Sunday, April 13, 2014

PAIN Poetry

ALONE!

Alone in bed I lay
thinking of things to you, I’d say
If by chance again we meet
Who will be, the first to speak?

I think of how in love we were
Of how radically did things occur!
Our lives and souls were ripped apart
Who can soothe this aching heart?

I want it back I need it now!
The love everlasting that you vowed
The security in your arms I felt
And how your kisses made me melt.

TeAnne © Jan 1. 1998

I WISH I WAS


I wish I was a movie star

up on the silver screen

You would look and say… "There you are"

You would notice me -

Yes…You would notice me.



Just…Look at me -

I can be anything; I want to be

But…You don't see me

No…You don't see me.



You could look, and screw your nose up

I am your enemy

I am the fly in your coffee cup

But…You don't see me

No… You don't see me.



I wish I was a kid

out on a killing spree

You would see what I did

You would notice me.

Yes…You would notice me.



Just…Look at me

I can be anything; I want to be

But…You don't see me

No…You don't see me.



I wish I were a sorceress 

I would seduce you -

I would be your enchantress 

And you would love me… too

But…You don't see me

No…You don't see me.



Just… look at me

I am here and I am free

Just notice me…

Please…Just notice me.



TeAnne ©  June 30. 1999


GREEN IS MY COLOUR
The green eyed monster was full view 
it came between us, with darkened hue. 
You promised to my dragons slay 
back last year, in the month of may.

Revenge I plotted, lies anew 
You caught me out, with my words untrue 
I rue my deception with all my heart 
because, a friendship broken, I wasn't smart.

My heart is broken and lost is mind 
I beg forgiveness, from your heart, so kind 
and pray in time that the bridges mend 
I don't want to be a loser, in the end. 
14 Sept. 1998

SLAY ME

Take this, my sword and plunge it deep 
I don't deserve to live nor weep 
My heart has been a failure to you 
I promised to love you, thru' and thru' 
I let us down, with my jealousness 
with unstable mind and bloody stress 
It's time now to lunge that sword 
aim it straight and true and cut this cord 
Free yourself from my horrid love 
I offer an olive branch with the dove. 
14 Sept. 1998.

Surprise!

How am I to pledge love for thee 
when thou hast not awaited me

It was meant as a surprise 
The look, I needed to see it, in your eyes

But thou hast found another 
Never more, will thee be my lover.

 © 13 Sept.1998 
 

Take

Take my hand and lead me 
hug me, kiss me, feed me 
Take my hand and lead me there 
lust me, need me, love me there 
Take my hand and lead me down 
savour me, cleanse me, stroke me down 
Take my hand and lead me up 
moon me, star me, float me up 
Take my hand and lead me in 
soothe me, sin me, move me in.

14 Sept. 1998 TeAnne


CAN YOU 
Can you look me in the eyes 
and devote your life 
Never leave me or deceive me 
like you do to your wife ?Can you hold me and not think of another 
while you love me and protect me 
like you vowed to your children's Mother?

When you can answer Yes! To all the above 
This day then 
I too can  declare my devotion and love.

TeAnne © 13 April. 1998


DEC 25





No Mum, not this year 
no celebrations, no merriment nor cheer 
Ten months have gone by 
I miss you and often I cry 
Today, your seventy eighth year 
Goes by un-noticed by those, your peers 
All have passed too, 
maybe they sit along side of you. 
This day I will never forget 
for it’s you, for whom I fret 
Liberated, gone, all your wariness 
basking with Him, in restfulness 
Wrapped in Gods arms 
safe from pain, away from harm. 
For this, there is happiness 
but it wont lull my loneliness 
Even though you share His birth 
Christmas day, holds no mirth 
This joyful season 
For me, holds no reason 
for merriment and gladness 
All that’s left is sorrow and sadness. 
Happy birthday I’d wish to you, if you were here 
Past memories of you Mum 
held precious and forever dear.



TeAnne © Dec 22. 1997





GHOST OF A PAST


An alcoholics existence is discontented and artificial 
Disentanglement is arduous and lamentable 
Detachment from family and friends 
Jeopardized, difficult to pardon and make amends.Embarrassment of diminished wealth 
Not to mention, damaged receding health. 
Paranoia and delirium tremens are rife 
Lost are the values and rationality for life.

I have been there and done that 
Not a fabrication but a fact 
Destitute I may have been 
If not for my children, my lover, our hopes and dreams.

I returned on my own accord 
Obese and lethargic I was bored. 
A restored life and self respect anew 
This could transpire for anyone and for you too.


TeAnne....20/12/93©

HE WEARS TWO FACES

When I think of a person as a friend 
it conjures up trust, honesty, balance. 
Becoming a friend is a special treasure.

Sharing and caring is a two way street 
Morality and respect for one another 
This all makes a friendship complete.

But how far do you take a friendship? 
What is the limit on what you confide? 
And how does one deal with betrayal?

TeAnne © Dec. 13. 1998 



It's all in Your Hands



Run your hands across my brow
and remove the sweat from the days toil
Run your finger beneath my eyes
and remove the tears of sadness that wells
Run your hand across my breast
and remove the broken beats of my heart
Run your finger around my thickened waist
and remove the swelling of middle age
Run your hands up my thighs
and tell me I am still a woman.

TeAnne © 23 Feb. 2000


LIES 



It's time I woke up 
and got on with my life 
never, I know 
will I be your wife.Mixed emotions when 
I talk with you 
never will 
my dreams come true.

It's all just a forgotten 
love 
and you told me 
it was ours, from above.

Those dreams we had 
we just surmised 
that they would come true 
They didn't 
Surprise, surprise.

