tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72619580376016692552011-11-27T18:13:50.798-06:00EarthboundPoetry and revisions:
Welcome to my poetry workshop where I tinker and tweakAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-58888762717129385892010-12-10T06:42:00.000-06:002010-12-10T06:42:25.814-06:00My brain
Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz
The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others.
Left Brain Dominance: (16)
Right Brain Dominance: (16)
Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz
Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-1796900446588395642010-09-24T17:56:00.000-05:002010-09-24T17:56:13.397-05:00Texas Spring Storms
Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-44687674541168951182010-09-24T17:49:00.002-05:002010-09-24T17:49:12.284-05:00Full Moon in Aries--Phoenix, AzAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-59906381937966817882010-09-11T20:54:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:54:40.305-05:00om mani padme humAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-60179549175436026712010-09-11T20:51:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:51:20.347-05:00Medicine Buddha Mantra by Khenpo Pema Chopel RinpocheAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-51008066385578207832010-09-11T20:49:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:49:28.225-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Tail ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-15796653810411326742010-09-11T20:48:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:48:28.877-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Third-Eye ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-58805160319204593012010-09-11T20:47:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:47:27.647-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Navel ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-60508639956091047452010-09-11T20:46:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:46:49.038-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Crown ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-77487528064150480332010-09-11T20:45:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:45:00.429-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Genital ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-38258516952145687392010-09-11T20:44:00.001-05:002010-09-11T20:44:29.746-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Throat ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-75449914757681729192010-09-11T20:44:00.000-05:002010-09-11T20:44:04.326-05:00OSHO - sounds for the 7 chakras - Heart ChakraAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-77253232047738059712010-07-31T10:11:00.000-05:002010-07-31T10:11:48.099-05:00Desert FloweringDesert Flowering
Sometimes
I wonder which side you are sleeping on and
If your hair is tousled, or if there are
Pillow case marks on your cheek.
Are you hugging a pillow like I do?
Have you gone through a dozen dozen like I have?
I wonder what wakes you up and
If you startle awake or slowly come into focus.
Do you stretch and thank God for making it
Through another night? Or smile as the
Sun Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-66320614670714786182010-07-26T17:55:00.000-05:002010-07-26T17:55:07.881-05:00Perhaps Patchen's best line....
"There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death."Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-43738686270261758142010-07-02T18:49:00.000-05:002010-07-02T18:49:37.481-05:00Our New Poet Laureate
For The Anniversary Of My Death
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rainAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-15057195491246459732010-06-27T21:03:00.000-05:002010-06-27T21:03:31.998-05:00ThoughtThe past changes into what we want to remember...Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-22900438922002286232010-06-04T22:33:00.001-05:002010-06-04T22:34:47.879-05:00Prayer for the life we are killing with each gallon of oil
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins, InversnaidAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-17491294296064758652010-06-03T15:36:00.000-05:002010-06-03T15:36:40.361-05:00South Padre Island, Texas
Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-75644551151951319342010-06-03T15:23:00.000-05:002010-06-03T15:23:10.402-05:00Sunrise South Padre Island, TexasAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-30994512556521896752010-06-03T15:19:00.002-05:002010-06-03T15:19:33.859-05:00Bluebonnets in TExasAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-7931026751114955652010-05-25T22:39:00.002-05:002010-05-25T22:39:14.247-05:00For my Mother 25 May 2010My Mother passed away 6 years ago today. She was 86. She was an All-American Leo, born 19 August 1918. Mom was popular AND kind. She was head cheerleader in high school, something I didn’t learn until she was 80; a woman came up to her in a restaurant and thanked her for being so nice to her in high school. The woman said she lived on a farm out of town and that Mom was the only girl who would Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-68669896364463278662010-05-10T09:36:00.000-05:002010-05-10T09:36:00.538-05:00Helpful BookThe Invitation by Oriah Mountain DreamerAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-55460966883831656462010-03-22T22:50:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:52:27.138-05:00Snow on the first day of SpringAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-77637051284666642682010-03-03T09:12:00.001-06:002010-03-03T09:14:44.274-06:00EndingsSometimes 'I love you' is a nice way to end things...Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-46068937748330277642010-02-24T00:33:00.003-06:002010-02-24T00:39:56.739-06:00Lost and Partially FoundIt's interesting to suddenly look back over two or three years and recognize what shit one has been putting up with. Bad grammar, but clear. One wonders who one was? Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries. Very freeing.Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-52872363182894558862010-02-22T09:22:00.000-06:002010-02-22T09:23:57.230-06:00Rabindranath TagoreMore Poetry and Songs byRabindranathTagoreI seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age old pain,Its ancient taleAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-89708617067461848892010-02-12T18:39:00.003-06:002010-02-12T18:45:12.484-06:00Winter PortraitCopyright image Anne Robinson 2010Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-8924254312583339932010-02-12T14:30:00.000-06:002010-02-12T14:33:19.233-06:00A Cold CowAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-80206146573183602002010-02-12T14:24:00.000-06:002010-02-12T14:28:27.705-06:00Snow in TexasAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-37969791787497835672010-02-02T22:53:00.000-06:002010-02-02T22:54:56.680-06:00AdmissionEverything exists at the same time.If I love you now, I loved you then.Time plays tricks. Our minds believe it.If we were God, we could love each at once.But we are only part of God.The part our consciousness admits.I admit I love you.© Anne Robinson 2010Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-73135941823057696062010-01-26T12:06:00.001-06:002010-01-26T12:07:42.927-06:00MomentMelting into you I take a new formDying in your arms each night to arise againYour taste drenching my sensesDelicious smells of you lingeringYour touch bruised into my arm...my mark of love...Copyright Anne Robinson 2010Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-58989053029889323202010-01-26T12:01:00.000-06:002010-01-26T12:02:07.398-06:00MillayPoem by Edna St. Vincent MillayTo The Wife Of a Sick FriendShelter this candle from the wind.Hold it steady. In its lightThe cave wherein we wander lostGlitters with frosty stalactite,Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,Sparkles with crystal moon and star,Till a man would rather be lost than found:We have forgotten where we are.Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowingDown the cave from a secret Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-21743436542899071952010-01-26T09:23:00.002-06:002010-01-26T09:27:18.214-06:00Will You Call My Name?March ended with such promise...April rushed in with new love's blush.May flowered, and so did we. But June came, and the open blossoms felt faint.Petal by petal,fluttering, falling,'til only the core remained.Even that held hope. But July bore down,threatening even the core. Will we Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-4455978961698780262010-01-23T21:51:00.000-06:002010-01-23T21:54:36.372-06:00Full Moon 31 December 2009Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-26025105035971095082009-10-12T16:51:00.004-05:002010-05-11T06:04:51.729-05:00The Way I PrayOur Father, who art in heaven,Hallowed be thy Name.Thy kingdom come.Thy will be done,On earth as it is in heaven.Give us this day our daily bread.And forgive us our trespasses,As we forgive those who trespass against us.And lead us not into temptation,But deliver us from evil.[For thine is the kingdom,and the power, and the glory,for ever and ever.]
Our Father who art in Heaven,Our Mother who artAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-80241334771469150692009-09-26T21:09:00.003-05:002010-07-05T20:07:44.415-05:00Last Day -- revision
Last Day of Summer Arrived, departed,Noted only in passingBy a tv blurb andA mention in a horoscope. My heart walked right into it.Gave it full attention.Immersed itself in the implications.Sat, with tea, in the sun,Watching the trees flutter,Seeing the ants scurry,Watching the dogs sniff outThe portents only they get andWe guess at. Autumn’s arrival was notedWith due melancholy,As if scriptedAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-81753798034681705162009-09-26T11:11:00.002-05:002010-07-05T20:08:45.961-05:00Last Day of SummerLast Day of Summer
Came and went,Noted only in passingBy a tv blurb andA mention in a horoscope.
My heart walked right into it.Gave it full attention.Immersed itself in the implications.Sat, with tea, in the sun,Watching the trees flutter,Seeing the ants scurry,Watching the dogs sniff outThe portents only they get andWe guess at.
