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 Mar 2013 Anna Banana
Kate
And do you know
That every word you have ever
Spoken to me, that I can remember every one

And do you know
That every glance we have shared
Is etched in to my memory

And do you know
That every touch, every nudge
Still lingers on my skin, I can cite each one

And do you know
That every day I wish for you
I recollect a time where It came so close to being true
old poem about an old crush
 Mar 2013 Anna Banana
Kate
I can't send you a valentine
but I hope you know
that today
(like most days)
you are on my mind

I miss you
I really hope you find love
I know we will never be together
And I'm fine with that
but please be happy, that really is all I want

Once you find her
I'll be sick with jealousy
Of course
but I'll smile, and give you advice as always
oh and I'll hate her so much

but I'll get over it
                                                I'll get over you



                                                          ­                                                I hope.
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
Last night's fine shower
Dampened the hot summer night
refreshed a tired heart.




March 2, 2011

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The man with the piercing eyes
The one that is oh so wise
The one that feels like he can criticize

The man with the heart melting looks
The one that is king of the rooks
The one that gets his strength from his books

The man with the exact right word
The one that thinks what you write is absurd
The one that doesn't listen to what he's heard

The man with the new and hot game
The one that I think is really looking for your shame
The one that I think doesn't think we're all the same

The man with the tower to look down
The one that has lowered my level to a frown
The one that makes you feel like he doesn't want you around

He has the word and he has the sound
But don't fall under his spell
He'll turn your head round and round
And leave you in a state of dwell
 Mar 2013 Anna Banana
Tevye
"Unsinkable"
was a myth;
which no-one ever said.

But she was beautiful,
the most advanced,
the biggest,
the "floating city",
the greatest ever made.

This magnificent vessel
which slipped out
from Harland and Wolff,
it cannot be denied,
was a fine symbol,
of hard work
and Irish pride.

********

That fateful night
truly was
a night to remember.

A night of heroes,
as men willingly
threw their lives away,
that women and children,
may live another day.

A night of heroines,
as women
gave up their lives
to stay with their men
as lovers and wives.

A night of honour
as Thomas Andrews,
whom Titanic designed,
and Captain Smith, stayed,
to their fates resigned.

A night of cowardice,
as J Bruce Ismay,
took a lifeboat place;
from a woman or child
stealing a space.

A night of tragedy
as more than 1500 died,
and of miracles,
that so many survived.

*********

One hundred years on.

RMS Titanic lies
broken on the sea bed.
At peace, in pieces,
she lies there
as broken as the dreams
of those who built her.

The survivors
who numbered 700 and more,
have now joined
all those who went before.

But Titanic,
gives new life today,
as she is being eaten away,
In bizarre irony,
this beautiful lady,
who caused death and strife,
is now teeming with life.

Microscopic life
feasting on this tomb
has sealed her doom;
as into the mighty hull they bore,
By 2030
Titanic will be no more.

Gone
but not forgotten,
neither Her or her victims;
that no-one can deny.

The great RMS Titanic
shall not
cannot
ever wholly die.
Dedicated to the memory of the 1514 men, women and children who died when the Titanic sank on 15th April 1912, the 710 survivors, all of whom have since passed on, and of course to RMS Titanic Herself.
We still have the summer
that we spent together
before you went to college
the nights we spent
drunk on the beach
you with your guitar
me with my smile
as the surf licked our feet
the times we spent
hip to hip
looking at the stars
on that patch of private grass
down the street from your house
all the times spent
wagging our chins
about whatever came to mind
we will always have the summer

We still have the summer
when the leaves outside my window
turn crisp brown, apple red, and gold
when the school bell rings
like the doorbells
opened upon
kids trying to make five bucks
When summer's lingering heat
beings to chill
and we are once again visited
by the ghosts of our breath
We will always have the summer

We still have the summer
when winter comes along
and maybe if we're lucky
it'll be a white Christmas
but this is Richmond
so probably not
but I hope we do
the city looks so pretty
all lit up on a snowy night
We will always have the summer

We still have the summer
when our birthday month rolls around
a couple of April fools
laughing our ***** off
When new life springs out
from all around
and the spring showers
turns the early morning grass
into a field of stars
or a Caribbean sea
meeting a setting sun
and the birds sing their pretty little hearts out
just like you
We will always have the summer

And when summer comes round again
maybe I will see you
not a care in the world
a world's worth of meaning
maybe we will go back to that beach
the sun and salt
turning our skin to leather
until we look like a couple
of Florida retirees
happy and wrinkled
Maybe
we can gaze up at the stars
or your ceiling fan
It really doesn't matter
Maybe these things will happen
maybe not
I find comfort
in knowing
that I will always have that summer
 Mar 2013 Anna Banana
Tearani C
If I say it enough maybe you will get it.
“I Love you more than yesterday.”
If I say it enough perhaps you will see,
That” you are so good, so sweet”
And perhaps if I grasp at the edges
Of everything I can’t quite say, can’t quite frame,
Am searching for am sure remains,
I will convince you of these things.
If I say them enough they will be true to you too.
If I keep finding ways to say
“Nicholas
I Love YOU. “

— The End —