 © June 16. 1998







Never Trust A Fellow Artist





My visual diary of memories  
Of all the pains, I've been through  
The time it took and the research  
Jottings all lost to me, STOLEN! Some thoughtless person has it  
I suppose they think they can  
Adopt my life or my style  
Really so senseless, it's no use to them. 

A kinship I believed within the artist's world  
Why then would they take away my notions?  
My reflections, the works of my Mum  
What did I do to deserve this violation? 

Two years of work irreplaceable  
Precious thoughts, I can't think again  
Why would they want to take it?  
My thoughts in it don't relate to them. 

The first two years of studio life  
All the learning, to get me where I am  
In another's hand now, all my secrets  
They now know, of what I feel inside. 

Please, just give it back. I need it  
Return it and I won't say a word  
Place it from where you took it. I promise  
I have no need to know, who YOU are! 

 © April 22. 1999 











 






THE OLD MAN
At the bus stop

I saw an old man

he fell on his back.

Nobody moved

just looked

then turned away.

My knee clicked

as I tried to dash

cementing me in place.

Laying at his side

his cane and his

week of snacks.

I wanted to cry,

He must have been eighty.

TeAnne © 15. March. 1999





Over Him

Now that it’s over 
and the realisation has struck 
Expected to be over him am I, 
and live my life anew.

Then why is my heart so heavy 
and life as it is so tough? 
So hard to let him go 
from this anxious heart so bruised.

Nights and days still filled with him 
like yesterday it was, when on the radio 
a song was played yet again to make me sob.

Tingling in my being 
the memory of his touch 
Oh why Oh why dear God 
did you let me love him so much.



 TeAnne © Feb 1.1998

PASSION

Passion flavoured with doubt connected once were we and little innocence bundled in a corner of amour Cobweb splayed and dust covered thoughts gone memories of innocence who once was me Do not near fearful of your trust that I am torment laden the past not forgot of any man But passion reigns high and bubbles boil hot Passion flavoured with doubt and you're here innocent now I am not. T eAnne © Jan 20.1998 PASSIONATE PAIN.

We don’t know each other,
Yet we familiarize so well.
I’ve allowed myself to trust
and let you lead me to Elysian fields.

You frugally arouse untouchable desires,
with tongue dancing boundaries seek.
While taste buds in forbidden zones
will only speculate and albeit quench.

Forgotten desires belch forth
and reverie howls, it’s encore!
Ensuing my release, left bruised
and bleeding on the shelf.

TeAnne © April 15. 1998

Same Old Song

I step back into my past
And look at what I might change
I see many of errors
I would like to re arrange The men that were big mistakes
I wish I had never met
The head games that were played
I'm still trying to forget
I step back into now time
And see things still going wrong
Do we ever learn or heed
The wisdom from a new song.
© April 21 1999

SHAME!

SOLITARY.

Oh yes, he had charm with voice of authority and noted wit, a manipulator, energized by life and circumstance. Romancing innocence in midnight dreams, catapulting global intoxicated yearnings. Turning into the devils angel, my two faced lover, long since buried in a black bottomless pit. Solitary moments, with my arm naked I plan my future alone. TeAnne © June 8. 1998

Tormented

Shimmering whispers riding on the wind

and a laboured breathe for I have sinned

Light a candle in the darkened room

to show me the way from this gloom and doom

Stolen kisses from a lover’s mouth

Show me now, which way is out?

Children’s laughter and a baby’s cry

Please, no God I don’t want to die.

Golden leaves on the ground do scatter

Autumn winds carry them to where, Does it matter?

Life on earth is oh so short

in Heaven on high soon, no choice, one’s to report.

Ghosts of a long time past have come to haunt

floating hither and tither in my minds eye,

flashings of life only to flaunt.

Swallowed up, gone by the yesterday!

Goodbye, my loves, family and friends

so many words left dormant and unsaid

May this world show you love and peace

For now I go, my life has outrun it’s lease.

TeAnne © 18/1/94

TWO STARS

Casting eyes above
two stars I see
twinkling
bright with love
One is my Mum
One is my Dad
Like spirits guiding
showing which path
I should pursue.
Lighting the way
I feel their presence
with each stumble
or step I choose.
For wherever I go
In this world
These two stars follow.

TeAnne © Jan 5.1998

VANQUISHED

(WINNER FEB.1998 POETRY CONTEST)

I thought I knew you then I know I don't We revelled in our kiss of passion beyond no matter what then came the dawn the waking hour yourself you looked away Moods changed quickly after lustful hours were spent Shone brightly in the heaven's eye once the spirit of our love the clouds of doubt ascended and wiped away the smiles Paradise once ours showered with happiness and bliss Shattered contentment vanquished stolen momentarily by another’s lustful kiss.

TeAnne © Jan 20.1998 WINNER OF FEBRUARY POETRY CONTEST Thank you APRIL. AWARD

A little on the DARK side Poetry

BLACK HEART

The Devil invited
me to breakfast.
He told me he
needed a soul,
that he
didn't have
enough to do, he
needed me for
fun and games.
Fire in my lungs
and red hot
my face
as he greets me
with his kiss.
TeAnne © 27. Apr. 1998

BLACK MAGIC I can not shake these feelings
Of this deep and dark despair
This intense desire for evil
Is black magic in the air?
My thoughts are so gruesome
And I could not give a care
Mixed emotions reeling
Come near me, only if you dare
I feel this rush of rage and anger
Feel the blood pulse beneath my hair
False smiles upon my face
When inside I feel a glare.
I should have been born dead
But the doc of life did spare
I’m not supposed to be here
Life just stinks and isn’t fair.
So when next you see me
Take a wide berth and beware.
You could end up regretting
You ventured in my lair.

