©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson

She’s one of a kind.
She’s sheer delight
wrapped up in pure
frustration––
an open invitation
to go wacky
or be happy
with
confusion, chaos and intrusion
into your life’s order.

©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson

Let me call you sweetheart,
I’m in love with you.
Let me call you Snookums,
Toots, and Poopsie too.

©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson

If I don’t really have
some terrible
disease
and shouldn’t really be
laying
flat on my back
then
I’m a terminal
hypochondriac

©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Lyric

What is this thing that draws me to the sea?
What passion rises with each white-capped swell
to churn upon a watery carousel
and break in frothy secrets, spilling free?

©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Lyric

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Old house, you held a family in your womb.
You stood upon the soil with warmth and grace,
a sanctuary and a birthing place,
nurturing life and love in every room.

©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited

I do not need thee; ‘tis a lie
to paint me weakened by thy charms.
Dost think thy sweeting feign would die
than leave the comfort of thine arms?

©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Infinity Limited

I speak to you of love
but words are vain,
like music played so oft
it loses charm.

©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Poetpourri

finding fear full-flavored
nutty, crunchy
they move nothing
rapt consumers