Susan Noyes Anderson » Love Poetry

Lifelong

admin — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 17:47:40 +0000

Artwork by Ruth Trobe

It’s harder now to tell where your part ends,

or where my part begins, as time goes on.

I only know that when I speak of friends,

I always name you first. You are lifelong.

We’ve breathed each other’s air enough to know

that suffocation will not be our lot.

Sometimes I wander to, you wander fro.

But lonely’s something you and I are not.

We’ve been together two-thirds of our days.

Safe home. The years roll by. The years roll by.

We know where all the bodies are buried.

And we know when. And we know how and why.

Words Fail Me

admin — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 15:28:10 +0000

Words Fail Me

You are my sunshine in the morning

and my northern star at night.

You’re the clouds that give me warning

when the storm is out of sight.

You are water when my well runs dry,

a breath of clean, fresh air.

You’re the castle in my star-crossed sky,

a blessing and a prayer.

If an ill wind blows my boat too far,

I set my sails for you.

In the dawn of each new day, you are

the sweet, distilling dew.

Every load I bear is lighter

as you lend your strength to mine.

Every song I sing is brighter

when our voices intertwine.

Your music lifts me, fills me up.

My heart stands all amazed.

I honor you; I raise my cup;

I drink you in, quite dazed.

You are my one and only love,

Prince Charming plus; it’s true…

The King of All Clichés, because

I can’t find words for you.

You are my sunshine in the morning

and my northern star at night.

You’re the clouds that give me warning

when the storm is out of sight.

You are water when my well runs dry,

a breath of clean, fresh air.

You’re the castle in my star-crossed sky,

a blessing and a prayer.

If an ill wind blows my boat too far,

I set my sails for you.

In the dawn of each new day, you are

the sweet, distilling dew.

Every load I bear is lighter

as you lend your strength to mine.

Every song I sing is brighter

when our voices intertwine.

Your music lifts me, fills me up.

My heart stands all amazed.

I honor you; I raise my cup;

I drink you in, quite dazed.

You are my one and only love,

Prince Charming plus; it’s true…

The King of All Clichés, because

I can’t find words for you.

A Family is Born

admin — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 23:17:13 +0000

Man and woman.

Heaven’s grace

reaching, touching

altar’s lace.

Gift of God,

the sealing power.

Life eternal

from that hour

is theirs. A prize

to lose or keep

by covenant

that runs heart-deep.

A family born.

A promise sure.

If man and woman

but endure.

His seed also will I make to endure forever, and his throne as the days of heaven.

Psalms 89:29

Rebirth

admin — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 15:56:12 +0000

Within the stone-cold reaches of his heart,

a red-hot revolution had begun.

The feeblest of stirrings was its start,

mere embers, kindled by another’s sun.

She tasted sweet as honey, deftly spun

his head around; oh yes, this was her art.

Her magic crept into that inner part,

where secrets hide and old wounds cut and run.

He was undone. She was Diantha’s wine,

the flower of heaven; no man could resist.

Such grapes as hers grew on no earthly vine;

her lips were petals, pleading to be kissed.

He sipped, drank deeply, knelt before her shrine…

surrendered darkness to the morning mist.

Love Seasons

admin — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 17:58:15 +0000

April showers bring May flowers

(nature goes to work)

May blooms bring June prom-night rooms

(parents go berserk)

June trysts through July persist

(summer’s underway)

July fun turns to August sun

(good times every day)

August fries, September dies

(love is on the wane)

September views October’s hues

(perhaps, ‘twas not in vain)

October gold, November cold

(red-orange passions dance)

November chills, December stills

(Noel is soft romance)

December lights, January blights

(cuddle close together)

January blows, February glows

(valentines trump weather)

February hearts inspire March arts

(spring begins to fling)

March buds claim the April rain

(bluebirds on the wing)

April showers bring May flowers

(love is everything)

Prince Charming and Other Myths

admin — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 15:17:50 +0000

If all your world is painted blue,

Then no one else can change your view.

No pretty words or handsome face

Will make your world a brighter place.

It’s you who lives behind those eyes,

And so it should be no surprise

That only you can change the way

You look at life from day to day.

The answers are inside of you.

Don’t kid yourself. It’s time you knew

No other person, groom or bride,

Can change the way you feel inside.

And that’s okay. It’s not alarming.

It doesn’t mean there’s no Prince Charming.

It only means he’s no magician,

And fixing you is not his mission.

Married or not, alone or two…

Your happiness is up to you.

On Wishes, Sorrows, and Tomorrows

admin — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:36:39 +0000

I'd like to be a giving tree,

then I would shed for you

enough of leaves to keep you warm

and dry the winter through.

I'd like to be a shining sun,

a burst of stars at night…

to light the sky when darkness looms

and keep your spirits bright.

I'd like to be a friendly fire

to guard you when you're still…

to glow when you are weary, and

to keep away the chill.

I'd like to be a sparkling stream,

where you could wash away

the struggles of tomorrow

and the pains of yesterday.

Alas, I can be none of these

but I am yet your friend,

and I will hold you in my heart

until our journeys end.

Union: the Nature

admin — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 23:22:52 +0000

our roots run

together

trunk to trunk

we rise up

bark on bark

we grow

leave knots

love knots

forget-me-knots

knotholes and

arching separations

always winding back

together

bowing

to and fro

as branch in

branch we dance

and struggle

hang low then

stretch high

boughs yearning

reaching turning

tasting bits of

one (the very same)

bright azure sky

Mid-Life Muddle

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:37:53 +0000

©1996 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Age Happens, Meadowbrook Press

When we were young, you made me blush,
go hot and cold and turn to mush.
I still feel all these things, it’s true…
but is it menopause, or you?

No Flies on Me

admin — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 12:06:22 +0000

©1992 by Susan Noyes Anderson

Take all yore shit and git clean off my land;
That hog I raised is better company.
At least he knows to let a feller be;
and plays a sucker straight, not underhand.
My butt could only buck beneath yore brand;
I’ve felt them spurs a-diggin’, chickadee.
There’d be no peace till I was on one knee
Proposin’ doggoned marriage, like you planned.
That’s it now. Adios, gal. Shoo, fly, shoo!
A man’s a man and oughta act the part.
There’s plenty other things I aim to do;
You ain’t about to spill my apple cart.
No highfalutin’ female like you
Will ever put a lock-up on my heart!