TeAnne © 21 March 1999

DEATH

Because of the new

You know not of me

It is I, who is dead. Not my love.

I kill myself for you

not because of you

I am dead for your eyes only

And I remain a ghostly memory.

Sept 7. 1998 ©

DEATH WATCH

You were the driving force within my being

You owned my heart, my soul.

Who will heal my wounds,

who will fill my dreams or quench my thirst?

Someone is blocking my way

I cannot, this time return.

A crystal ball reveals the loneliness prevail.

Is my love to wither and die, lie in prune state, by the way side?

The moon we shared you look with another

while I alone stand gazing from a distance

and I hear our love songs play an un-rhythmic tune.

WOUNDS
You cut out my heart,

not by hand or weapon

but with knife-like words.

I didn't want to hear them

but you said them, un-ashamedly.

You cut a gash that will not heal

and left me bleeding to death.

Forever lost to you, cast aside and dead.

You leave my remains scattered for all the world to see.

Remove me from this memory

and let my soul run free.

REMEMBER

Today, a year ago

I flew to your arms.

You held me for this long

now you cast me off your bracelet charm.

I will fade in time,

I know

as another holds your heart.

TeAnne © Sept 8. 1998

DEATH ROW!

Pain trouble and strife he shot his beautiful wife he said she ran around with every man in town he said she was a whore red light above the door Now he's on death row. You reap what you sow! TeAnne © Feb 13.1999

EXISTENCE!

The colour…

Drained from her face
when she got the news.
She had expected it….
"It happens to everyone,
Is it really my time"! She wailed.

Existence…

Meant to her, opportunity,
love, happiness, a family,
fluffy kittens, and not forgetting…
Her 'life'!

Shattered…

"It is over" she said
as she bowed her head
in retched sobs.
"I am not ready, I have too much to do"
"It has come all too soon"

Answer? …

I could not answer…
How do you comfort
someone whose life,
has just been…
Terminated at thirty!

TeAnne © June 16. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'

EDEN (Existence 2)

The dome cover, glowed a cold-hearted red
and the siren’s sounded of brutal warnings.
The citizens all knew what that meant!

Thirty years had reached its peak in ‘Four Sector’.
Today was a day, that appeared as usual.
No celebrations would gloss this day either.

She lifted her head and wailed, "Change this accursed law."
But the silence returned to her was deafening.
Nobody would listen. Nobody cared…. Only of self, important.

Two hundred ‘others’ reached thirty today also,
every year sharing this day…. Dreading this era…..
They joined her at the ‘wall’ in their home sector

It was standard procedure. No immunity, no candles.
While she and the others prayed, cursed and cried,
the executioner groaned and proceeded with duty.

At one past midnight, a part of the dome was thrown open
and they were left to inhale; they’re poisonous death…..
Then he tallied the group for the ‘morrow’s ‘Five Sector’.

As the leaver released and the section closed shut
all became silent once more, within the city ‘Eden’.
The twenty nine-year-old executioner, knelt and prayed………

TeAnne © June 18. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'

Existence 3 ( Death Of The Executioner )

He had served his purpose
His time soon to be over
Ten years of killing behind him.
He had watched them suffer
Who was taking his place
Questions no one would answer.
His thoughts turned to his parents
Who had they been
Had he pulled the lever on them
He wondered of his son
Placed at birth in Nine Sector
Would he one day be 'executioner'
He held his wife of twenty-nine years
His partner from birth
Ten Sector their quarters.
As midnight approached
He kissed her tear stained face
In a few short minutes they would be thirty.
He closed his eyes and remembered
The stories of long ago, passed down
Of when a life held meaning….
The law was the law…
At thirty, extermination.
The only crime was age.
The City 'Eden' was a prison
Not like 'Paradise' at the beginning of time
Would the God of that time forgive his sins
The siren sounded and the dome glowed death red
The inhabitants in Ten Sector inhaled
A new executioner for the first time….prayed.
TeAnne © June 20. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'

EXISTENCE 4 (The Elders of EDEN. )

There are 'elders' in the Dome City of 'Eden'
the place where death comes at thirty.
But they are never seen…….
They give their orders from a tower
high above the Cities 'Sectors'.
Only their sons know of these mandates
and they pass them on to the Cyborgs…
The 'elders' are kept a secret, for
this was their demand.
If a word should be uttered that they exist…
Life means death for the informant.
The 'elders' exist into their nineties
and live the high life like kings.
Young women bare their children and
are exterminated when the infant is two.
Only male children survive of the 'elders'
No use for daughters in 'Eden'
The breading of females left to the public
but only one child per couple….
It was written somewhere of an old 'Eden'
somewhere at the beginning of time,
when rules were made to be broken
and children played and grew old.
Executioners were utilised for the wicked,
when evil overpowered a mind. But here…
The executioners role was inane. Now he
kills the innocent, guilty of no crimes…..
This new assignment gave him free reign of the city
his orders coming from the Cyborgs,
to keep law and order in the 'Sectors'
and tally each day of the ages.
He suspected something amiss
when restricted from the tower.
He swears he saw someone, old…….
TeAnne © June 21. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'

Existence 5 (Peace In EDEN)....Final

The red glow of the dome malfunctioned.
And the thunderous droning became silent.
The Cyborgs shut down and stood dormant.
Was this the work of a God….
He was the new Executioner appointed…
Ordered to kill inhabitants at thirty.
He suspected much wrong doings,
from 'elders' he found in hiding.
His instinct then guided him solely
to the water supply for their tower….
Poisoning the water the best option.
The death of the 'elders' was swift…
Life, in the 'Sectors' found new reason.
No orders relayed for their function.
Men ,women and children, all celebrate united…
However they must remain within the Dome city.
The air outside is still poison. It's the year 3030.
And it will take another millennium to clean it.
But the people are happily counting on long lives,
sharing and watching their families grow old.
The inhabitants owe their lives to a good man.
And he was known as 'Executioner'…
There is peace for now, in 'Eden'…
And the price to keep it this way?… Is prayer!
TeAnne © June 23. 1999

FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader
of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part.