Autumn’s arrival was notedWith due melancholy,As if scripted, and IAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-42090355587518387342009-09-11T15:53:00.001-05:002009-09-11T15:53:54.409-05:00Here we go......Planetary positionsplanetsigndegreemotionSunTaurus13°58'38in house 9directMoonLeo18°04'00in house 12directMercuryTaurus12°21'14in house 9directVenusTaurus18°03'17in house 9directMarsAquarius22°17'46in house 6directJupiterTaurus24°53'48in house 9directSaturnTaurus17°29'07in house 9directUranusTaurus25°27'15in house 9directNeptuneVirgo25°10'32in house 1retrogradePlutoLeo2°06'55in house 11directTrueAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-83966257107289508732009-09-02T17:30:00.001-05:002009-09-02T17:31:34.116-05:00times for revisions and re visions which a minute can reverse...This blog is my workshop. Welcome.Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-26950680189202168002009-07-15T09:34:00.005-05:002009-09-02T17:38:02.621-05:00Ruins RevisedWalking Through the Ruins The day is grey, purposeful;It is as if each toppled stone, Thrown askew by some un-named Source,Murmurs a fragment of the story.One tells of bright new laughter,While another tells of a dark, unfamiliar place.One is shattered from the anger;Another is clumsily patched together with forgiveness.Another stone catches the dew,As if remembering the tears;Yet another leans Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-19233414496257377262009-07-14T19:41:00.002-05:002009-07-16T19:46:16.715-05:00Ruins RevisedThe day is grey, purposeful;It is as if each toppled stone, Thrown askew by some un-named Source,Murmurs a fragment of the story.One tells of bright new laughter,While another tells of a dark, unfamiliar place.One is shattered from the anger;Another is clumsily patched together with forgiveness.Another stone catches the dew,As if remembering the tears;Yet another leans upward, crookedly,As if Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-55679684578751607952009-06-20T19:46:00.001-05:002009-06-20T19:46:58.184-05:00Dilemma IIDilemma IIWhen I last opened the doorWe just stood there,Looking at each otherOver the threshhold.I asked her in.She declined, mumblingSomething about havingBeen alone too long.So I shut the door.(Well, truth be known,I just nudged it barely to...)Of course, I kept my eye on herThrough the peephole. I feltA bit like Alice...And she looked back Over her shoulder at me.And here we are again.She’s Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-16974024514606142882009-06-20T19:40:00.003-05:002009-09-02T17:41:27.331-05:00RevisionAutumn RushLeaves begin to turn and fall, Pile against the fence, Scatter against the wall.I think of you this time of year..August in my heart,September in my ear.This winter will be cold--Trees stripped, without cheer,And I am growing oldWithout you here.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-11203782477835659902009-06-14T14:40:00.000-05:002009-06-14T14:41:16.907-05:00DilemmaDilemmaIn my mindLove is waiting at my doorstep.The porch light is on.Shall I leave the safety chain on?Or just throw the door openAnd say, “Come in.”Perhaps just knowing someoneIs there...By the liliesBy the rosemaryBy the hibiscusFlowering in the heatIs enough...© Anne 2009Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-44318664225950657142009-06-06T09:53:00.000-05:002009-06-06T09:54:10.629-05:00Tarot ConfessionTarot ConfessionDeep down inside, past the masks, far beneath the brave exterior,I still believe in magic.I see the Magician, standing before his altar table,calling my lover to me.I can see the Knight of Swords, in full armor, charging in with sword drawn,to insure that my dreams come true.I can see the Ace of Cups,and the chalice in the outstretched handis always meant for me.And I stay poised,Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-59881952090159851872009-06-06T09:51:00.003-05:002009-06-23T11:34:58.127-05:00Karmic LamentThis poem is based on the archetype of the Wounded Healer.Karmic LamentI have opened so many doorsFor others to walk through;I have loved so often and well;I have forgiven so many timesThat the leafy shreds I useTo bind my wounds are worn as well andSigh for my deliverance.Love, deliver me so thatI may be enveloped in your comfort;Hold me in your lap.This time, open the door for me;Welcome me to Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-35984319357023943752009-06-06T09:48:00.005-05:002010-05-25T22:37:51.689-05:0025 May 2010 For my MotherMy Mother passed away 6 years ago today. She was 86. She was an All-American Leo, born 19 August 1918. Mom was popular AND kind. She was head cheerleader in high school, something I didn’t learn until she was 80; a woman came up to her in a restaurant and thanked her for being so nice to her in high school. The woman said she lived on a farm out of town and that Mom was the only girl who would Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-13384221208381750602009-06-04T10:32:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:33:16.018-05:00The RockThe RockI was just thinkingHow strange it wasTo have loved a rock in the garden…To have stared at it, examined it,Studied its eccentricities,To have felt that I knew itSitting in its place for so long…And then one unexpected dayTo have stumbled over it,Knocked it askew,Hurt my toe, andTo have discovered the soilClinging to its underside,The mould,The beetles scurrying