The lines go by with varied speed,
The skylines treed
Then bare again
Like winter kin.
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“Alright, which one of you samurais chopped the moon?”
04 Jan 2013 20 Comments
in Minute, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: Amelia Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Luke Link, Olivia Bankard, Patual, Poetry, windows
New Year’s Revolutions
01 Jan 2013 3 Comments
in Englyn, penfyr, Poetry Tags: Amelia Anthony, David Link, Eliana Anthony, Grace Link, James Anthony, Poetry
Ecce Moneta
20 Dec 2012 31 Comments
in Kyrielle, Non-English, Poetry, Something Borrowed, Something New Tags: 1 Timothy 6:10, Claire Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Poetry
Take your oil, your diamonds, and gold;
They’re shiny but come at great price.
The struggle for money is old:
Men would kill for one extra pice.
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Happy Holidays
15 Dec 2012 17 Comments
in Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: Amelia Anthony, Anne Anthony, Claire Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Ginny, James Anthony, Poetry, wish
‘Tis the season to
Wish you Merry Christmas
And Happy New Year!
D/M pression
28 Nov 2012 4 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Amelia Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Madeleine Urbaszewski, Poetry
He closed his eyes and saw–
She had a hole in her chest
Where her leaden heart had grown too heavy
For the iron bars that tried to cage it in;
She had cotton in her mouth
Muffling her cries for help,
Making her feel voiceless;
She was thinner
Than a fat-free thin mint bitten in half,
Making her feel invisible.
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Green Friday
23 Nov 2012 4 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Anne Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Poetry
While the hordes took to the urban sprawl,
Suburban war-zones and dangerous mall,
We fled to the country, a rural retreat–
Down back roads and dirt-paved street;
We stopped at a rustic wooded farm
And left with pine in supersacerdotal arm.
Farm Life
05 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Alice Alderson, Amelia Anthony, Anne Anthony, Carolyn Alderson, Carolyn Ruth Alderson, Claire Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Poetry, Tom Alderson
We sat in the back of the pickup truck
Where the air felt crisp and cold and living;
At the top of the hill we jumped the gate–
The hinges groaned, but they stood forgiving
And the bull just grazed as we skirted by,
Not getting too close, just close enough
To leave some feed and a new salt lick
And a silly face, to prove we were tough.
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Get Thee To a Nursery
30 Oct 2012 8 Comments
in Iambic Tetrameter, Poetry Tags: Eliana Anthony, Libby Fenn, Malcolm, Poetry
There’s nothing worse than newborn moms
Who dote on college men as sons
Most infantile as if their own,
Who chide and chafe with stern reproof
And worries wither to their root,
Who think that there’s no difference
Betwixt young men and young infants:
Go to, go to, young mother dear;
Your baby boy is not found here.
The Ripple Effect
16 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Free Verse, Poetry Tags: Anne Anthony, Claire Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Poetry
The music poured out of the piano in waves
Each one splashing louder on the damp floor
Flooding the basement
And filling our heads with rain
That pounded down the long sidewalks of our brains
Washing them white as snow.
emoH (Back home)
13 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Claire Anthony, Eliana Anthony, Poetry
A family is a rhythm is a beat:
A pounding of their clan’s clandestine drum;
Every moral has a story incomplete,
Every map records the area where it’s from.