Anthony Joseph Erangey

Rookie (Chicago, Illinois)

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

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  • 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 ...

Read the full of The Maze

The End

I'm hoping that this will see the light.
Clear and simple, untextured. Unrefined.
Memory has been elusive of late.
Along with discipline, it will have to wait.

Blurting out obscenities, not really my forte.
Oh, there was a time, but I mustn’t stray.
Is all well in Poemland, I wonder?
Some still are not struck by it's thunder.

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