"anam" poems
You are my "Anam Cara".
The eternal friend of my soul.
This we share together
is ancient and is whole.
We have no secrets,
each others light we share.
No time or distance can sever
this bond we have declared.
Our friendship is open.
Our trust is complete.
Our souls radiate together
as we accept one another
with no tarnish of deceit.
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
( old Irish version)
i. Queen Jane, tá lá atá inniu an lá, an dara bliain mí ourn.
ii. Queen jane, looketh mé ar aghaidh chuig eternity leat.
iii. Queen Jane, ealaín muid mar an gcéanna á s.
iv. Queen Jane, ar feadh an tsaoil chomh maith le; Infinity.
v. Queen Jane, sonas neverending suthain.
vi. Queen Jane, tá a chruthú bás a fháil le sciathán ar síoda.
vii. Queen Jane, gan teorainn flyeth againn ar an Cosmos.
viii. Queen jane, amour ourn 'láidir, TIS lánmhaith.
ix. Féadfaidh na spéir s cairde dúinn, le toast.
x. Dhá mhí sona, an anam mianach, Jane mianach, mianach Reyna.
( English version)
i. Queen Jane, today is the day, ourn second month anniversary.
ii. Queen jane, I looketh forward to an eternity with thee.
iii. Queen Jane, we art the same being's.
iv. Queen Jane, a lifetime plus; infinity.
v. Queen Jane, perpetual neverending happiness.
vi. Queen Jane, immortal creation's with wing's of silk.
vii. Queen Jane, boundless we flyeth the Cosmos.
viii. Queen jane, ourn amour' is strong, tis upmost.
ix. May the heaven's grace us, with a toast.
x. Happy two month's, mine soul, mine Jane, mine reyna.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry/hari and Reyna poetry.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
Wicked.....hovers,
Sleek, against heart’s beat;
Breath of night
Hot, skin-blushed flesh
Tongue-tingled, forged upon steel;
Black satin shivers beneath wildfire lips;
Slow danced in sweetened heat,
Writhing beneath the shimmer-gleam;
Tongues tie wings bruised with ecstasy
Sighed against masculine,
Wearing me wet....
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
An English Sonnet to Mo Chroi
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. My dearest guide through life.
You keep this fool alive, safe and sound.
I regret, Mo Chroi, I have lived amongst such strife.
And to you my friend, it seems peace I have not found.
Your voice I do evoke, for I am lost.
I have strayed off the path and into the dark, cold night.
Wisdom and Intuition, both thrown aside and I have paid the highest cost.
Everything I do now, Mo Chroi, is now a futile fight.
Please come back to me, Mo Chroi, I feel like such a stranger.
Would you even recognize me now? It's been days, years.
Loneliness, it would seem, has let in danger.
As time goes by without you, Mo Chroi, I have no company but tears.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi. Happiness you're now bound.
Mo Chroi, Mo Chroi, my old friend re-found.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Love and lust are fickle things
oft bought and sold for diamond rings
Sometimes confused one for each other
although not twins they could be brothers
I've tasted both and have to say
there has to be a better way
Connections made both near and far
could lead me to anam cara
A stronger bond that knows no end
anam cara is my soul friend
One who loves the essence of me
who opens my eyes that I might see
Who challenges me to look at myself
to read every book that sits on my shelf
My anam cara, my souls friend
awaits for me, round lifes next bend.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
I'd like to share a story,
A sad and tragic little tale,
About a silly, naive woman,
Who was so scared and frail.
Who finally found her anam cara.
Ah! But he lived so far away.
She vowed that she would meet him,
On a not too distant day.
But somewhere in the meantime,
She did meet another beau,
Who treated her so very well,
And a love of sorts did grow.
A love that offered comfort,
A safe place to lay her head,
And she began to wonder,
If she should stay with him instead.
But there was always a nagging,
A pulling , if you will,
And without her anam cara,
Her soul would not be still.
After so much time had passed,
She wrote to him to say,
"I really want to meet you now,"
"Could you come down my way?"
And she waited for many months,
But anam cara, he never replied,
She later learned, she'd waited too long,
Her anam cara had died.
The lesson of this fable friend:
Take a chance...and do not wait!
If you waste time, you just might find,
That you made your choice too late!
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC
You are my anam cara, my soul's friend.
Who knows me from beginning to end.
Your every word reaches out to me,
You see what the others can not see.
Who holds me close though far away,
And within your arms I hope to stay.
