Nancy Ames

Nancy Ames Poems

(This is first-person fiction and the ex-husbands are stereotypical)

'I tried to make it work -
I always tried really hard,
...

'She's just a perspicacious girl,
peeking past her long, dark hair,
her finger twisting one dark curl
in the candle's golden glare.
...

If you can't say something nasty,
don't say anything at all.
You're saying I need rhinoplasty
and I'm riding for a fall?
...

4.

Grumbling thunder,
rainbows at night,
illegal plunder
and muscular right.
...

'A boozer
is a loser,
walking on a lake.
...

'I'm sitting here
in my good girl dress,
and I got an awful fear
that I might say 'yes'.
...

It must be like opening a new door
in a familiar wall, the one with the
photograph, the same old photograph
but starting to look so strange, just
...

8.

(There is an implied speaker, a political manipulator)

'The strength of your opponent,
his heart, his muscle-tone,
...

Little old ladies
rule the world -
everybody knows that.
...

The women ran
screaming like goats
but he was warned
by the flash
...

Just one alphabet,
an imprint on the brain,
and you'll never forget
or be puzzled again.
...

After the concert, he found himself shuffling along the sidewalk with all the rest of the exuberant audience, humming one of the band's big-hit melodies, his eyes still strobing slightly from the light-show. It was so cool and digital, like all the alternating head-lights and tail-lights going by.
The sky was starting to get much darker and the air was suddenly colder and then snowflakes were falling on everybody. He pulled his hood up over his head.
It wasn't too long before there weren't so many people on the street, and he was surprised to realize that he had been following one particular girl for some time. There was something strange and yet familiar about her. By then enough snow was on the ground to show footprints, and hers were the tracks of very small boots with tiny pointed heels.
The girl stopped under a street-lamp and lifted her small face to look up into the night sky. He stopped and stood where he was and looked up too, perhaps hoping to display a sympathetic attitude.
...

'I love this day,
this day so new.
I love this day
and so do you.
...

'After summer, all the wide land is like an
aging woman, her temper uncertain and fitful,
either smiling appealingly and stretching out
her bony hand, apple polished and fingers
...

'You're making me happy -
it's so hard to believe.
You're making me happy
and I might have to leave.
...

(The setting is a mountainside during the gold rush of the 19th century, and the hangman is talking to a youngster.)


'It's a real nice view for dying,
...

'I knew the line I always use
would never reel her in,
and her shiny high-heel shoes
weren't gonna let this loser win.
...

(The speaker here is a woman whose idealism has led her into danger in the third world)

'This sugar's not sweet,
the milk's watered down,
...

'Standing there, you
cover the window and
watch me sitting in
your shadow - hollow
...

(The speaker here is an older street-person)

'When children get the notion
that being bad is fun
...

Nancy Ames Biography

Nancy moved from Hamilton to Toronto after high school where she studied anthropology at U. of T and was active in the (sixties) artistic community. She has since then lived in rural surroundings, both in the Ottawa Valley and British Columbia, where she has had time and opportunity to write both poetry and prose. About ten years ago she moved to Calgary and is enjoying the return to an urban environment. She has been an active member of writers' groups here and participated in numerous public readings of her work. She has written several short stories and at present is working on some book-length projects (because that's where the money is) . She would be happy to collaborate with illustrators, musicians, and other artists, and is especially eager to work with script-writers who could develop screen-plays out of her stories.)

The Best Poem Of Nancy Ames

The Ex-Husbands

(This is first-person fiction and the ex-husbands are stereotypical)

'I tried to make it work -
I always tried really hard,
every, every time.

But I guess I must have
tried too hard because
I spoiled them rotten and
then, of course, they were
rotten.

Most of them live downtown
now, and they do seem to be
making progress.

Some of them even have
their very own shopping-carts.'

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rebbeca 18 May 2020

how dare you do that i made that poem: (

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