Anthony Joseph Erangey Poems

Life’s journeyed maze, twists, turns, and bends,
Demands the toll, we dread to pay.
The boatman waits this very day,
To ferry us to destined end.
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A ten by eleven tomb, lock secured, across the hall from the communal bathroom.
Up the long, steep, short tread stairs,
where many had been before and would come more,
With their ecstasy safely anchored to bottomless despair.
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Please pray tell, Where have you found love to dwell?
For I have heard numerous locations, described well.
Invisibly hidden in the human heart,
Mystically aloft as the clouds, apart.
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Beware black rose and pick her not,
Those who succumb, in Hades rot,
Her bloodlust thorns are hidden well,
And if you stoop, you’ve entered Hell.
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Coffee inspired scales of cascading resonance drip onto the floor
She writhes, he stiffens, they tangle their feet, tripping as one.
So swift and graceful, their bodies speaking in tongues
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Dear God, I love you
thank you for loving me

You are indeed, everywhere
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From a hazy, distant view,
out of many, a selected few.
I see laughing faces, almost.
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I once wrote something, a tribute.
Submitted, from a time, less mute.
now disappeared, forget, should you?
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I thought a way to reach people was by intention.
Now I wonder if the best way to get one's attention,
is to say something obfuscated, faux inspired and illusional.
And when examined, say I've been misquoted, how delusional.
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I thought it was cool to reach people by words.
Now I don't. I thought it was cool to reach people by words.
Now I don't. The best way to get one's attention
is to post something inspired and meaningful
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