O Anna Niemus
Biography of O Anna Niemus
I bow to the divine within you... The same Lord of Love lives in
you and me... and never leaves... no matter
how many grey clouds cover His inner presence.
I honor this site's poets
including those who don't know it.
Anyone who does not edit individual poems
and includes the name of the author O Anna Niemus
has my permission to reproduce them on the web
and if on cotton, rice, nontree or
recycled paper to publish them.
God protect, supply, heal and love you today and
always, each and all ways
It is my humble prayer that any downloading be
done on cotton, rice, nontree or recycled
recycled paper that I may walk in the woods
and be able to look the trees in the face.
I would be grateful if you email me with notice
of any misspellings, grammar errors or
opinions I express which enrage you.
Coming: a poem to the vivisector shadow hacker
who loves to make the lives of antivivisectionists more interesting.
O Anna Niemus Poems
3 Kinds Of Serial Killers
There are 3 kinds of serial killers... First, those who kill a chain of individuals on a one to one basis or by hiring a hit person
38 Chicken Haiku Attempts
Some sad stories of captive birds and captive humans:
German Shepherd: Collateral Damage
Her human companion was sent by the unelected to Iraq. With no other options, the soldier
In coffee is dioxypurine In meat is trioxypurine. The latter causes more arthritis, more heart attacks.
When trees are killed by chain saw bulldozer or ax these are not good
Went To War
He went to war for his nation's glory He returned from war
1 28 Ways Wars In Gaza, Iraq, Afghanista...
All wars are wars on animals birds and fishes as well. BOMBS WHICH BURN
6 Point Touchdown
A six point touchdown.. some thought it a football score.. others the hexagonal flake of snow .. soon it will melt
21 Ways Americans Can Lose Weight
Help every being out of the hell of excess weight: a confining pumpkin shell.
Spring Has Sprung
He listened to the chain saw and prayed that God would prevent the eviction of flightless fledglings from their fir tree homes
What Is A Poem?
Emily D put words into poems as an infinite forest of oak is encapsulated in an acorn's nutshell
27 Silent Witnesses
Those who decry sex with unmarried mothers
don't mind drinking milk stolen...
... pulled from udders
(to Robert Cohen)