I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
GYPSY I feel like an old gypsy with no desire to sing ...........……...or dance. I want to steal your heart and flee into ........………..the night. Tease and tantalize it until it begs openly ........………..for mercy. Journey over mountains seas and shores with .......………...your heart. Wrapped up inside my jewel box of treasured .....……..memories past. I will not beg or subject ........……........myself to. Indignities of crying .......……….....over you. I think I might just.. .........………........leave!
© Dec.1. 1998

WAITING.

What is left when you leave?
An empty chair?
Invisible footprints on the carpet?
Totality of silence?
Indentations in the bed?
Nightmares of loneliness?
Gradually the memories will fade.

THE DARK

He'll be sorry
one last time
Tighten the noose
not a dream
Kick the chair
let it slide
Total darkness
hear no scream.

TeAnne Nov. 30. 1998

How Strange Of Adam The beast crept stealthily from the shadows With hairy gangling arms out stretched He encircled her thickened waist The entwine squeezing in unison With the bowels of hell belching forth vulgarities He uttered with heated breath to her naked ear. “I will take your unborn” “He will rule the world”! As he bent to deliver his fatal kiss Spasms engulfed his metamorphosing body to reveal a devilishly handsome Nicholas Cage lovingly caressing his Eve. She fainted! TeAnne © Jan 1. 1999

I WAS STOLEN.

His shoulders hunched, a stance all powerful evoked
with taloned fingers, he encircled my throat.
I gazed into his blazing bloodshot eyes
as he licked at my lips, I died.
He was too strong!
Grotesque was his breath,
I exhaled, I wriggled, I kicked, to fight this death.
His mouth over mine, cut like a knife
when he kissed my soul away.
At his feet I laid
Broken, beaten, I felt my life, stolen.

© Aug. 1. 1998

Slipper On My Pillow

A Mystery 



                Slipper on my pillow 
                there when I woke 
                of what is the symbol 
                of what it evokes 

                Who put it there whilst I slept 
                not in my room 
                was a footstep crept 
                what does it mean 
                the explanation unseen
                Is it supernatural 
                a message from beyond 
                So hard to be believe it was actual 

                A pillow is for a head 
                a head is for memories and thought 
                is one lost, dead or danger fraught 
                Slippers are for feet 
                Feet are for walking 
                running, skipping and such 
                Believe me mate 
                this is just all too much 

                Slipper on my pillow 
                it wasn't there last night 
                for a book I was reading 
                and on was the light 
                before my eyes grew heavy 
                and all light was spent 
                it wasn't there then 
                when to sleep I went 

                From the floor to the bed 
                itself didn't jump 
                strategically placed 
                It's giving me 
                goose bumps........... 

                (This actually happened and I can't explain it) 

                TeAnne © Feb 5.1998

MY FEAR

They put on saddles in one locale
They even fly by evenings light.
They are brown and big and icky
and make my blood spoil.
The hairs on my body stand on end
and my spine twitches hot/cold spasms.
To be so ugly and multiply with ease
and survive a nuclear war.

Under street lamps they scurry
in my cupboards, they die in a hurry.
They love the summer time heat
Walk all over the mutts raw meat.
I stomp really hard on their backs
sickens me to hear that crack.
At least I know that one is dead.
I HATE COCKROACHES!

TeAnne © 15 Jan. 1999

On A Hilltop Green

Around it goes in sequence It never lets up The dream I have each night Of you! You stand on a hilltop green smiling down on me Your eyes mocking Your arms out-stretched as your lips widen exposing your teeth! May I recommend a dentist my dear? TeAnne © Jan 14.1999

SATAN’S VICTIMS

As the day fades and the evening swells
The darkness creeps in and evil dwells
The fiends and freaks scurry around
Cohorts for Satan, above the ground.

The night becomes a deathly haven
For trippers with uppers, dull your craving
The maddening hours from dusk till dawn
Satan reaching with talons to spawn.

You’ll not survive these deadly hours
Under cover, the pushers cower…
Offering powder and needle for highs
Contents not known, the victim dies.

TeAnne Jan. 30.2000

Look in the Mirror

You have chosen a life of dependency
and made for yourself a living hell.
Why is it you have taken this road?
The ruination of your body I gave.

The dollars you shoot into your veins
the chemicals sniffed up your nose.
So much life in you to live and
any man, you have your choice.

The 'fix' forever on your mind
come the time your body for sale.
closing your eyes for the dollars
All of your morals abandoned.

Rip-off your family and friends and
crimes you wont mean to commit.
A cell of blank grey walls………
The brain you have will be mush.

Promises' you made are broken.
Look in the mirror and see your future.
Remember, you are loved and needed.
What's next? A slab in the morgue?

TeAnne © Jan 31.2000

Severed Energy.

Orgy of energy, slipping beyond
for now you sleep, oh darling one.

Laying of head, upon my breast
closure of eyes, now in rest
for in my heart, always you
forevermore, do I choose.

For now you sleep, ne’er to wake
and love again, we’ll never make
Gone now, oh darling one
wait one minute, we’ll be as one.

The pointed knife, honed so sharp
resting here, beside my heart
for loving you, forever near
eye of soul, thus clear.

