Category Archives: POETRY

Stolen Nights,Louise Annarino,1-14-2013

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome,Louise Annarino,1-14-2013

Stolen nights

give way to

give-away days

where nothing goes right

and no one

can be good

or enough

for me.

The air seems too thin

to inflate

the ego of distaste

for a body too frail

to tolerate

a push

of caffeine.

One bag of tea

and one old bag

of me

are not a good mix

and nix any dreams

of normalcy.

To be free

to sleep

to dream

to rise with the dawn

and the stamina

to go on

and make a day

so strong

illness cannot make

me give it away

for nothing.

Is that too much to ask?

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FORGIVEN,Louise Annarino,1-12-2013

FORGIVEN,Louise Annarino,1-12-2013

 

Stripped away,

guilt lay

a plutonium ash

across the top of my shoes.

“i’m sorry” too heavy

a phrase to free me

from your tears.

But, your hydrogen

laughter bubbling

over my feet

is strong enough

to lift the weight

of my guilt

and I rise

toe over heel

in stockinged feet

weightless,

guiltless,

forgiven.

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SOMETHING LIKE RAIN,by Louise Annarino,1-4-2013

SOMETHING LIKE RAIN

Louise Annarino

November 26,2012

 

It is something like rain.

Steady drip,drip,drip

 

a long soak,

 

or intermittent showers

marking the hours.

 

An occasional storm

building on the horizon,

 

sudden cloudbursts,

sodden drowning,

 

high winds

following brief alerts,

 

even hurricanes

every decade.

 

But,

how would love grow

without it?

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LIBERAL’S LAMENT,By Louise Annarino, January 3,2013

LIBERAL’S LAMENT, By Louise Annarino, JAnuary 3,2013

 

It is difficult

to be

around me,

a round me

trying to fit

in a square hole,

not allowed to be

whole

within a fractured space

of give it your all

and take what’s Left

by those in control

who are always

Right.

They are so tight

and hard to take

with their

“might makes Right”;

with their

“you get what you deserve”

and

“we deserve what you get”;

taking away our pay

to play,

and locking the doors

against the poor.

Our common DNA

shames my ancestry,

and visits hate

on who I am.

I am a liberal!

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NEW YEAR,By Louise Annarino,1-2-2013

NEW YEAR,By Louise Annrino,January 2013

 

 

There are no new years,

recycled ones perhaps,

fragments of our memory lapse.

 

We separate our plastic smiles

from the newspapers journalling

our recent trials.

 

Our emptied bins grow bitter

with cast-offs and litter

of what we never needed or wanted.

 

Resolutions fail to impress,

and lacking duress,

wander along our lost history.

 

Are we lost then, empty and alone

self-formed clay thoughtlessly left out to dry,

hardened into stone?

 

No, we  are stronger building blocks

for a new year of growth and art

which can support those we hold near our heart.

 

Thus, we celebrate through a long,dark night

with friends and family by our side,

all we hope to be and have become,with gratitude and pride.

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WATERFALL IN DROUGHT,By Louise Annarino,June 25,2012

Cascades balance the flow

over the edge

water goes

down to the stream far on

beyond the gate

water goes

past neighbors’ barns and homes

from the fall

water goes

and I

remain

 

still

 

dry.

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THE GOOD FIGHT,by Louise Annarino,April 16,2012

I would  not choose at random

the force of good or ill,

all encompassed grandeur

in the act of will.

 

Choose your battles wisely

their wonders to unfold,

as truth moves on to wisdom

and we all grow old.

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OBAMA,Louise Annarino,December 2012

Obama,By Louise Annarino, December 2012

 

Who could ever believe

you could catch the tiger ?

You did it

and we rejoiced.

But,you only caught it by the tail.

And now, we berate you

for failing to stop the tiger’s

destruction; and, merely limit its course

while holding on and hanging tight.

 

Hang on for dear life,

yours and ours.

While I cannot admire your form

as you swing precariously

each time

the tigers shifts course

to avoid an obstacle in its way,

I would not want you to fall off.

you are our best hope.

 

Hang on for dear life,

yours and ours.

While I cannot admire your position

as you follow the tiger, seemingly,

only able to control it

by an occasional pull,

or tweak, or pinch, or punch

to its backside,

I would not want you to fall off.

 

That tiger is strong.

It has feasted upon us for so long.

It has caught us too busy to pay

attention to its hidden ways.

While we dance and sing,

play and pray,

it eats our young and our old;

and now, is bold enough

to attack the strongest among us.

 

 

 

 

 

I wish you were strong enough

to climb upon its back and bring us back

the tiger’s pelt, to know his feasting

is at an end and the village

can amend all the tiger has destroyed.

But, you are only one man,just hanging on.

And others are still too afraid

to close down the path your clinging to him

forces you to follow.

 

Instead, they stay out of its way.

Thus, they avoid you

and any offer of help you could expect

to tame the beast

who has caused such harm,

to so many, for so long.

hang on for dear life,

yours and ours.

You are still our best hope.

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DADDY,By Louise Annarino, Father’s Day 2012

DADDY

Louise Annarino

Fathers’ Day 2012

Image

Those laughing eyes

and strong hands

which fashioned safety

from the strands

of life

which too often looked

like a cage

but was nothing more

than a ladder

one could climb

on his lap

where every problem

could be left

in his care

so all consuming

which too often felt

like loss of self

but was nothing more

than a cushion

against hard knocks

he absorbed

with his own body

to protect

his children with

a father’s love.

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I BREATHE WORDS,By Louise Annarino,May 18,2012

I BREATHE WORDS

Louise Annarino

May 18,2012

 

I breathe words,

sip them

through straws of memory,

swallowed whole

with

out thought

or feeling

or being

reason

able

enough to hold

their taste

a

while on my tongue

where they begin

to burn

chilled

iced

heat that builds

warm fires

in

side

until

I breathe them

out.

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