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A Day Off…
Posted by: ann on: 24 November 2009
- In: poetry| thoughts
- 13 Comments
Don’t Come In
must get myself together
put on my face
brace myself against the weather
got this day free
well not so much
it’s still costing me
we’re not that busy
work’s slow
can’t spend it shopping
a day off and I’m broke
© ann raven 2009
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You’d think I’d be pleased to be told to take the day off, but I feel at a bit of [...]
Injustice
Posted by: ann on: 20 November 2009
- In: injustice| poetry| thoughts
- 8 Comments
I am incensed and I owe a good good friend an apology – I lost my rag, not with him, but with the system. We have discussed it a million times and last night was no exception – he wanted to drop the subject, but I wouldn’t let it go because I find it so outrageous and [...]
Moral Maze
Posted by: ann on: 18 November 2009
It’s odd the moral dilemma I find myself in when driving to work. I know it’s just a silly little thing and hardly requires deep meaning or philosophy, but still it bothers me. Obviously it’s the rush hour, the roads are horrendously busy, traffic jams, road works, broken lights, accidents, sirens, the usual. I don’t mind letting people out ‘cos [...]
Nothing Lasts For Ever
Posted by: ann on: 12 October 2009
at the park with their greatgrandma
on the london underground
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It has been an amazing few weeks - for the last four weekends house-guests and dinner-guests have graced my home and table; I loved every minute but the last ten days was the greatest pleasure of them all. I was on cloud nine, but now I am brought back to earth – they [...]
The Last Time
Posted by: ann on: 5 September 2009
- In: israel| memories| poetry
- 6 Comments
Same aromatic smells, bustling sounds
Foreign taste, our special place
Nothing much changed
Since the last time
We shared a war zone then
Now we meet, the uneasy peace
An awkward kiss
Not like the last time
Blackout curtains, darkness, silence
Save the sirens wail, bombs overhead
Your gun and bullets under the bed
Afraid it was the last time
Precious moments seeking comfort
Not straying from the [...]
The Cigar Box
Posted by: ann on: 25 August 2009
- In: memories| poetry
- 11 Comments
I stumbled on a box hidden away
Long forgotten memories
Everyone should have one of these
Good old days, another age
Young footloose and fancy free
With no responsibility
The world was mine, to conquer, climb
Joys and passion of youth now faded
Snapshots of friends – not all lovers
Was he my first kiss, or this other?
Memories I thought I could never forget
Washed [...]
Tempus Fugit
Posted by: ann on: 18 August 2009
- In: poetry
- 12 Comments
time has flown
long days alone
waiting for love to knock
once more at my door
it is no friend of mine
each passing day another line
I cannot stop
the onslaught of time
do not think
love is just the right
of the young
the beautiful, the bright
desirability fades with age
but, I know
deep inside
passion never dies
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… a fitting title methinks not for the poem alone, [...]
Time Out
Posted by: ann on: 5 November 2008
“For every human being there rises a light that reaches straight into heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being.”
- Baal Shem Tov
I can’t believe it’s been so long since [...]
So, what’s news?
Posted by: ann on: 18 June 2008
I guess I have been keeping a fairly low profile lately and, gosh, it’s been a whole month since I last posted, so what’s been going on since then that’s kept me away from blogdom. I have lurked and commented here and there a little… I mean what a weekend to discover Five Minutes Mr [...]
Another Week in the Life of…
Posted by: ann on: 18 May 2008
- In: poetry| thoughts
- 27 Comments
Believe it or not, I actually posted something else today, but I was accused of cheating by someone who calls themselves a friend, because the post was mostly made up of youtube videos, none of which I could claim as my own. Also after reading two lines of it and yawn yawn yawning [...]
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