“The Un-Be-Known”

I saw you dancing in the shadows of a purple moons' silver light twisting, twirling, fearing not of demon, clamouring, brazen night. Foot sure, dancing on and on whilst gargoyles lick upon lips and lust in delight for one, whose innocence, lay freely open. Hair glowing moons' silver light, limbs slender, flay leisurely in cool summers' night. Un-be-known, Satan's beckoning, awaits you, to come unto him....... © TeAnne Oct. 5. 1998

Nothing, Nil, Zero.

Boundaries encircled emptiness
heart with no soul and
void filled mind

Drowning in nothingness
voiceless words in
air of haziness echo

Staring blankly into
white halos of no illumination
Bottomless lethargy
immovable notions idle.

TeAnne © May 15. 1998

Loss and Diminishments

Listen to the bird songs
Of silence.
See the flowing river
So dry.
Look above where blue
Used to be.
See the trees of green.
Now grey.
Listen to the wind
Now still.
See the beauty
Now unsightly.
Look toward the Heavens
Where it used to be.

TeAnne © March 8.2000

Years Ago I was sinking.

Years ago I was sinking
in deep, sullen despair.
to the gutter
I was the bar stools companion.

Matrimony Maternity Menopause
All have similar implications.
Conveying regret
dilemma, frustration and melancholy.

You came from nowhere
lifted me
to heights way above the air.
You saved my life, my liver
and my dignity.

TeAnne © June 8.2000

My Dream

ODED FEHR

He stood behind me
with adoring eyes
roses extended
How could I refuse.

TeAnne 2000

DEVILS, DEMONS & KINGS

he stories and tales of evil they come

from crypts, I applaud and savour each one

The demons alert, echo their noise

as pen and hand hover in poise.

rom your diligent mind come the fiends,

whom ascend from depths and beyond, unseen

Between these pages looms a gory tale

The King of mystery, never will fail.

he devil, on cloven hoof jumps for joy

as you start another, enticing ploy

Immortality bestowed upon

Your creations, your babies, your sons.

rom your pen mightier, a dragon was slain

And many a ghoul and devil hiss your name.

I read about Flagg, the walking man,

Demanding an arrogate in The Stand.

rom Carrie, Christine to Cujo and Wastelands

This is the history from your masterful hands.

I might be like Annie Wilkes your No.1 fan,

But no, for she claimed and vexed her man.

nstead, I'll curl up with Misery in my bed

and glance at the past, the books I've read

Or I'll read again with hunger, Needful Things

another majestic from Stephen King.

NUTZO POETRY

#1. MY BOOGIEMAN HORROR

Shivers dancing on my spine, as shadows sweep the corner It's midnight, the ghostly hour the moon by cloud is devoured Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror. * Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror Each night it begins, hiding my head under-cover Heeding his footfalls, much like thunder my breathing uneven, I labor, from stretched-out arms I hasten. * He descends upon me as I stumble, grasping my clothes in earnest He secures his prey with a lustful want, and takes from me, my honour Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror TeAnne © Sept 27. 1998

#2. LIFE'S' RUBDOWNS

*From Mummy Baby oil rub down on my body make me soft 'vick vapor rub', help me breathe stop the cough * From Lover Scented oil rub down on my body gently cover rubbed all over soothingly by the hands of my lover * From Husband Thermal heat rub down on my body slather help the bruises, ease the pain please! Not your fist again. * P.S. First you are innocent, then the lover comes along, takes advantage, makes you his wife, then proceeds to beat the living hell out of you. TeAnne © Sept 27. 1998

#3. GOD! Some People Are Rude! To post a poem is fun and have it critiqued an honour but when it goes by un-noticed all hopes for a good one, turn sour. * Some people are so rude no wonder the worlds a mess when time is not taken to tell another he's doing his best. * Is it no wonder our young for themselves only care when they see adults so, unwilling to share Self centered are humans, one of Gods mistakes I don't see much hope, for this ignorant race! * This poem was inspired by the comments from the owner of a poetry board where I post. She was reminding people how important it was to comment on other works posted, in order for all to benefit from a critique'. TeAnne © Sept. 27. 1998

BLACK CROW

Black crow sitting on the fence
beadily eyeing the ground
he nose dives and flies back.

Black crow sitting on the fence
he repositions his morsel in his beak
then flies off to somewhere.

Maybe he feeds his mate
and off spring.
Maybe!
I can hear squawking
in the distance.
Black crow sitting on the fence.
Aark Aark Aark!

TeAnne © 20 March 1999

CLOUD BURST

A DREAM SO WET

DON'T MAKE ME YOUR CLOWN

NOSTRADAMUS SAID.

CRANKY CRAB & SILLY GOAT

Cranky Crab and Silly Goat
adrift in a poets boat

Journeys on the sea of life
write about their woes and strife

Doom and Gloom is his forte`
Rhyme and time she does obey

Professor of life’s dull pains
She, student of arts refrains.

Themes they acquired to plot
together, in melting pot

The Capricorn and Cancer
Always look for the answer.

TeAnne © Feb 24 1999

COUNTING ANTS

I saw him laying on the concrete

on his belly.

1 2 3 4 ----

He lost count

when I said ‘hello’

and began again

1 2 3 4 ----

I asked ‘what are you doing?’

‘I’m counting ants’ he said

and began again

1 2 3 4 ----

The sun shone

hotly on his head

as he laid there

patiently

counting ants

5 6 7 8 ----

They busily dashed about

as he laid there

counting ants

Some bit him.

9 10 11 12 ----

feasted on him

when he was done.

