Anthony Joseph Erangey
Biography of Anthony Joseph Erangey
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.
The Cockroach And Its Rainbow Room
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.
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.
Beware The Black Rose
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.
Hey Chuck, too bad you’re gone But man, I still have something to Say to you. I’ll do what I want
Does It Hurt While Dancing
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
Sweet snowflake, stilled in time Remember. We are here forever A picture.
It is seven fifty am, and I am ready once again. Shoes gleaming, hair groomed, pressed pants, silky shirt. I have timed this walk which lasts forty seven seconds, From my front door to the local caffeine den.
Who is that new warrior come to the fray? His demeanor inexperienced, ill equipped, unprepared. He stands with the famed general of light. The conqueror of all chaos and darkness.
Too Long Revisited
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.
Once Written, Twice Shy.
I once wrote something, a tribute. Submitted, from a time, less mute. now disappeared, forget, should you?
From a hazy, distant view, out of many, a selected few. I see laughing faces, almost.
Dear God, I love you thank you for loving me You are indeed, everywhere
Who decided the qualifications, that would be the ones? Let's offer a few thoughts on process. Let's say ' We are the Human race' we are as one. Suddenly, there is a plan from above.
I'm still steaming, at them, me and whoever, this sucks.
I wrote from my soul, and like an idiot never wrote it down.
I trusted technology, like a fool. Never trust anything that is nothing like you.
I sound like some embedded bitter old hack.
Maybe, could be worse. I could sound like a billion struggling sages
all lost in their egocentric contracts. I'm still pissed that these poems are gone. I should have known better. That's the pain that throngs.
Well you can take this crap and ple