John Anderson Poems
|1.||Maybe Life Is Humbug||6/18/2006|
|2.||Those Who Aren't Indicted||6/22/2006|
|3.||This Person We Knew||6/23/2006|
|4.||Love And Best Friends||6/23/2006|
|5.||Purpose And A Place2||6/29/2006|
|6.||A Compliment To A Soul's Fruition||7/2/2006|
|7.||Realization At A Bar||7/2/2006|
|9.||Song Of Hope||7/4/2006|
|11.||Losing My Job (The Cube Farm)||7/2/2006|
|12.||Purpose And A Place1||7/5/2006|
|13.||Breath In My Night||7/4/2006|
|14.||Infinity To The Spirit Of Man||7/24/2006|
|16.||To Our Servicemen||1/29/2008|
|18.||Which Way To Love?||5/16/2012|
|19.||Death Of A Young Man||1/14/2020|
|21.||The Answer -new-||5/19/2020|
|23.||I Dropped My Cell Phone Too Many Times||5/30/2011|
Comments about John Anderson
Purpose And A Place2
I climbed long escalators through the mall-like structure.
Striding people, tragically together, hectically alone.
Marching through a silent early morning.
I opened the glass doors and entered an outer office where I would wait. High-up rooftop views, sheltering us from the chaotic world below, provided a God-like ambience for what lie ahead.
A young secretary directed me from behind her desk to the place where I'd be waiting.
Sitting on oak furniture, under a high ceiling, in my best suit.
I took a cup of coffee from a white carafe and sat back down.
I sit sometimes and write some thoughts
and let my insides out
The hope that while I write
I unlock what life's about
But answers won't reveal themselves
they're wearing a disguise
My words can't seem to undress their mask
or see beneath their cries