DEAD END Blood Rose--<---<--<@'

I Forced myself to look at you... DEAD! You were limp and pale wrinkly and dry......DEAD! All your colour gone drained away.....DEAD! Something sad about A poor red rose....DEAD

_______________________________________________________________22/2/99

DIM TIM 'Twas no hope for KIM when she fell for TIM all her hopes were DIM for Tim loved JIM. So she said to TIM It's either me or HIM So Tim chose JIM. Now Jim got mad at TIM and he said to HIM I'm in love with KIM. Now it is poor old TIM whose hopes are GRIM. ____________________________20/2/99

SALLY'S NEEDS

Sally wants SEEDS

to fill the NEEDS

of birds she FEEDS

In the town of LEEDS

but all she sees

is a bunch of WEEDS

that look like REEDS

_____________________________________________________________22/2/99

MUSIC LESSON Franky sang Fra la la la
Lucy sang La la la la
Ally sang Ala ala ala
Tommy sang Tra la la la
__________________22/2/99

ILL

Feelings I have STILL

keep coming back at WILL

While at my window SILL

The view I take my FILL

reminds me of Jack & JILL

who had mishap on the HILL

Feel like such a DILL

Now I feel so ILL

Need to take my PILL

If I end up like BILL

Myself I will KILL

_____________________________________________© TeAnne 20/2/1999

DENTIST's DELIGHT

Around and around
the ache,
Jaw to temple
fontanelle to nape.
Panadol and aspirin
an hour, the ease.
Then it's back!

Around and around
the ache,
Top to bottom
ear and face.
Visit the dentist
to have it pulled.
But will he take
the right one out?

TeAnne © Dec. 7. 1998

Inspired by a horror movie Titled the "Dentist" with
Corbin Burnsin and my tooth ache.

LIGHTS OUT

When I first came
to this town.
They used to turn
the lights off
at Midnight.
Not a street light
could be seen
from sea nor air.
The stars could
lead the way
glittering against
the raven sky.
A crime wave
put an end to
the black out.
Street light shines
in my bedroom window.
The night hours
are now lit up
like day light.

TeAnne © Dec. 7. 1998

FALLOPIAN TUBE

Fallopian tube melt down
babies born in glass
no need for humans
a figment of the past.
Your limbs wont be needed
let the robot do it all
not even your brain is useful
nothing to recall.

TeAnne © Sept 28. 1998

THAT WOMAN!

It's written in the cards, I see it oh so clear.
Cover my palm with silver,
and I will tell you, all you want to hear!
She will write a portentous book,
about the morals, of a President, she hooked!
the title, it's coming to me now,
“To seduce a President, How!”
She will get rich, at his expense!
His name through the mud, a national pretence.
A movie deal for her, will evolve,
from her exploits, she will have sold!
See if it don't come true
this prediction, I be tellin’ you.

TeAnne © Sept 28. 1998

GOTHIC GRANNY
Black satin attire
And dark shadowed eyes
Black leather boots
Knee leather high
Blackened lip smiles
Long black locks
The older generation
In shock!
Pierced tongues
and noses of silver
New style to mock
Pasty white faces
Vampire connotes
I was born too soon
Now all I could be
Is a Gothic granny.
TeAnne © Mar 4.1999

Thank you to the person who owns this image.
HAIRY MONSTERS

Hairy monsters
in my house
everywhere shedding
in the bathroom
on the floor
in their combs
in the basin
long and short
in the shower recess
(a soggy mess)
in the bathtub
on the shelf
on the tap
on the soap
on the bench
on the mats
on the toilet seat
short and wiry
and it's not the cat
for that matter
it's not my colour either.
Mine is on the carpet
here beside me.

TeAnne © Oct. 20. 1998

IT'S THE MAKIN' UP I LOVE Another trivial fight began curses, worse than damn So on the phone I rang It's the makin' up I love. Soft and gentle voices say words of love relay soothin' for a day I'ts the makin' up I love. TeAnne © Nov. 2. 1998
JUNK MAIL

Just like clockwork
The Postie comes along
Feeding my letter box
With junk food.
Can’t he see it’s on a diet?
The sign tells him so.
“No Junk Mail Please”

So like a good citizen,
It’s my job to flush it out
And di-sect it’s regurgitation.
So sickening, the stuff
That it spits out.

Specials, Sales, Buy Now
WIN!!!! Travel, set the Sails
See the World!
What World?
There will be no world left
If all the trees are chopped
To make my letter box obese
With JUNK MAIL!

MORE JUNK MAIL

Catalogues and fliers
Something for all buyers
Sit with coffee and fag
Sift thru’ all they brag.

Want my money no doubt
I sit here with lip a pout
Corporations don’t care
As long as they flog their ware.

In the bin it will land
Later for landfill expand
First it fills my letterbox
Then becomes binder for rocks.

So, a cycle we come to accept
The junk in my letterbox has crept
Tis the only mail received by some
Who quickly browse for what can be won.

Mine, in the corner just sits
because mostly it’s just s..t!

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!

DOWN AND ACROSS

Grown
                 Love
From
                 Sown
Seed
                 Gives
Beautiful
                 Daughter
Life

LOVE YOU

Loving you is hard
One day you will understand the
Value of
Everlasting devotion
~
Yesterdays dreams can
Only live with
Unity of the hearts.
TeAnne © April 12. 1998

CHANGES Mar 8. 1998 In the olden days it was moon and spoon put to rhyme Now I read rain and pain from time to thyme.

ATM Mar 8.1998 I punched a hole in the wall at my bank then my heart sank For zeros' did I see No withdrawal permitted at the the Auto Teller Machine.

SEDUCTION Mar 12.1998 I love you you lied You crucified you toyed and tangled On again off again in limbo Mission accomplished.

MENTAL MADNESS ELASTIC THONG Mar 12.1998

It's not over, just a figment
Of my imagination
Total confusion
Affirmed.

