In Defense of Weeds
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’d like to say a word for weeds,
brave victims of mad plowers.
Why must their sturdy lives give way
to frail, elitist flowers?
Author Archive
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.
Thanksgiving Prayer
©1991 Susan D. Noyes Anderson
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
Weather Retort
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
A long-sleeved shirt again?
Oh, come on Mom, I just can’t take it.
I know that summer’s coming,
but I wonder if I’ll make it.
Growing Old Gracefully
©1997 by Susan Noyes Anderson
You’re growing old so gracefully,”
is what I’m often told.
Is that a compliment?
Should I be proud, or just consoled?
Bless You!
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Oh, what a wonder is a sneeze.
You take in air and blow out breeze,
accompanied by gentle rain;
or you can blow a hurricane.
Euphemistically Speaking
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’ve reached an agreement
with all of my peers.
Old ladies we’re not;
we are “women of years.”
Wordslide!
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’d like to take back
all those words,
to tie them up
and down
with strong brown twine.
No Flies on Me
©1992 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.