underneath,Finally Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-47835554630039155292009-06-04T10:23:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:24:14.376-05:00The Magnificent Inconvenience of LoveThe Magnificent Inconvenience of LoveWell, here you are. Everything has worked out the way you planned it. Life has a certain comfortable flow to it, and you are feeling quite engaged and self-satisfied. You have managed your relationships or the lack of one so that you are comfortable and they are convenient. Your career is just where you want it and the timing is perfect. You are quite sure Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-18152037458354390632009-06-04T10:19:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:20:17.817-05:00Love-Sick or Love-Well?Paul talked about the difference between John-the-Baptist consciousness and Christ-consciousness, making the case that John was operating from his head and Jesus from his heart. Paul's point was that one's intellect can only get one so far; intellect might open the door, but the heart must walk through it. This is all borne out in a later metaphor when John loses his head. Jesus, of course, Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-69900169863846048702009-06-04T10:10:00.002-05:002009-06-04T11:03:15.785-05:00MoonchildMoonchild This child of the moon,this dweller in the woods,flashed into my sphere,knocked me off course,reeling into another part of the sky.This child of the moon,this dweller in the woods,broke me open, bare,drank me up,leaving me with love’s long, spent sigh.This child of the moon,this dweller in the woods,waxes, wanes,hides, reveals.Bliss and pain mingle in her woods,lit by her moon, fueled Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-56516026333621798902009-06-04T10:09:00.001-05:002009-06-04T10:09:56.811-05:00If I Could"Deep inside, we know that there is often nothing we can do to ease another’s pain, and we don’t know how to live with this knowledge."The Invitation, p. 39If I could, I would hold you gently in my arms,Then tightly and securely.If I could, I would brush your forehead with my lips,Then your lips with mine.If I could I would turn your hand and kiss your palm,Then hold it next to my cheek.If I Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-88050294490843900812009-06-04T10:07:00.001-05:002009-09-02T17:43:19.218-05:00Sleeping With YouI awakened this morning to find my eyes still moist:I wondered, "What happened?"Then I rememberedReaching for you once again…Tapping the space next to me…Feeling the pillow where your head should be.Sleep is more intimate than sex:Sleep demands trust, openness, vulnerability butIn a different dimension.Lying beside someone,Dreams open,Truths revealed unwillfully,Breathing in another's scent as Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-82019451951920369332009-06-04T10:06:00.001-05:002009-06-04T10:06:43.371-05:00TributeTonightI saw the rose in you:Armed, deep-rooted, butCapable of such fragile beautyEven God must have nodded approval.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-7845341589668363292009-06-04T10:04:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:05:20.864-05:00When This EndsWhen this endsWill I know what happened? Will I still be in the bin marked"Lost and Found"? Will the images have disappeared? Will your voice hum softly? Will I still ask, "Why?" Will I wonder, "When?" Will I still be in the bin With women rummaging through me? Where will I be if this begins?copyright 2008 AnneAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-61310090043872767062009-06-04T10:03:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:04:08.856-05:00Knowingshe can take care of herself.she is stubborn and independent.she is smart and intuitive.Butshe does not realize thatputting her head on my shoulderlets her take care of me.Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-75976162362986619202009-06-04T10:01:00.000-05:002009-06-04T10:02:11.808-05:00Each Breath I TakeEach Breath I TakeIn my dreams last nightI heard her voice…I had been shedding my skinTo grow new defenses, butShe found me vulnerable,Visceral, open, undefended.Now I will never grow a skinThick enough to keep her out…She seeped into me,Took over my breathing,Heated my blood.She is in me now.Each breath I takeShe tells me that.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-6154986459633283162009-06-04T10:00:00.001-05:002009-06-04T10:00:35.979-05:00An InstantThe week was long without you.There is always this tensionLike watching a bird teeter back and forthOn a line above the garden.I wonder to myself but I don't say it:Will she stay?Will she fall?Will she fly away?If I held out my hand, might she fly to me,Perch for an instant on my finger,Hesitate or linger... Even if she lit and flew awayI would have that instantForever.....© Anne 2008....Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-83907536053254506032009-06-04T09:57:00.001-05:002010-01-28T12:01:32.620-06:00In the MistIn the MistMy lover used to come to meIn my dreams andWrap herself around meLike the mist curls around the cattailsOn the edge of a pond.She would lift me andWe would float togetherOn our dreams,Entwining as lovers do,Lifted above the worlds of impossibility.My lover used to come to meIn my dreams andLay her head on my shoulderLike a bird settling intoHer nest of twine and twigs.I would hold her Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-85041085704566536892009-06-04T09:51:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:53:10.783-05:00Archipelago Seriescopyright Anne 2008 Archipelago IIThe islands of the Aegean ArchipelagoWere scattered like the islands ofHer memory of Helen.The largest was the landscape of love,Shared, then lost, the most populated with memories.Then on to the most craggy of the lot:Rough spots, cliff-hangers, if you will--Some that had left them dangling by a fraying rope,Some whose views from the top had been Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-20028847574976199162009-06-04T09:45:00.002-05:002009-06-04T09:51:35.268-05:00Simple ThingsSimple ThingsI want to know how your hand-writing looks,How you cross your t's and make your g's.I want to know what is on your bedside tableAnd if you dream of me and talk in your sleep.I want to know how your hair feelshow it smells andif it falls off your forehead.I want to see your toothbrush andWatch you brush your teeth.I want to know how you like your coffee,if you leave lipstick on the Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-19641128986120204392009-06-04T09:43:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:44:37.082-05:00Each BreathEach Breath I TakeIn my dreams last nightI heard her voice…I had been shedding my skinTo grow new defenses, butShe found me vulnerable,Visceral, open, undefended.Now I will never grow a skinThick enough to keep her out…She seeped into my pores,Took over my breathing,Heated my blood.She is in me now.Each breath I takeShe tells me that.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-69319660025105998782009-06-04T09:42:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:43:36.092-05:00Hear-SayHer friend says,"I hope you find a love that lasts forever."I found it in her voice, her words,Her fortress of feelingsBarely showing the first breech.Battering rams won't work with her;I tried scaling the wall—cut myself with glass.Then I shot flaming arrowsInto the courtyard…They burned themselves out;She stomped the embers.But she missed one andThat ember will glow far into her nights.I am Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-63262338559105164322009-06-04T09:40:00.001-05:002009-06-04T09:42:14.934-05:00WonderingI will always think about youI will always wonderI will always want to knowHow the sunsets might have looked differentHow a cup of coffee with you might have smelledHow I might have picked you a flower andTickled you softly on the cheekHow sitting with you by a fire on the beachMight have made the stars come out more brightlyHow you might have felt beside meI will always wonderHow it might have Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-91249959258200815032009-06-04T09:37:00.002-05:002010-07-31T10:10:05.539-05:00Desert Flowering
Desert FloweringIt's 10 'til 4 in the morning where you are.I wonder which side you are sleeping on andIf your hair is tousled, or if there arePillow case marks on your cheek.Are you hugging a pillow like I do?Have you gone through a dozen dozen like I have?I wonder what wakes you up andIf you startle awake or slowly come into focus.Do you stretch and thank God for making itThrough another Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-21736690698950306132009-06-04T09:35:00.001-05:002010-02-15T17:05:04.581-06:00DiscoveryDiscoveryI am always looking for you.Is there Grand Central Station in Limbo?If so, I am standing in it.I am always looking for you.I thought I glimpsed you a couple of weeks ago.But I dismissed it.I want to see you so much, I just thoughtI saw you everywhere.Then last week, I was sure I saw you.Tonight, I am afraid I have found you.It was as if I had picked up a piece of ice andGripped it so Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-23867406359480841142009-06-04T09:17:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:29:06.038-05:00See...It's Like ThisSee…It’s Like ThisIt’s not exactly the direct Sun.I get the light that is reflected,Just like the Moon.It’s not as luminous,Not as hot,Not as fiery…I wonder if the MoonFeels she settled for reflection?Or is that what her Dark Side is for?I know what I did.I know what my Dark Side is for...Longings.Questions.Desires.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-76814751819021074932009-06-04T09:16:00.001-05:002009-06-04T09:16:53.207-05:00SplashSplashAbout the time the pond is stillAbout the time trust floats like a mist on the banksAbout the time I have lain back in the flowersTo look at the stars,Someone throws a rock.What a splash of color!Rainbows in my heart.Joyous splotches on my body.Rocks sink. I don't.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-52735144549413139842009-06-04T09:14:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:15:49.328-05:00Let It Go by Rev. T.D.JakesLet it go ..by Reverend T. D. JakesThere are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk.I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you.I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-41174554528764027612009-06-04T09:10:00.000-05:002009-08-08T10:40:50.442-05:00Autumn RushAutumn RushLeaves begin to turn and fallAnd pile against the fence andScatter against the wall.I think of you this time of year..August in my heart,September in my ear.This winter will be cold-- Trees stripped, without cheer,And I am growing oldWithout you here.