TREE MESS
Mar 12.1998

Lonely tree in my back yard
Oh yes I see
For how the bugs love
To gobble at
Your core, leaving bark everywhere.

TWO FUN POEMS

POETIC ‘A He was in Kristina’s
…………….Arena
when he seen ‘a.
She was sheen ‘a
than any clean ‘a
in a dream ‘a
headin' for a dine’a
in central China.
She were the fine ‘a
on this ocean line ‘a
in any summ ‘a
in all of Australi ‘a…………………
TeAnne. © 28 Jan. 1999

LOVE IS……………….!
Love is kind
Love is Blind
Love is forever
……….on my mind.
Love is skilful
Love is wilful
Love is pitiful.
Love is rich
Love is an itch
Love is a bitch.
Love is cupidity (strong desire)
Love is stupidity.
Love is elusive
Love is intrusive.
Love is CONFUSING!………………….
TeAnne © Jan. 29.1999

MONEY

I will never be a ‘Fat Cat’
I’d need money for that
it’s the root of all evil
needed for survival.My bank account says ‘dry’
think I will starve and die
Its all gone, been spent
into overdraft it went.
Robbed Peter to pay Paul
crashed in the street- ‘Wall’
Paid the bills and the rent
I don’t have a red cent.
Can’t apply for a loan
no collateral do I own
bad credit risk, no savings put away
nothing for that inevitable rainy day.
Need that big ‘Lotto’ win
to steal it would be a sin.
In gaol there would be three feeds a day
Hey! Who said that ‘crime doesn’t pay’?

They always do it to me boot me off in the middle. It's just not fair, they don’t care. They have my money! but they boot me every two hours My ISP has cheated me again but in vain, I try to log on and continue But the magic moment is lost and my lip hits the floor when all I get is. LINE IS BUSY TRY AGAIN LATER. Press OK with anger.

PUSHING UP ~@~ DAISIES ~@~

On the grass so soft
lay back.
Off daisies
pick their petals.
“He loved me
he loved me not.”

On the wind
let them scatter.
North East blow
summer
oh so hot.

Words he uttered
of love. Once!.
Lies!
Into the night
of sin he guided.

Dinner, dancing, wine
in the moment lost.
Oh that music
and bodies hot.
His lying eyes
did shine!

Daisy chain make
remember
with each entwine.
Grave
on his
place it there.

Never again
will he.
Seduce!

July 3. 1998 TeAnne

Rain

it's raining
it's pouring
my temperature
is soaring
sneeze sniffle
cough gag
rain rain go away
clog up drains
another day
stride a mile
medicinal seek
cannot see
parasol screen
wind and shower
ambulance speed
counting blessings
t'wern't me

May 21.1999

- TeAnne

RING AROUND !

Ring around the moon
Ring around Saturn
Ring around my finger
Ring of pretty pattern.

Ring around a bath-tub
Ring around my neck
Ring around my toe
Ring his scrawny neck.

Ring around my eyes
Ring around a rosy
Ring around my head, a halo
Well I wouldn't bloody think so!

ROBOT POETS

You will stick to the
rules
No, That doesn’t flow!
You write it this
way.
In there, is a typo
No, that word wont
fit.
Give it some punch!
It needs imagery
in it!
Contemporary-ism is dead
Shakespeare
wouldn't write it that way.
Go read what other Poets have
writ.
'Hail Hitler' the words for today.

# 1.
Robot poetz 2
U vil stik tu z ruls
No zat duz not flo
U rite it ziz vay
In zer iz a typo
No zat vord vont fit
Giv it zum punch
It nedz imagery
in it
Kontempori - izm iz ded
Shakzper vudent rite it zat vay
Go red vat zer po-etz hav rit
Hal Hitler z vord fur to day.

#2.
NEW MOON (Lai style. French Poetry)

Saw the moon tonight
Glowing, orange bright
The sky

Though it gave a fright
Showing all this light
I cry

It was such a sight
in awe, all this might
No lie

Want to fly a kite
It just wasn't right
wind die.

#3.
HOLDING ON. (Lai style)

Hold me in your arm
Feel for all my charm
Our love
Come close do not harm
children we can farm
My love
Then love we can calm
Oh for heaven's psalm
Above

#4.
DIFFERENT STYLE OF ABOVE POEM

Hold me in your arms
Feel for all my charms
Our love
Come close and whisper
Is nothing simpler
My love
Then love we can make
Oh for heaven's sake
Above

#5.
WRITERS!

Writing releases pent up
feelings of love, life
or woe.
Without the pen and
the paper, where would we
be? who knows?
Love letters to write
to distant ones we lust, or
A friendship letter, to
ones we trust.
Without a writer, no
history to remind us
where we came from
where we are going
and how to give back
to the future.

#6.
No Title:

Told I am immature and
critique, I cannot take.
This is not the issue of
the point, I want to make.
Being of free spirit, no
dictatorship will I take.
If a poem takes my fancy
and I say "I like it"
believe! Words not fake.
If I utter a word like
"Nice" then just take it,
as my heart speaks it true.
And, if the owner don't
like it, then there is
nought that I can do.
Just tell me not to comment
and I will never bother you.
I'll leave it to the 'EXPERTS'

ROCK ‘n’ ROLL Rock n Roll is here to stay Bill Hayley said it that way Our parents said it was evil and corrupt but our minds and bodies, it lifted up. Today, it is sung in a different tune and we the parents, see in our kids eyes, all it's gloom. They sing of death, destruction and hate I wish we could go back before it's too late. The singers of yesteryear would roll in their graves, if they heard their songs twisted this way. And our parents would burn them at the stake if they only knew, at what price and what it would take. TeAnne © 19th Aug. 1998
STEAK FOR TEA _______________________ Steak sanga for my tea cooked perfectly underdone on the BBQ please! Bread with multi grain and onions topped with cheese. Thick tender beef with running juices lightly browned rump or sirloin’s just right eaten with hot chilli sauce on this tepid Sunday night.

