Anthony Joseph Erangey

Rookie (Chicago, Illinois)

poet Anthony Joseph Erangey

Anthony Joseph Erangey Poems

1. Pleasant Thoughts 3/31/2007
2. Way Too Long 3/31/2007
3. Hungry? 3/31/2007
4. The End 4/1/2007
5. Chosen 4/4/2007
6. My Prayer 3/8/2011
7. Almost 3/10/2011
8. Once Written, Twice Shy. 3/18/2011
9. Too Long Revisited 3/21/2011
10. Inner Strength 9/25/2011
11. Time 9/25/2011
12. Fixed Until Broken 9/25/2011
13. Our Palace 9/25/2011
14. Farewell 9/25/2011
15. Mister 9/25/2011
16. Weber's Backyard Cauldron 9/25/2011
17. Again For Truth Sublime, This Time 'Round 9/25/2011
18. Wilson 10/17/2011
19. The All 10/17/2011
20. Shades Of Our Tears 10/17/2011
21. Give Me Some Time 10/17/2011
22. She Baited Me 10/17/2011
23. From? 10/17/2011
24. Rest Stop At Night 10/17/2011
25. Oh Ireland 10/17/2011
26. Wise Old Howl 10/17/2011
27. The Lover Boy 10/17/2011
28. Mal 8/18/2011
29. A Picture 8/20/2011
30. Old Haranguer 8/23/2011
31. All For You 8/26/2011
32. Emerald 8/29/2011
33. Sonic Dream 8/31/2011
34. The Nearing 7/23/2011
35. Electronic Poets 10/17/2011
36. Was I That One? 10/17/2011
37. Music Room 10/17/2011
38. Does It Hurt While Dancing 3/7/2011
39. Beware The Black Rose 10/17/2011
40. Bohemian Eulogy 10/17/2011

Comments about Anthony Joseph Erangey

  • Abhay Vignesh L Abhay Vignesh L (3/8/2011 8:01:00 AM)

    your poems are impressive...Keep up the good work

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Best Poem of Anthony Joseph Erangey

The Maze

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.

We contemplate the grand design
In awe and wonder, we remain.
For life’s ken be, not our domain.
Tis jurisdiction of Divine.

As Children wild, we romp, and play.
And in our teens, become aware,
That not all thoughts or dreams are shared.
There might not be, another day.

Early adults, fast forge, new ground.
Courtship, marriage, young of their own.
Some choose independence, alone.
All are ...

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Pleasant Thoughts

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

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