MISCELLANEOUS POETRY

A Beautiful Red Red Rose The petals resembling velour and scent of orgasmic allure, this seductive blossom of blood a distinct presentation of love. More powerful than words in hearts, beats a cord. From one lover to thee a vision of passion be.

TeAnne © Jan.19. 1999

A Beautiful Red Red Rose #2 Blossoms of scarlet petals velour Scent of the ages orgasmic allure. Rain drops glisten on petals pure Heavily laden Thrive on manure.

TeAnne © Jan.20. 1999

  Birthing Future      When the night-time's gone.     New day births alone.    Yesterday was history made.    The past barely understood.    So when tomorrow becomes today    What will this birthing future bring? 23/1/99 © TeAnne

FADING DREAMS

I wished upon a star, but it seemed unreal
To dream a dream and make it happen
And dream my dreams with you.

Glimmers of a dream, or was it déjà vu?
Did it really happen, I once believed in you!

Hard to reminisce, that it really happened, or even all came true
Foggy as it seems and oh, so long ago,
Those fleeting fading feelings of random visions flow!

TeAnne © Sept 20. 1998 

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RAVING  CLARITIES  (Collaboration)

Crystal, chains
crimson, colours
rhythmic, rain
realities, rainbows
cold, chaos
cascading, clear
rushing, rivers
roaring, rage
cerebral, centuries
chorus, captivates  .

© 1998 Wayne Porter & TeAnne 

FAULTS  
Now, 
I can't remember why 
I fell in love with you. 
I remember the bad like 
a recurring nightmare. 
Your hair was much longer 
than mine and your vanity 
needed the mirror space. 
You plucked your nose 
hairs in the rear view 
mirror as you drove. 
You left the toilet 
seat UP....... 
You yelled at me and 
said words that rhyme 
with "FireTruck" but oh!! 
you said you were a 'Christian'. 
and I was not perfect 
for "Mr Perfect" 
Hypocrite! 
TeAnne © Oct. 16.1998 

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YOU ~ ME ~ ME ~ YOU. You took me from me You mistook me for you I want me back as me I’ll not live me thru’ you You are not a clone of me Nor I a clone of you Just let me live me And you live you, yourself! TeAnne © Oct 14. 1998  

FRIEND OR FOE TeAnne © Jan 22.1998

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With lyric and rhyme

I spend hours in time

trying to pit

my elusive wit

against the best

if only to jest

My strokes can cut like a sword

on this you have my word

Lovers’ have used me to embed their seeds

while others with a stroke show their greed

I have been known to change a law

even create a bloody war

I'm cold and strong

straight and long

and made from plastic

ain’t technology just fantastic

even though I'm sleek and slender

to this world I have no gender

always replaced by a rival

I have a zero rate of survival

ships I could sink

with my body of ink

But what do I know

I see her hopes they grow

to write a poem that's great

before her life its late

she has this great yen

Me I'm only her pen.

(This poem reworked from a 1993 idea) © TeAnne 1998

HE SPEAKS.. But is she listening?

 
 

