deleting file after file in your mental USB Helps cope with reality on this side of eternity

annasthasia

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Is dating a widower/widow that scary? Posted: 3/25/2013 4:26:36 PM
Is dating a widower/widow that scary? It can be... I once "dated" briefly and I mean briefly. It got creepy when he invited me over to his house and he had turned his dwelling practically into a shrine dedicated to his wife. It was creepy. In the living room there was this huge 5 feet by 6 feet picture of his wife. In the bathroom, her space had not been touched since her death. ( She has passed away three years ago at the time I had the date.) He also disclosed that all of her clothing was still in the closet in the bedroom right down to the her perfumes, make up and lipstick. All untouched... I practically ran out of the house when he asked me if I wouldn't mind if I wore her perfume and put her lipstick on. Yea... THAT creepy... Note, this is just one man and I hope that they are not all like that. All I know is that widows can be interesting as long as the grieving period has been dealt with. I understand the waves of grief that one may experience at times but it is important to put things in perspective. Life is for the living right?

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/23/2013 7:00:43 AM
^^^^ NOW What happened to Now Coy and elusive are you? Permanently bumping into The window of opportunity Tightly squeezed between yesterday and tomorrow Memories seeping throught the fabric of time While some are succulent, decadent and sublime Others get quickly wraped in thick blankets of sorrow

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/23/2013 6:00:12 AM
what happened to now Coy and elusive are you? Permanently bumping into The window of opportunity Squeezed between yesterday and tomorrow A fleeting moment in the eternal fabric of time While some memories are succulent and sublime Others get quickly wraped in thick blankets of sorrow

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/21/2013 6:37:15 PM
Ode To My Intimacy Demon The first demon I decided to face Goes by the name of Intimacy Look at it all wraped in lace Tall, overflowing with sensuality It confusing the hell out of me But I simply cannot help it It repels and attracts me Like random ends of magnets I have no issues "being intimate" As long as you don't try To tenderly hold my hand While "doing it" I have no issues with you hugging me As long as you don't look in my eyes While you are holding me Why to I have all these mechanical moves That makes you believe That I'm in tune with your grove Your proximity scares the daylights out of me If I let you touch the essence of my soul Will I poison you or will it be the end of me? Intimacy! Please answer me! WTF is wrong with me! For monts there was silence I asked my dear friend Persistence To help me by bringing Deliverance Their intentions were noble at first But they both fled and my life Went in full reverse I read self help books and googled Until my eyes got all sweaty In a weird twisted way And a strange surprise to me I started to enjoy its company This demon isn't so scary really It's just that it has this uncanny ability To tackle and cut the wind right out of me At the most awkward times you see So, after reading and trying to figure myself out I just decided to show affection without expectations Being gentle and genuine and hope for the best Really put Intimacy to the test It reared its head and tried to spook me But I continued with Diligence And with the help of Sentience Intimacy literally shrank before me Was it THAT simple? A genuine hug That pulls the plug Allowing the flowing motion And graced by Elation Crap! It took me almost a half century To understand this unknown side of me! This demon has been tamed somewhat But others are lingering Waiting for the perfect timing To knock the wind out of me Why do I fell like they all want a piece of me?

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/21/2013 5:37:52 PM
screaming with joy All the while being coy Trying to hold myself back But I can't. It's as simple as that THAT is a feeling I haven't had in a while I thought of that this morning too Funny how life seems like mosaic tiles Each unit plays it part to please you

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/16/2013 7:29:04 PM
I love you, I love you not My soul is aching to share Yet my mind is too shy to dare I stare at you with eyes Silently screaming Wondering why oh why Aren't you reciprocating The untapped flow of energy The untamed raw sensual tension That has my inner goddess Screaming for attention As I sit here staring at you I realize you simply haven't a clue On just how deeply I hunger for you Desperately trying to tune out The constant brain chatter While my soul wants to shout out *"I love you! I love you! I love you!"* Instead you ask: "What's the matter?" I look away and say: "Nothing... " "NOTHING!" my soul screams "WTF is the matter with you? Why can't you say: "I love you!" " My brain is trying in vain To get off the soul train 'Cause tonight my inner goddess Is chaulk full of naughtyness Tonight, she's taking over The rest of me will take cover Temporarily shuting up the brain chatter 'Cause right now that's all that matters Love me or don't love me Right now it doesn't matter to me Why do I feel that these thoughts will haunt me? While my soul yanks an other petal off of my daisy

