Anthony Joseph Erangey
Anthony Joseph Erangey Poems
|2.||Way Too Long||3/31/2007|
|8.||Once Written, Twice Shy.||3/18/2011|
|9.||Too Long Revisited||3/21/2011|
|12.||Fixed Until Broken||9/25/2011|
|16.||Weber's Backyard Cauldron||9/25/2011|
|17.||Again For Truth Sublime, This Time 'Round||9/25/2011|
|20.||Shades Of Our Tears||10/17/2011|
|21.||Give Me Some Time||10/17/2011|
|22.||She Baited Me||10/17/2011|
|24.||Rest Stop At Night||10/17/2011|
|26.||Wise Old Howl||10/17/2011|
|27.||The Lover Boy||10/17/2011|
|31.||All For You||8/26/2011|
|36.||Was I That One?||10/17/2011|
|38.||Does It Hurt While Dancing||3/7/2011|
|39.||Beware The Black Rose||10/17/2011|
Comments about Anthony Joseph Erangey
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 ...
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