He speaks of adoration and  Of what he feels inside.  She sits and listens intently,  He holds her hand and smiles. He seeks her admiration and  Tells of his love within.  She beams into his eyes  And believes his words again. He begs, 'Please don't doubt me  for all I need is you'.  A tear slides down her face  He said his love was true. Can she not feel the lies,   and the false front, he wears  Can she not see,   He is just using her. I stop the tape and eject  It's not worth a rewind  A waste of my money  I have been robbed blind.  © 27 April. 1999By TeAnne Here There Where Starry eyes eyes of deception deception of love love is lost lost in you you and me me I see see words words I don’t don’t know know of love love what is it it’s not you you take flight flight on wings wings are broken broken promises. TeAnne © Mar 1.1998 I AM NOT A TEACHER but an awakener! (“In Memory of my Mum, whom I miss, so much”) You taught me many things  When to, why to, how to  as well as, to do!!!!!!!.  Except, how to be me.  But, it took your death to  awaken me to your lessons  and to find my spirituality!  Where you preparing me  for this learning? Or was I  just a misguided rebel, who  thought she knew it all, or a  simple slow student, about life?  Thank you for everything Mum.  I now understand most things.  I now see the light.  I Love You Mum  TeAnne © Nov.1. 1998  I CALL IT RELAXING (CB RADIO FRUSTRATIONS)    Ah, to relax in my radio shack, with the ‘CB’ on do a check on the ‘SWR’, its one to one I might have a great day with the skip So through the channels, I go for a flick The propagation is accessible and the countries I hear? Impossible. I rotate the ‘YAGI’ beam, with elements of six There's an abundance of countries with the ‘ALFA TANGO’ prefix. My ears are honed in on a ‘dx’ coming through’ sounds like the prefix of 32 I frantically scan the ‘AT’ directory and there it be! Its the Coastal Republic of ‘Chile’ But, I was really hoping for ‘PERU’A ‘QSO’ endured with our signals declining and the promise of a ‘QSL’, but deep down, I could tell, He was lying. I return to the call channel, its a turkey farm! Reckon I can hear a caller from ‘Guam’ Up goes the volume, its way too loud the ‘QSY’ frequency is out of bounds We pick another channel, that is legal The skip is fading, no, he's almost unreadable Indonesians’ over the top and on the side and they have wiped out the ‘SOLOMON ISLE’ Five hundred watts are called upon, Now its bloody war! Blasting unmercifully, I go through’ their back door Down and around, across and through’ “There he is”, the station I want In ‘PERU’ TeAnne © 24/12/93 LOUD SOUNDS LOUD It’s all around SOUND The ocean's roar The dog's howl The cat's meow The traffic's LOUD It's all around SOUND The music's melody The television speaker The cooking splatter The vacuum cleaner LOUD It’s all around SOUND For God’s sake Somebody turn it DOWN! TeAnne © Nov.16. 1998  MATERIALISM This pen hovers above this paper while thoughts, jumbled and gaoled in my cells of grey........ the bulk that is supposed to know what to write and say. Much are subjects to be written while on this highway to knowledge The cities view along the sky line is but a smoggy inspiration. Now in my studio, here I sit with books draped wide This essay wont gel nor my paint upon the canvas stretched before my eyes. Today, Capricorn must compromise it was written in the stars Told me this from a voice on the radio. So here I wait to see what will materialize. TeAnne © 15 March 1999 A POEM FOR TOMORROW  Time, after time, after time I sit at this keyboard, to tap out a rhyme not right, to beg steal or borrow will it all be brighter tomorrow? I sit here now, rakin’ thru’ the hair on me head really, I should be goin’ to bed I normally write of such pain and sorrow will it all be brighter tomorrow? The writer's block, they tell me it's norm I never did write, from the day I was born nor, no poets did I follow will it all be brighter tomorrow? Now, I be on me own sittin’ here bitin’ me nails and shakin’ in fear gotta get out of the doldrums, and not wallow will it all be brighter tomorrow? TeAnne © Sept 18. 1998  DANGER!  Darkness                Deadly                            Demons                                         Delight                                         Carnivores                            Creatures               Captivate Catacombs                Empires                            Eclipses                                         Evil                                         Midnight                            Madness                Mystical Moon. TeAnne © Sept 20. 1998 PRAYER FOR 1998      Lord Nineteen ninety eight What is your plan for misguided man and his mate. Let the children know they are safe and have a right to adulthood grow in a world of bliss.                                     Lord                                     I pray for this.                                     Let them not come to harm                                     And war!                                     Let all lay down their arms.                                     Stop the killing                                     the drugs, cancer and aids                                     Help us yield our crops                                     of high grades. Lord Let us all live in peace and the destruction of our earth cease.      TeAnne©Jan1.1998 SAY GOODBYE TO 1998 With old friendships lost and new ones begun. Saying goodbye to ‘98 maybe sad for some It’s been with us for a whole twelve months And been part of our lives, now the time has come. It will be like the shedding of a favourite coat Or leaving an old friend or lover behind. That warmth you feel from a protective suit Or a warm loving hand held by your side. But for others it will be a joy to bid it farewell With a chance to begin again, next year To say goodbye, adios, good riddance With fireworks and the songs of Auld Lang Syne A relief to this years sadness past And pray again for a better year ahead. 1999 will hold our vows of love and peace If only this time, can we get it right.?   TeAnne © Dec 28. 1998  NEW YEARS RESOLUTION What will I resolve to do in the New Year? Will I give up the puffing on cigarettes? Or will it be the drinking of coffee? I don’t like to make promise’s I cannot keep. Will I resolve to love my fellow man? Well maybe just a few. Will I resolve to loose this excess weight? Or will I resolve to exercise more? Well I can’t see into the future and I don’t like to make promise’s I cannot keep. New Years resolutions are such a sham I have never met a soul who has kept A New Years resolution yet. And I resolve that I don’t like to make promise’s I cannot keep. TeAnne © Dec 28. 