#1
STONE HEARTED

Why do you torment my emotional state
with words of love, then turn these words
into an artificial, siblings translate?
Loving words often whispered
make me all soft and gooey inside,
with warm fuzzy feelings that I just can't hide.
When you change the scenario
there are emotions inside of me.
Reactions, you just couldn't know.
I want to rip out your heart, throw it against the wall.
Pierce it with arrows. (forget cupids)!
Let a V-8 Chevy spin it's tyres on it.
Cut it up and stomp on it.
Leave it out in the midday sun for the ants to nibble at.
Mince it in a meat grinder, and feed it to my cat.
Toss it into a mine field or dip it in an acid vat.
Run over it with a cement truck.
Lend it to the Dallas Cowboys as a training ball
Stick it in the microwave and watch it explode.
All these things I know, will do no good
‘cos’ how do you break a heart of stone?
Hmm, a sledge hammer might help!

# 2
WIDE AWAKE

I gave my heart away for a song
where oh where did I go wrong?
Got it returned all crumpled and crushed
Manipulated and mangled and at my feet chucked
Oh, boy, revenge I will have and it will be sweet.
Never, no more, will this woman be weak!
History will not be repeating itself
The writings on the wall, see for yourself
It is written, BOLD in white and black
Never, no more, will this woman be slack

STUPID CUPID

Alas!
I thought this heart was mine
but on closer scrutiny
I see, it has your name on it.
Coloured red and bleeding
from Cupid's arrow!
He secured it for you, then
stuck it on my sleeve.
All this violence!
There should be a law
against cupids' abuse.

#1.THE WORLD IS A STAGE!

Then he said “Here I am just the student”
And I mimicked his words
Then it occurred to me
Are we all
not a student of life
Is there a living being
who has perfected it?
We are born
We breathe
We eat
We work
We sleep
We err
We play
We sigh
We love
We laugh
We die
In all that is vital
We are all still equals
It’s just some who
Think differently.

TURN OFF THE LIGHT

The moon and stars, are okay in their place

But I don't want them in my face

When you kiss me. Just leave them, up in the sky

I will see them plenty enough, when I die.

Will you miss me........?

In my eyes he said, the sun was setting

was he after all forgetting I am sensitive to light?

For my headache, I now know who to blame

To him it's all a game

Blurred vision, the lights too bright.!!!!

UNTITLED!

Sitting here! doodle,

Work to do! oodles,

What’s for tea?

noodles,

I hate dogz!

Poodles,

Gotta go!

Toodles.

FALLING

                                Falling
                                    Fall
                                    ing
                                    Fa
                                     ll
                                     in
                                     g

                                     F
                                     a
                                     l
                                     l
                                     i
                                     n
                                     g

KERPLUNK!

TeAnne 1998

T & S

Twisted thumbs throbbed tacked
to the torsos' thereupon
The triangular threesome.

Single sisters snickered softly,
sighting sibling’s sufferings.
Sad Scenario!

Triplets tattled the tales
thinking terrible twins
trouble twofold.
Thus thwarted.

WHAT RHYMES WITH SUX?

Here I am, bleating out a 'woe is me' tale
I know, yet again, only to fail.
In the basket my writing, could chuck it
or soak, for paper mache, in a bucket.
I know not of this thing called a 'meter'
I only know it rhymes with a name like Peter.
To cleanse my soul, I write from my heart
much schooling not had, I'm not really smart....
I enjoy the writing when it cleanses my soul
it burns within me, like a white hot coal.
Purging from the inside, it makes me feel better
I would rather do it this way, than write an old letter.
Magical words, come in the dead of night
come the morn, they have all taken flight.
I know a good one, has come once in awhile
for on a face, I have created a smile.
Or death, unhappiness and fear
has caused another, to shed a tear.
Placement and form is a pain in the bum
read my words, then to the toilet, run.....
Critique me brutally, it is what I want and need
for then my brain, may compile and learn how to feed.
For stopping now, it may end in a crime
especially now, when I have this rhyme.
Inside the emotions might boil and erupt
if I don't get 'em on paper, before I'm corrupt.
I wish there were poetry meets to attend
then I could hear and follow my yen.
Though in the paper, thrice I was published
I seem to churn out works, that are just rubbish.
Favourite words, I try not, to re-use
new ones I learn, only to abuse......
To write like the masters, I'd really like to do it
think I should give up, before I get shot by a bullet.
Or go back to the paint, with brush in my hand
leaving the pen, to those, who, words understand.
But when I write, it makes others look good
so, I'll keep on doing it, till I am stone or wood.
I agree, as a writer I know I suck
and quite honestly, sometimes I just don't give a f...!
But mostly I do..........

YOOHOO MR PUSS!

“Yoohoo, Mr Puss! Yoohoo, Mr Puss”!
I hear a distant child's cry
“Yoohoo, little child”!
I want to call back! “Kitty is over here”! Yet these words are stuck in my throat.
No matter how hard I try to make heard this silent utterance.
I am struck dumb!
For I am dreaming the child’s cries, as I slumber!
TeAnne © Jan 27. 1999

Artworks by TeAnne

Sunday, April 13, 2014

PAIN Poetry

A little on the DARK side Poetry

Existence 3 ( Death Of The Executioner )

EXISTENCE 4 (The Elders of EDEN. )

Existence 5 (Peace In EDEN)....Final

NUTZO POETRY

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