Alice Anne Gordon
Biography of Alice Anne Gordon
Alice Anne Gordon Poems
Summer song summer long summer sounds of summer throng
The Holy Whore of Babylon
The Holy Whore of Babylon cries. Her plea, invection cast as lies. Prejudice awaits her toil, Propaganda spates her foil,
Leaves deepen to orange ember as twilight comes, sky drifts to smother the day, swaddling memories in soft pink clouds.
A Reply... Men & Thir Habits (Scots)
Och Men! Ye canny live way thum Ye canny live without thum
Behind The Veil
Who is behind the veil, behind the veil? Who sees what others only think they feel?
The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Dark devours the hurt, cradled under coats in the cusp of safety, far from prying ears a tear,
A to Zen
Always be an avid admirer of art Always blaspheme the blasted bigot Always count the calm caresses Always debate the damning defect of duty
Blanket of Ignorance
Blanket of ignorance start to unfold. Blindness has led me bold yet naïve, to this strange place where life is a woven web of lace.
Are dreams merely shadows of a self that is unknown? That break the body, mind and soul to energies unflown.
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
Dance With Me...
Dance with me, just once more. Dance with me and feel my heart beat. Hold me, make me safe, protect me from the music That staggers from beat to beat.
Masks slip, faces seen reveals a little of what's been. Keys fit, gates swing melodies of old sing.
I can hardly see you for all the tubes and monitors they’ve attached you to my little one. You look so frail and poorly. Oh how I wish I could hold you – but I can’t. Just hang in there, be strong for Daddy.
War of Gender
Mistress of all of life’s situations, Greer-like warrior; ancient emotions. Labyrinth of self deceit – denial of archetypal scales that sway, the man
Blanket of Ignorance
Blanket of ignorance start to unfold.
Blindness has led me bold
yet naïve, to this strange place
where life is a woven web of lace.
Life, enchant me.
Blanket of ignorance is growing old,
deep rooted in religious holds,
that no longer matter in this space.