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/14/2013 9:57:13 AM
A symbol of that which ensues Mutual understanding of world views A symbol can mean a set of values To some they are unquestioned virtues To others they obstruct and oftentimes confuse That feeble inner voice that witnessed the abuse But instead silently screams And takes one for the team

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/12/2013 12:18:19 PM
four dollars a gallon how long will it last Don't know but heating with natural gas Keeps my home cosy, welcoming and warm Shelters me from those nasty winter storms Home made soups and delicious stews Keeps my soul alive and warm Longing for thee sun's warmth Honking geese, sound of spring news

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/10/2013 9:01:15 AM
I want this poem to be part of this thread. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem was nominated by the UN as the best poem of 2006 Written by an African Kid: When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in Sun, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black And you white fellow When you born, you pink When you grow up, you white When you go in sun, you red When you cold, you blue When you scared, you yellow When you sick, you green And when you die, you gray And you calling me colored ??

annasthasia

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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 3/10/2013 7:17:40 AM
the guys give me hell at the foundry Me thinks they are just jealous of thee A woman that cares enough to do your laundry Is surely someone that has a deep appreciation of thee Or maybe, she just does not want to see you Take out your cleanest dirty shirt And in public be seen with you ( giggle) Holding hands, and openly flirt

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/2/2013 6:52:49 AM
That Long Distance Sound Late last night, my phone rang It made that long distance sound I checked the number and I knew My soul is surely hell bound My heart skipped a beat as I stared The damned phone kept on ringing How I wish I dreaming! Yearning for someone is one thing The transfer into reality is an other Life is simply not playing fair! He is now a bonafide family man He chose her and she promptly Proceeded to fart out two kids He has the wife the kids And that damned white picket fence Why is my thought pattern so hazy and dense? I'm still staring It's still ringing I'm not answering My soul is hiding My body is paralyzed My inner goddess is freaking out And my mind is without a doubt Frozen in a place and time Flashback after flashback Of memories so fine I divorced one Loved and lost one Buried one I'm done.... When it comes to relashionships I'm burned out I wish I could abandon ship But my soul won't let me The damned phone is still ringing The sound of the damned is stinging me In way totally unknown to me Finally he falls in the messaging system This morning I have messages waiting Life is simply not playing fair Crossing this line, I don't dare! Go back to your married life Leave me alone! Jesus Christ! Time to walk away from the key board I'm starting to swear and it won't be pretty Apparently when a French Canadian woman gets angry It can get pretty ugly.... Sort of a sequel to my poem A Late Night Call

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 3/1/2013 2:50:47 PM
Thirsty Soul My soul is parched Longing for petrichor's Scent of amore You have that effect on me Please don't hesitate Can't you see I resonate When you're near me? Synchronisity Or stupidity I don't care I ache for you Yet, I don't dare Strangely enjoying this twisted foreign type of feeling A bittersweet aroma that is quite intoxicating It gives me something to look forward to Silently, I deliciously ache for you I feel so blessed having met you Yet, I must keep a safe distance from you 'Cause I sure don't want to scare you! I ache to have you give me satisfaction Yet I love the cosy feeling of this infatuation!! Sometimes fantasies should not encounter reality Expectations can easily crash and burn I'll content myself in admiring you from a distance I'll fantasize about all the things I want to do to you And imagine that I'll never have to say : " It's not you it's me..." Or some other politically correct versions Stated from the dumper and/or the dumpee I wish you could rain on my parched fantasies Petrichor would be such a grand finally!

annasthasia

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The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 2/25/2013 4:23:29 PM
Blessed By The Damned By the damned, I feel blessed It's kind of reassuring I must confess Flawed human to the core Making similar mistakes Yelling enore! Why does it feel so comforting Giving me warm fuzzy feelings Being part of the fallen Past sins never forgotten I wonder, Is it better To forgive or... To be forgiven I suppose it is a ying yang Kind of situation This random thought popped out of nowhere I believe at this time I will share When a cow drinks water It makes milk When a snake drinks water It makes venom I feel like such a connundrum!