1998  Sewing Machine.      If I had a sewing machine I would sew my clothes I’d make them fit.I’d sew the seams to stay I’d sew the hems to length. I’d sew a button tight. If I had a sewing machine I would mend his clothes I’d make them look like new. I’d sew the seams together again I’d sew the patches neat I’d sew the buttons back on. But I don’t have a sewing machine So we wear our clothes of tatters. TeAnne © July 14. 1999  SCREEN IDOLS       Screen idols, icons of my fantasies One bores holes into my soul with his eyes The other melts my cold heart with a smile They don't know they are cheating on their wives. In my fantasies, they adore only me I am not Patricia’s double or Megs’ stand in I have top billing, ME, their leading lady Their heroine, in every adventure film. We laze on yachts in the Caribbean sun And gamble in the finest Moroccan casinos We dance the Lambadas and Tangos Then sip Pina Coladas in Tahitian dreams. I do not know which one I should choose The eyes so dark or the smile so wide It's Nicolas Cage or Dennis Quade Oh hell, it's my fantasy; I will keep them both. TeAnne © 25 March 1999 *Dedicated to Mum & Dad who would have been married 49 years today.*  DEVILISH JACK Jack Nicholson is The devil him self Hell ooooo! Daddy dear. TeAnne © 25 March 1999  SIMPLICITY WILL DO. The view of a golden sunset over the ocean steals away my breathing. The smell of summer’s first rain brings a tingle to my nasal cavity. The scent of a freshly hung wash launders my suffocating topmost self. The tasty nectar of a ripened apricot quenches my dull organ of taste. The soft contented rumble of my cat is music on a soundless night. A post to rub my back against is like my love affair with life. A cool ocean breeze on my face is like an air conditioner to the moneyed.   TeAnne © 17.Jan. 1999  Smoke Signals Hey you Government officials You up the price of our smokes. Ban us from everywhere, near and far. Make us feel guilty when we light up in front of kids. Tax per packet, You keep us broke. Charge top dollar for patches and gum that will aid our quit. Ban advertising so we wont be tempted. But keep them on the shelf. We buy our fix! Warn us on the packets that ‘smoking is a health hazard’. But what do you do to help us kick our habit? For a junkie on the needle who will also die from his addiction, you make needles available for use! Supply his habit and a building to shoot up in __ all for free! Smokes don’t spread AIDS from discarded butts. Junkies do with needles that kids pick up. We don’t spread AIDS from sharing smokes. But junkies do from passing their needles, blood soaked. We develop CANCERS and still the government won’t help! I am tired of being made to pay high prices so that junkies can kick their habit at my expense. I want answers! TeAnne © May 15. 1999 STOP THIEF! Stop thief! Those desires are mine you can't have them give them back. Stop thief! You had your chance but you declined why NOW the transition? Stop thief! You snuck in while I was elsewhere took all I am Weren't you taught to share? TeAnne © March 3.1998 #1 SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVING IS EASY. Walking together, hand in hand along the beach, toes touch sand The waters edge, ebbs and flows past our ankles, then back to toes. Clean white sand, glistening in hot sun seashells, we collect them, one by one Toss a ball for the dog to swim brings it back, riding a new wave in. Riding the wind the surfers race mastering the waves, with a clean cut pace And body surfers, laze on boards or towels listening to radios, all on different stations! TeAnne © 12 Dec. 1998  #2.        CONTENTMENT IN SLEEP. I could curl up in a corner Like a puppy and Sleep a deep sleep. No cares, no pain, No needs, nor reasons, No one to answer to No need to earn my keep. The world can go away, While in slumber No rewards must I reap. No milk, no honey No need for money Kitty curls at my ankles While in dreams deep. Pop some pills for all this Pleasure, WHY? It's all in my head, As I reap a peaceful deep sleep. TeAnne ©  Dec. 11. 1998  SYMBOLISM Red                 white                                 blue Zenith of truth Life              love                               sorrow Two tied as one in the moonlight tear strips off  wisdom and blood lust anger Lone               star                                   affection Southern                       cross                                             affection A noon day sun five pointed aspiration and thread of affection rippling in winds buried in snow The             reds                             whites                                               blues TeAnne © Feb 12.1998 TURN OFF THE HEAT   Sleeping is impossible It is nature’s heat from hell Tossing, turning probable We could use a cooler spell. The fan is blowing very hot There is no relief in sight Pity babies in a cot In summers heat of the night. Itching, scratching prickly heat Leaving lumps and bumps so sore Feeling like over done meat Sweat oozing from every pore. TeAnne © 25 Feb 1999 THE BLOCK Play acting my fantasy where you come to me. You carry me off into the 'wild blue yonder' It's true, that the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. This is ill in thought and it's all I got. The Block! And it wont wane. I can bash my head against the wall and plead insane! YES! 'Take me away from all of this,' share with me eternal bliss! This is corny too. But what is a girl to do? Ahhh, such simplicity, read about it in my obituary. TeAnne © Apr. 27. 1998  THE TALISMAN 'I will wear it always,  I'll never take it off'.  A promise I made him,  When he gave it, to keep. Hung on a silver chain  It dangles on my chest  A gift from my lover  Vowing his love ran deep. Good luck charm so pretty  In rainbows, colours pure  If another should touch it  The powers sure to seep. Crystal powers emit  Health, wealth and happiness  All this bypasses me  So, this is why I weep.  © 17 April 1999  THE VOICE      I jot on paper whatever is in my head  words to twist and turn.....................  into something understood, when read. I'm always searching to find out who I am  You come along to play my mind.............  with the words, of an educated man.  You say one thing and I do the other  It’s like a merry-go-round…………...  Like voices from a brother.  You tell me I am wrong, that you are right  We argue constantly, in my thoughts……..  Throughout the darkened night.  I need my sleep, so please go away  Mr No Body, come back later…….  When tomorrow becomes, another day.  © TeAnne.  Jan. 30. 1999