You're the warm slippers
I wear all the time,
The inspiration for almost
every rhyme,
The hot cup of cocoa,
that warms my hands,
The knowing look no one
else understands,
The old favorite song
I sing in my head,
The fluffy comforter
I have on my bed,
The view I see when
I'm on my swing,
The song that plays
when I can't sing,
The warmth on my face
from the great sun,
The quickened sleep
when the day is done,
The first one I want
to tell about my day,
The confident voice
when I just can't say.
The friendly hand
that calms my feet,
The reason my heart
still wants to beat.
The face I see sitting
there by me,
In dreams beneath
the poetry tree.
The one who reaches out
to break my fall,
Who hears every scream,
whisper, or call.
You are my anam cara, my soul's friend.
Who knows me from beginning to end.
Your every word reaches out to me,
You see what the others can not see.
Who holds me close though far away,
And within your arms I hope to stay.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
hot, salty july night
you and me in this greek tavern
moon is high but so are we
dancing, laughing, kissing like we are gypsies
you with your wine, me with my martini
we are drinking but we are drinking each other's sorrow
your orpheic mouth on mine, my limerence is on you
my Anam Cara
all the things you'd do to me in this greek tavern
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
I seek not for one to penetrate me in intimacy's form,
I quest for one to pervade mine entity!!!!!
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
i.
Forby thou art not,
I quiver from the
Cold; mine heart
Is running rapid,
There's anguish
In mine soul.
ii.
I wail out of mine
Bones, mine grave
Is looking close, I
Implore for thee,
Mine Jane, mine
Sweet. I implore
One day, thy eye's
I'll meet.
iii.
On the emptied
Street's of purgatory,
Mine sandal's art worn;
I beseech for just one kiss,
But there's nothing, mine heart doth burn.
iv.
Though through these trial's
And Tribulation's, I shalt
Hath patience; whilst I
Get bitten, by the demon's
I have been smitten. Ourn
Affamour shalt break down
Door's, wherein hell shalt
Shatter, we shalt reach the
Shores, O' I plore for thou.
v.
Mine eyeball's art sinking in, is this death somehow?
Mine body and limbs now doth trow; it's weathering
Away, I'm hanging on tight; I prayest thou canst saveth
Me, by the end of the night. And queen if I goeth, please
Knoweth mine amulet belongeth to thee, I wilt forever
Looketh down, upon thine crown, mine empress; mine
Queen.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Bloodmark, swords and damnation.
I fought for the lost souls of the nations.
With such unbearable desire and passion.
Fuil ar mo aghaidh....
Secrets of three, veiled yet unhidden.
Lights upon the earth to cast away the forbiddens.
Pain and sorrow to deaden.
M'anam.......
Forget thy sins not...
Unreveal thy secrets not...
Mo chroí a fháil ar bhealach...
For God love ist divine...
To those who dwell in His Shrine...
Dorchadas fháil bás...
Darkness finds death...
Solas teacht ar an saol
Light finds life...
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
is mo croí theanga í,
is an t-anam ó t-am dearmadta
gur ní cuimhnigh mé.
tá sé bhriste 's,
neamhiomlán,
ach is breá liom í fos
mar sin,
is mo bhaile í
agus tiocfaidh an lá
nuair tá mo theanga agam
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Today I place you where you belong
Not where I wan't you to be
For the lie which has held me hostage
Now in truth has set me free
T'was never a word that you uttered
Nor any gift that you had shown
That made me hold u so exalted
No. That blame is all my own
Funny how the brain can ration out
a senseless amount of care
Giving the most to one so common
And the least to one so rare.
You were never my Anam cara
Not my soulmate, nor " the one"
Just another man, of many men
When it was all said and done.
And so...
Today I place you where you belong
Not where I wan't you to be
For the lie which has held me hostage
Now in truth has been set free
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
In Dublin's mist-kissed streets, we wander,
Two souls entwined, hearts aflame,
Anam cara, whispered by ancient stones,
A love deeper than the Liffey's flow.
I. Dawn's Embrace
At sunrise, we meet by Ha'penny Bridge,
Where copper pennies shimmer on water,
Your eyes, twin pools of mossy green,
Hold secrets only Dublin's cobbles know.
II. Whispers in Temple Bar
In Temple Bar's lively hum, we dance,
Fiddles and laughter weave our tale,
Your laughter, a melody of joy,
Echoes through centuries of poets' dreams.