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Msg: 797 (view)

The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 2/24/2013 8:05:31 AM
A Late Night Call Late last night I got a long distance call His voice pierced through my mental fire wall After we were done talking, I was in tatters What is the past or present to former lovers? My brain was totally empty It went hiding in my soul's pantry My inner goddess lit up like a christmas tree My soul was stuck trying to navigate blindly Without tools to deal with this type of situation It winged it and lost itself in his soul's pure essence That man totally intoxicates me Part of me still loves him But he chose an other So why even bother Calling me at this late hour? He says I've always been in his thoughts Apparently, he cares about me a lot WTF.... I dared ask him... "What does she have that I was missing?" There was a long silence He took a deep breath He said something like: " It's complicated." COMPLICARED? Apparently, he still cares about me Is this an other version of "It's not you it's me?" Oh but the sexual tension And those nights of passion Are turning me into a vixen Who longs for the forbidden Never screwed a husband before I wonder, is that an other type of amore? Thank goodness he lives on the other side of the country 'Cause last night I would have made my inner goddess quite happy I still feel very guilty Thinking of the possibility Of having raw untamed sex By the damned, I feel blessed

annasthasia

Joined: 5/4/2005

Msg: 796 (view)

The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 2/21/2013 2:22:16 PM
Random WTF Type Of Thought A long long time ago I heard a supervisor saying " Only people in cemetaries Are irreplacable you know." So much for motivation Or worker's satisfaction Then I got older Hopefully a little wiser And now I wonder Is there some truth to that?

annasthasia

Joined: 5/4/2005

Msg: 794 (view)

The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 2/19/2013 1:18:18 PM
The Flu Knocked The Fight Out Of Me Without warning I woke up Sunday morning With the flu Who knew? Cold, hot, everything in me aching Dizzy, hungry but too weak To make myself something Anything... So, I camped out on the couch Layers upon layers of blankets Box of tissues and other trinkets Hoping I'd somehow get through it But it just got worse and before I knew it Every bone in my body was ratling Then my soul started churning That big ball of WTF Too weak to even feel fear I saw a glimpse forbidden images From a world far away That my brain had carefully stashed away Snippets of very sad chapters of my life Played over and over again Too weak to fight them off I starred with my soul's eyes Wondering why? And an unknown voice said... Why not? When those horrific movies were over I realized I had broken my fever Exhausted, I managed to get a fire going Made some tea and tried to stop crying I had no idea what time it was I was still stuck in THAT world of WTF With no fight left in me I took the hit dead on Waiting for my kettle to scream I was anticipating A mental tsunami Then I thougth of a saying by Mark Twain "It's not the size of the dog in the fight It's the size of the fight in the dog." Then I had the strangest thought When DOES a dog give up? Fast forward two days later Feeling sicker and sicker I still have no answer Go friggen figure!

annasthasia

Joined: 5/4/2005

Msg: 3100 (view)

8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line Posted: 2/19/2013 5:21:05 AM
small meteorite with one hell of a BOOM Well, it's one way to get rid of the gloom and doom People are foraging for those precious fragments Quite precious, those stones from the faraway firmaments Energy from an other time and place Makes me wonder of the untold tales they hold Travelling from far way places with such haste I'm so puzzled about that , truth be told

annasthasia

Joined: 5/4/2005

Msg: 793 (view)

The Dog Pound for Kittens Posted: 2/18/2013 10:19:11 AM
Reflections From A Premenopausal Woman Ok, here's the deal I have no friggen clue how I feel Some days I'm ok Some others I'm not My soul gets twisted in knots And my inner goddess wants to play Those forbidden games To tame the untamed Heck, I'm not fifty shades of grey I'm every friggen colour of the rainbow Even I don't understand myself yanno? It's a hormonal thing they say Honestly, I don't think so I paid a price for my lifestyle Way ahead of myself Even I cannot keep up With my wordless thoughts Forever living in that big ball of WTF Apparently, I intimidate suitors They come callin' and they see A bruised up warrior Full of battle scars From past distant wars It is apparently intimidating To see a woman morphing Into something unnknown Deep down I'm just a girl Waiting to be asked to dance Hoping I get my chance At .... romance...

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