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Best Poems From
ALICE ANNE GORDON
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summer song
Summer song
summer long
summer sounds
of summer throng
summer light
summer night
summer feels
alive and bright
Floating breezes
fresh and free
gentle sunkissed
bumble bee
curling creatures
sleeping so
marching ants
they come and go
tall grass bends
in sun lit beams
medows shimmer
golden gleams
birds call out
their summer song
dawn to dusk
singing long
bubbling brooks
with silver waters
bluebells dance
like woodlands daughters
velvet moss
enfolds the boulder
tree stumps covered
shadied; colder
for-get-me-nots
smile in their place
mischievious little dainty face
Summer song
summer long
summer sounds
of summer throng
summer light
summer night
summer feels
alive and bright
Alice Anne Gordon
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War of Gender
Mistress of all of lifes situations,
Greer-like warrior; ancient emotions.
Labyrinth of self deceit denial
of archetypal scales that sway, the man
must gently dominate the woman. Once
The Queen, the soul of our creation, the
Matriarchal power, control: Fear of loss.
Matriarchal power, control: Fear of man.
Rise up oh strengthened womn, lay down your spear
of hate. Now stem manipulating blood,
Refrain from holding child as shield. Please halt.
Cease to spread your guilty bullets that sting
The hearts of men, the war of gender end.
Matriarchal power, control: Fear of love.
Alice Anne Gordon
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Shine like the Sun (summer song II)
Shine, shine like the sun
Now that summer's begun
Live, life like a dream
Shine, shine, shine like the sun
The rosebud wakens and peeks from her hood
The blackbird startles and searches for food
The crimson tipped daisies stretch out from their sleep
The morning has woken from slumbers deep
The butterfly flutters its delicate wings
The bees buzz along, the song thrush sings
The dancing of ants march along to the beat
The day carries onwards in blossoming heat
The blue skies lie open, cloudless and free
The golden crops shimmer for all to see
The flourishing hillside where wild flowers grow
The heat blisters on through the day long and slow
The night turns to pink the sun bows its head
The flowers curl inwards asleep in their bed
There's a brief summer song from birds up on high
As night time creeps in, day lets out a sigh.
Alice Anne Gordon
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Fear of Gods, Fear of Death
Epicurus states our responsibility.
In all my meekness and volatility,
irresolute am I to appear.
But for him it was crystal clear
His thoughts on life and death.
Religion grasps at our own docility,
plays to the masses our susceptibilities.
He was, indeed, a pioneer.
It may just be strife and breath.
Is it beyond ignorant capabilities?
To pursue a fathomed possibility
that gods are just the last frontier
In modern man: imagineer.
No need for religion that brings hostility.
The atoms resume to be life and death.
Alice Anne Gordon
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