Words with Meaning

We all have the block
seems usual for our kind
Our words of laughter, tears
happenings, forgotten times
hiding behind a strong mental wall.

Bring on our thoughts oh muse of old
share your knowledge with us
let it not all be buried in an un- written time
Drop a hint in our ears, whisper, if you must
give our writings on paper some meaning.

Send us an old bard, Shakespeare will do
even Plato with his famous quotes
"Poets utter great and wise things
which they do not themselves understand."
No truer word feels right.

Climbing over mountains of stagnated words
bring us fresh ones to twist and manipulate
to meld into form and picture paint.
We want to share with each other
Just a few thoughts.! *sigh*

TeAnne © March 23. 1999 

Who She Could Have Been

I catch a glimpse of sparks  In eyes of grey a, dagger. She spies the riches in cars  Luxury limousines of, Volvo. Preys on glamour magazines  Pages worn of, bridal. Pushed aside for harlot  Baby seed grows of, his. Can she forgive him?  One night stand, ruination.  © 25 April. 1999

© 1999 TeAnne (All rights reserved)

X-WORD

Words, words and more words
I think it silly, stupid, absurd
The dictionary to open and browse
and thesaurus,  it will take me hours
from A through to Z
These books I have scanned,
scoured and read,
looking for clues,
For 1 across, it’s simply DELUDES
meaning, BAMBOOZLES, FOOLS and BEGUILES

Now there’s SARCASM to add to my files.
One down, it wont link
I’m in terrible trouble, I think
I pull my hair by the roots
Five across is to BOOT
and five Down is ABUSED
another word for DAMAGED, HARMED and MISUSED.

Lock the windows, and bolt the doors
I must sit, aloof, remote and forlorn
All alone, it pleases me to be
"Who’s that, questions my sanity?"
My poor aching head, it is bald
The answer I found, I’m enthralled.

Now, to unbend and unwind
the clue, I never declined.
One Down, is rude, crude
and shouldn't be heard
It’s an astute, naughty CROSS WORD.
 
** Z is pronounced as zed **
                          TeAnne.......Dec 17. 1993©

YOUR WEDDING DAY

  (This poem was a request for a friends daughter's wedding day )

The steps you take today
are reminiscent
of the steps you took
yesterday
Your family and friends
listen and watch as you say "I do".

Tears of happiness, cries of joy
tears to my eyes
in my throat a lump
To this man I must give you away.

You gave me joy, love, gladness
sometimes, a little sadness
that only a Father could know.
Over night you grew
before me stands a woman.
beautiful with independence.
 
Growing love shines in your face
your eyes sparkle
as you accept
the ring that binds.
Words you vow echo in my ears
My child is a woman now.

TeAnne....April 22. 1997