| ARMS OUTSTRETCHED Dearly missed are my friends. from where flowers grow. They blossomed daily with verbs and nouns and the suns golden glow. Upon meeting they, with arms outstretched always a warm welcome for any unknown and me. But times have changed and I had to moved on, before I wilted and died, or caused any sorrow. I will welcome them with my arms outstretched, and my heart always open if they should one day follow. TeAnne © 21 March 1999 |
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CHOOSING
Right or wrong, to make a choice
How does one know wrong from right?
Playing from the gut instinct
Or listen to an inner voice?
How does one know wrong from right?
Playing from the gut instinct
Or listen to an inner voice?
No matter what road or path
Someone's heart is left weeping.
You on right, they on left, me center
caught up in the aftermath.
Someone's heart is left weeping.
You on right, they on left, me center
caught up in the aftermath.
Turn back time, to choose again
No point, destiny is written
With friendship so strong, I know
I made the right choice, in the end.
No point, destiny is written
With friendship so strong, I know
I made the right choice, in the end.
TeAnne © 2nd April. 1999
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FRIENDSHIP
F riends are chosen, the only needed
R equirement is giving along with taking
I nterest in another’s well being and
E arning each others respect, being there when
N eeded, and not put each other
D own.
S hower with trust and watch their friendship grow
H ands outstretched, beckoning, come
I nside. Gather love, compassion and a sense of
P ride. Knowing your friend is happy and was treated well.
R equirement is giving along with taking
I nterest in another’s well being and
E arning each others respect, being there when
N eeded, and not put each other
D own.
S hower with trust and watch their friendship grow
H ands outstretched, beckoning, come
I nside. Gather love, compassion and a sense of
P ride. Knowing your friend is happy and was treated well.
TeAnne © May 2. 1999
His name is famous
but I won’t tell.
For his fans he writes
his music he sells.
but I won’t tell.
For his fans he writes
his music he sells.
His poetry is young
smooth, complex, yet pure.
He would bring happiness
to a girl next door.
smooth, complex, yet pure.
He would bring happiness
to a girl next door.
He writes of love
loneliness and friends
and brings forth honesty
yet sometimes pretends.
loneliness and friends
and brings forth honesty
yet sometimes pretends.
Though my knowledge
of him is limited.
In his band with song
He is un-inhibited.
of him is limited.
In his band with song
He is un-inhibited.
He is young and tall
has hair with length.
Delilah could never deny
this boy his strength.
has hair with length.
Delilah could never deny
this boy his strength.
All the young girls
bow down at his feet
even pledge death,
for a chance to meet.
bow down at his feet
even pledge death,
for a chance to meet.
The hour is late now
for this Bopper must sleep.
Hang your heads girls….. Sold
your souls only to weep.
for this Bopper must sleep.
Hang your heads girls….. Sold
your souls only to weep.
TeAnne © May 12. 1999
*This poem was written for Taylor Hanson. When I thought he was a friend.
HOPE ANEW
He badly treats you and you admit it.
You need someone new, but you won't permit it,
The magic, for him is gone,
he leaves you sad, lonely and forlorn.
You write to him and his reply you wait
but for him, he is busy, his hour is late.
He makes excuses for his delay,
you plot revenge, how to repay.
How it was you can't forget,
like strangers now, who have never met.
My friend, it's time to move on ,
to linger is wrong.
Start your life anew.
Hope! This belongs to you.
TeAnne © July 21. 1998
You need someone new, but you won't permit it,
The magic, for him is gone,
he leaves you sad, lonely and forlorn.
You write to him and his reply you wait
but for him, he is busy, his hour is late.
He makes excuses for his delay,
you plot revenge, how to repay.
How it was you can't forget,
like strangers now, who have never met.
My friend, it's time to move on ,
to linger is wrong.
Start your life anew.
Hope! This belongs to you.
TeAnne © July 21. 1998
The Sale.
He sold the lot
All the pans and all the pots
Along with the curtains and the carpet
But, the fridge was not for sale!
he said to the long suffering wife! "Dear............
Where else would I store my beer? "
18th July ©
- KILLING TIMEJust sitting here killing the time
It's going slow.
Spending some, here on-line
It's going slow.
Waiting for the days to go by
It's going slow.
Wishing they would just fly on by
Hastily.
Pack my bags to leave this city
Hastily.
Won't look back or show no pity.
Hastily.
Met my friends, we spent our time
Leisurely.
Drinking coffee, one had wine
Leisurely.
Had some laughs and a smile or two
Leisurely.
We'll write our poetry, about what we do.
Leisurely.
TeAnne © Dec.21.1998
To my Texan Mates
thanks for your welcome
each and everyone.
I loved your carefree ways
and sincerity, times of merriment
and good old fashioned festivity.
Under your wings with love and concern
you made me feel special and warm.
My trip was very worth while
For on a Texan face,
a friendly wide smile.
A stranger no longer,
nor just a handle nor a number.
You welcomed me into your lives
This one from Down Under.
For this I send to you
a wish for the best, for love,
health and happiness.
This tribute I make to you.
Your mate with hugs
Aussie True Blue.
TeAnne © Dec 27.1997
ROB G'Day Mate! You’re very special to me My “Big Brother”! Never, condemning Always there, with a friendly smile!I want to visit- You say! “Hey, stay awhile”. A friend I can count on when things in my life go wrong.Many timesyou have given encouragementto have faith in myselfand to follow in what I believe.Always coming to my rescueWithout you, insufferable despairwould have been enduredYour generositya debtI can never repay.All I can offer is love and respectA true friend You are the best! TeAnne © Jan 3.1998
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