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Susan Noyes Anderson

Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.

First Blood

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in General-Literary Poems, Love Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

If you must cut me,
do the job with crystal.
Let ruby gemfire
lick (then burn)
your litany of
leavings
on my palm.

You Rock Me Solid

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in Holiday Poems, Love Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Not only do you rock, you are one––
That’s the honest truth.
I oughta know; you’ve had my back
since we were in our youth.

Biker Beware

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in General-Literary Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: eric mahoney

Don’t let the green grow
underneath your feet.
It could be grass, you know;
though eerie green’s been
seen to bode no good.

Nesting, Resting, and Heroes

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in General-Literary Poems, Life Lessons Poems, Nature Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

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Nesting in a tree,
resting on its roots,
red-caped superhero sporting
camouflage boots.

Inoculation

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in Love Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Saying goodbye was harder than she thought,
but then, it’s true she rarely thought at all.
She acted and reacted, forged ahead,
kept moving, praying that she wouldn’t fall.

point of view

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in General-Literary Poems, Love Poems

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image by Sarolta Ban

she always made him small
it was her eyes
he blamed them,
claimed they cut him
down to size
she said he lies

Sticky Fingers

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on March 21, 2012. Posted in Funny Poems

image by Pete Alexopoulos on Unsplash

It was no more than ninety-eight cents,
but giving it up made her tense.
She was found at the scene…
near the gumball machine.
Caught red-handed without a defense!
(Sticky fingers make strong evidence…)

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Who doesn’t love reading a good limerick? Or writing one, for that matter? Sure ‘n we’ve all felt a little bit o’ the Irish in us at one time or another, eh? And this fun little form is one of my favorites when I’m in a playful mood.

By the way, the image posted above provided the fodder for my punny little poem, and I hope you enjoyed it!