© Anne 2008"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-8128281108691645512009-06-04T09:08:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:10:23.866-05:00Failure to Notice"The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds." R.D. LaingAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-76966108656618481242009-06-04T09:06:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:08:11.772-05:00Mental Health Erich Fromm The Sane SocietyThe mentally healthy person:Is productive and unalienatedRelates to the world lovinglyUses reason to grasp reality objectivityFeels himself or herself to be a unique individualFeels one with his or her fellow human beingsDoes not respond to irrational authorityWillingly accepts the rational authority of conscience and reasonIs in the process of being born as long as he or she is alive.In a sane Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-87850552130067153532009-06-04T09:04:00.000-05:002009-06-04T09:05:52.600-05:00Remember Who We AreBy Robert Burney"We were taught to approach life from a perspective of fear, survival, lack and scarcity. . . . . . We were taught that life is about destinations, and that when we get to point x - be it marriage or college degree or fame and fortune or whatever - we will live happily ever after.That is not the way life works. You know that now, and probably threw out that fairy tale ending Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-39980465797257733792009-06-04T09:02:00.001-05:002009-06-04T09:03:57.454-05:00Heart By-PassHeart By-PassThat’s what I had.I couldn’t take you out.So I borrowed bits and piecesAnd built a by-passSo the blood could still flow.Otherwise, I might haveDied for your love.© Anne 2008Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-26401860346629402802009-06-04T08:59:00.001-05:002009-06-04T09:01:55.003-05:00Reminder from Robert Wilkinson18 Dec 08 Thursday Oh, boy!Category: LifeHi Anne - You're in a training period. Accept the rigor and you'll be ready to become a force in the collective by this time next year. Until then, get clear about your ideals and open to being led out into a transcendent world of activity. Things are afoot beyond your present understanding, and remember to practice your life actions as though you are Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-82279915453339843782009-06-04T08:57:00.000-05:002009-06-04T08:58:22.463-05:00Reminder to myselfI just took a look at my status and realized that I was putting on other people the things I want to do for myself, among them taking responsibility for my own happiness. The minute I shift a sentence beginning from "I" to "You," I have abnegated that responsibility. That is a subtle semantic shift, but those can be killers for me if I am not careful. It keeps things "out there." It keeps me "Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-86083391986233969972009-06-04T08:53:00.002-05:002010-11-20T20:36:40.800-06:00Walking Through the RuinsWalking Through the Ruins
The day is grey, purposeful, and
It is as if each toppled stone,
Thrown askew by some unnamed Source,
Murmurs a fragment of the story.
One tells of bright new laughter,
While another tells of a dark, unfamiliar place.
One is shattered from the anger;
Another is partially patched together with forgiveness.
Another stone catches the dew,
As if remembering the tears;
YetAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-34396583721853259052009-06-04T08:52:00.000-05:002009-06-04T08:53:05.110-05:00An Occasional PoemAn Occasional PoemThe Ides of MarchThe Day of BetrayalMurdered not for who he was.But for who he might become.Is that so different from today?We, who look through a glass darkly,Think we see others clearlyWhen we have no ideaWho we ourselves are.If we don’t strike the first blow,We wait, watching others, Slipping in at the last toDeliver the final twist toWhat is already a corpse.Years later Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-80641827399700459482009-06-04T08:47:00.001-05:002009-06-04T08:51:47.848-05:00Unclaimed FreightUnclaimed FreightJust saw an ad for ‘unclaimed freight.’If you have left any on my dock,you may pick it up NOW.Otherwise, it goes to that bigwarehouseinthenetherworldthat I don’t care to enter.Fortunately or not, all my freightis neatly bundled, labled, secured,waiting for me to dispatch it to its rightful place.The more obvious bundlesI have kicked off the dock;others, not so obvious,await theirAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-8555343611716930772009-06-04T08:45:00.000-05:002009-06-04T08:46:02.505-05:00Uncut VersionVlad The day is grey, purposeful, and It is as if each toppled stone, Thrown askew by some un-named Source, Murmurs a fragment of the story. One tells of a longing in the blood, While another tells of a dark, unfamiliar place. One is shattered from the lust; Another is stained with the wound. Another stone catches the dew, As if remembering the quick pain; Yet another leans upward, crookedly, Anne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261958037601669255.post-74783926542551631142009-06-04T08:40:00.001-05:002009-06-04T08:45:03.286-05:00VladVampires Category: LifeWhen one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them.Eliphas LeviSounds like my dream lovers....heheheVladThe day is grey, purposeful, andIt is as if each toppled stone,Thrown askew by some un-namedAnne1Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01858306295259155417noreply@blogger.com0