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Blue Roses

Long before Autumn,
Long before June,
I sent you blue roses
Beneath a white moon.

Almost six years ago,
Under the sky,
I watched the stars
And I swallowed a sigh.

You spoke of sunshine
And laughter and life…
I remained red-eyed,
Saddened with strife.

The wind of your woes was
As much as I heard.
I sent you two roses
And whispered a word.

My life lived inside me
When your life was near.
And my heart faded
When yours disappeared.

There were spirits inside
Your eyes flickering like fire,
They would rise, and then die,
And then trembling, rise higher.

Alone in the morning,
I stood with the wind.
I stepped out inside me
And silently sinned.

I spoke into the sea.
I woke wondering why
I saw inside me
The whole thundering sky.

I turned, telling none,
Found the hills, flew away
Far from the sun,
And the brilliance of day.

Many years waited,
And I waited longer.
And yet, unabated,
The silence grows stronger.

And violence still flanks
Us for so many years,
Since we last sank
Into ashes and tears.

I try to remember
The sound of the snow
The smells of December
I knew long ago…

I try to see faces
I forsook too fast,
And to believe places
Of faraway pasts

Are not lost forever;
Forgotten, or wrong.
For I prayed I never
Would forget a song.

Six years ago I stood
Under the sky,
Within it no longer
I’d learned not to fly.
I watched you wilting
And tried not to cry.

If you wander, wondering,
After six years,
With all the world’s thundering,
Wrapped in your tears,

And if you find me,
Hide deep inside me.
Try to remind me
Of what lives behind me.

If you should meet me
Someday again,
Death won’t defeat me
Like it did then.

There’s no one who knows us.
And when the dawn’s done,
You send the roses,
And I’ll send the sun.

- Written by Anna Williams at age 22

Let You Go

Let you go and set you free
Free
Free to be
from me.
Let it lie
Fly away.
Forever more
See the day
Close the door.
Forget the way I cling to you.
Forget the love I bring to you.
Happy happy you and me?
Let you go and let you be
Happy happy you and she
If that sets your happy free.
Follow the light. Swallow the dreams.
Keep the songs. Keep the we.
Hold it in your heart for me.

- Written by Anna Vera Williams at Age 15

Remember

When I no longer stand here by your side,
At night beneath the moonlit milky way;
When I no longer kneel with you and pray,
And swear to you with stern, unshaking pride
That I will never travel far away…
When I my faithful promises betray,
And on the far side of the earth I hide;
When all my words of poetry have died,
And there is nothing more for me to say,
When I have left you, though I swore I’d stay…
Remember me, though fires within me play,
Though you no longer hold me in your trust.
Remember me in anger, if you must.
Remember though our books of lore shall lay
Forgotten, lost, and blanketed in dust.
Only then will rubies turn to rust,
And lava roll and pour with flaming coal
From the pits of your volcanic soul,
While destruction paints my heartbeat black.
Remember me. Remember I’ll come back.
And I will kneel again with you and pray,
And I will stand again with you one day,
A thousand words, then, there will be to say…
At night beneath the moonlit milky way.

- Written by Anna Williams at age 22

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Hope is often rented by the year.
A ceremony helps ensure the signing.
People like transitions to be clear,
Preferably at moments when they’re dining.
Yet as a rental flat can be a home,
No one wants to terminate this lease.
Each thinks hope too poor a risk to own
While needing its bright arc for inner peace.
Years therefore start with hope again renewed
Even as the old year’s wishes die.
After all the books have been reviewed,
Ring in the New Year!–with a gentle sigh.

WOMAN’S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?”
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

MAN’S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor
store and a golf course. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care.