III. Trinity's Library of Love
Beneath Trinity's ancient arches,
We read love letters etched in oak,
Your touch, a parchment of longing,
Pages turned by winds from distant shores.
IV. Stolen Kisses on Grafton Street
Grafton Street, where buskers serenade,
Our stolen kisses taste of rain and tea,
Your lips, like Dublin's cobblestone alleys,
Hold the promise of forevermore.
V. Cliffs of Howth, Our Sacred Cliff
On Howth's cliffs, we stand as one,
Wind-whipped and salt-kissed,
Your heartbeat, a rhythm of tides,
Pulls me closer to the edge of eternity.
VI. Guinness Pints and Shared Dreams
In snug pubs, we raise our Guinness pints,
To love, to laughter, to Dublin's magic,
Your whispers, like foam on stout,
Intoxicate my senses, leave me spellbound.
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 10:47 AM UTC
The nights breeze flows through my window.
It kissess my skin as i lay upon my bed.
My thoughts recollect to the night of being blessed with Anam cara, a night mirroring this one.
I yearn for another night like that.
More so a life like that, for having an Anam cara is to be home.
And i so long to be home.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
You are my anam cara and compass, guiding me through love's winding lanes, each step echoing the ancient tales of our shared longing, forever in my favor.
A promise etched in the constellations, a celestial ode my dearest anam cara.
Our love a whisper carried by Dublin's winds, reaching across time.
The stars themselves bear witness to our timeless bond.
My heart beats with you, a rhythm woven into the fabric of our shared existence.
Each pulse, a whispered promise across time and space, echoing through the chambers of longing.
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
My concern : the Soul. Do not let the burden weigh on you.
Today, unexpectedly, I found peace. I know you well enough to know and believe in the unexpected - the unwanted even. My mind will not sit still. You know me. You know that for me, understanding is key. Knowledge is important but we must open our hearts with the opening of our minds. Ideas may change and shift. Most know change is an elementary concept that must be grasped. Some things will forever stay in our hearts. Humanity's quest for freedom and love will always be there to enlighten the star-less Sky. I pray we are there at the footsteps of our heavenly home. I dream of a place where a peaceful paradise is above any fear. Through any calamity we can find the place if we first look within and embrace ourselves. We must then reach out our hand to another and whisper, "You Are Loved!"
The world may laugh now but one day they will look back in Thanksgiving and Blessing.
We are each called on a personal journey. Here is where yours begins. Take the first baby steps, and then - always smiling - never look back my soul friend!
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
who gave you the right
to collect other people’s misery?
heartaches and tears,
are not yours to own.
don’t you dare take my name,
it is yours no more;
not my life, not my soul,
not my home.
tá m’ainm! tá mo bhaile! tá m’anam seo!
with sweet voice,
and deft fingers,
you rewrite the pages,
to suit some plan of your own.
but my name? and his? and his?
our county, our place, our home?
stand upon your lonely ridge,
gaze down towards this fort,
and see:
taking others’ names is dangerous
when you don’t know what they mean.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
si vidissent iam levis flammae desiderio et viderunt affluentiam rebus essem corruptas meos impetus et sciebat quid patientia perficere posset mihi licuit in minori mundo crudeli unquam fuit laetior anima mea
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
What pains you
Can you outrun your pain
Epictetus tells us we are souls carrying a corpse
Go dtuga Dia Suaimhneas da anam, Roisin Dubh
(May God give peace to his soul, Black Rose)
Chasten with this evolutionary process enigmatic in nature
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
be my soul friend
my anam cara
play my water harp
my water heart
make music of me
sing me back to
the way I was
the way I can be
the way I am with you
friend, be my soul
my anam cara
make of me a cantata
a rondo
a dance flamenco
flame me back to
the way I was
the way I can be
the way I am with you
soul, befriend me
be my anam cara
make of me a garden
a stroll through Love
give me back to
the way I was
the way I can be
the way I am
c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Madainn mhath, mo bhanrigh. Dhùisg d’anam mi.
Fhad ‘s a chaidil sibh ri mo thaobh,
Bha ‘s a’ faireachdainn mi fhin nad bhruadar.
Ach bha mi nas toilichte nuair a dhùisg sibh
Leis gu bheil beatha nas fheàr na na sinn a ‘bruadar còmhla
Good morning, my queen. Your soul woke me up.
While you slept beside me,
I felt myself in your dream.
But I was happier when you woke up
Because life better than what we dreamed.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC