Category: Annie’s World

Don’t worry about my scars, minor surgery all good. My butler thinks I should use it for my Halloween costume. He suggested I be Frankenweenie.

Anyway on with today’s poem.

My favorite word is yes…
When I say yes, the gloomy clouds disappear…
Yep, my mind becomes so quiet I can hear a rabbit sleeping (I wonder what they’re dreaming about, chasing dogs?)
With yes, all my quarrels are all at once settled.

There’s a big difference between saying yes and no…
No being the fuzziest of brush strokes…
Blame, always blame…
Traveling that same route a thousand too many times…

Saying yes, brings the wild wonderland…
Allows your face to soften against the black…
Is full of fine ideas to write your own stories…
Adventures that can be told in kitchens and castles.

Saying no, invites your ghosts to come with you in your travels…
Bringing along old quarrels and sleepless nights…
Fires that continually need to be stomped…
Low heavy dawns.

When asked to participate, say yes…
It will be like opening all your windows…
The fresh air will fill your life…
And you will once again be like an infant learning to smile.

I love you,

Annie

I’m familiar with storms…
Those dark and cold territories…
Oppressed with many anxious fears…
When the thunder starts, you can find me in the closet.

Where there are too many adjectives and not enough verbs…
Nothing but the gripes…
The biting pain from the bug of disbelief…
The news always gloomy.

So, what can you do when the storm comes your way?

First, snuggle close to me…
We’ll go together and wait for the sun to rise…
Orange like a pumpkin pie…
The light, delicious and almost edible.

We’ll re-examine the colors in your life…
The places where the whites are really white, and the grays are not really gray…
We’ll throw away trying to be holy…
And let everything take its course.

I promise you heaven’s care…
To ease you away from the shadows…
Here, take my crib notes…
And everything else my love can offer.

I love you,

Annie

Wildness is a necessity for me…
I need always to search for wild beauty…
Yep, my life is an expedition…
To places where the water tastes a little piney.

This is where my ancestors gather…
Where “touch me nots” bloom orange and flowery…
Where fireflies glow in the dark…
And everything is mixed with a dab of silliness.

There is also this same wildness in you…

So, stop fixin’ and fussin’…
Sweep away the cobwebs from the devil’s loom…
Empty that half empty cup…
And let’s explore.

We’ll go to the bright sands of Coronado beach…
Take deep breaths of the season…
Read volumes that we long ago returned to the shelf…
And brush away civilization.

Are you with me or not?
I’m not pretending anything I write makes sense…
But doesn’t the idea of such a journey…
Make you feel young again?

I love you,

Annie

You may read my poems everyday and think of me as Annie the wise. But, like all humans I have another side that I’m constantly working on.

Let’s face it…

I am a hound dog!
Not having much choice in the matter…
My eyes brown and bright…
With all manner of openness…

The secret in my world is velocity…
It’s all about outrunning bigger pups…
Or running with a pack of other hounds…
Always avoiding the eye-to-eye showdown.

I try to keep the hair on my back from prickling…
But sometimes it can’t be avoided…
I really don’t like little kids poking me…
Or people that make fun of my little legs.

I hate it when my butlers leave me at home alone…
Sirens make me howl…
I’m really not good at filleting fish…
I’d rather tear them apart (the insides are the best parts anyway.)

So, now you see the other side of me…
There’s a lot more, but I think you get the idea…
Like you, there’s a lot of things battering around in my head…
And yes, I drink like a dog.

There you have it. I hope you still love me.

I love you,

Annie

Have you ever noticed…
That thankful people (and pups) don’t need as much?
They don’t worry about where the garden ends and the wilderness begins…
Their presence is soft, philosophical, and kind.

They know that pain is an old, old story…
And that sometimes they are up and sometimes they are down…
But they figured out how to stop a runaway brain with one little word…
Emptying their mind and finding peace.

For the thankful it is never fitting to call others names…
They are too immersed in the wonders of blessings…
They never shy away from a caring hug…
Because they are huggers themselves.

Today, let’s join the ranks of the thankful…
Enter into the collage of shimmering lights…
Lift our arms to the heavens…
Say aloud each of the gifts we’ve been given.

Here with the thankful, there are no complicated stories…
Just simple words and a picture on each page…
There’s no running straight into sadness…
Because that room in our heads is full of joy.

I love you,

Annie

Come on!
Let’s move away from the prideful and the arrogant…
See what is on the other side of the window…
Test this new place with a tap of a paw…
And fly together through a wistful daydream.

Remember to be as courteous as a guest…
For this place is hallowed ground…
Here you can decide which version of yourself you want to be…
The better or the broken.

Come! Sample the nectar!
Here the gardens don’t belong to anyone!
No more hypocrisy or contradiction…
A new kind of good.

How different from the reflection of the powerful…
Ruthless and red…
Hateful words, belittlement, and greed…
Not ever seeing the supreme irony…
Pride doesn’t usually win.

No! We don’t have to accept this behavior…
We can set our sights on higher things…
It’s all on the other side of the window…
A land of humility, strength and peace.

I love you,

Annie

It’s another day, and time for me to become something brand new…
OMG! There are so many possible combinations!
It’s like going into a closet and discovering an unending number of outfits and accessories…
But I promise no matter who I become today; I’ll always be drifting closer to you.

I look and I can see you…
I listen and I can hear you…
I know that your world is very deep, yet tender…
So, each day I give it the attention that it is due.

I guess I’m kind of like some holy fool…
I don’t think that even the devil knows what to make of me…
Experiencing the whole world…
From under a pile of blankets.

Why do you answer me with only silence?
Are you in some high lonely desert?
Too much wear and tear on those tired brain cells?
Get up because even if a lot of things have gone wrong in your life, there are more things that have gone right!

So, listen to how I start each day…
Follow me through my adventures…
Become at ease in your own life…
And when the day is through, fall into a peaceful asleep.

I love you,

Annie

I love the world as if it were myself…
Her phrases all pleasant poetry…
All I have to do is flick through the pages…
And revel at the view.

We were both made from God’s own hands…
Both having the love of living things…
Can you hear the joy around each echo?
It sounds like childhood.

You may think I’m strong, but I am not…
In my life, shyness mostly wins…
I have so many negative thoughts when I focus on the selfish part of myself…
They vanish when I extend a paw or lick a face.

These are the thunderheads pushing against my horizon…
Soon they will be gone…
My eyes will adjust to darkness turning it to light…
And once again I will see those unusually golden butterflies.

So, I hope this puts new courage in you…
It is simply that same campfire story we all know by heart…
Please, today see the world as yourself…
It feels like childhood…

I love you,

Annie

The wind comes each day in search of me…
Whispering softly of sea things…
And the breakers beyond…
Would you like to come and join me in the conversation?

The ceremony is quite simple…
Everything assembled in a parade…
The perfect backdrop for serenity…
We can just sit and let the world happen.

Trust your inner vision…
Forget all that usual holy nonsense…
Cross the line into the heartbeat of this earth…
And together we can open our hearts to the sky.

It’s good that you are here with me…
As we sway together with the moon…
Don’t worry the sea gulls will guide us home,,,
I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember.

Here nothing is hurried or abrupt…
There is no worry in our words…
Now, I can see into you and you into me…
Wow! How beautiful you are!

I love you,

Annie

What means this dream?
With all the bright splotches of blues and greens…
Inside is there some mysterious significance?
Perhaps the crown of all creation?

I’ll tell you what I know for sure…

It is made by the hand of someone you know…
Like a glorious house with many rooms…
So much space, so many unique designs…
But it is up to you to fill the emptiness.

There are plenty of rooms for you to hide…
And let others do the decorating…
But the style will be awkward and unsettling…
And it will become more like a prison than a home.

So, what are you waiting for?
You have an open checkbook and can choose whatever furnishings you like…
Spread gladness and joy throughout…
Hang pictures which make others believe.

What means this dream?
You don’t know?
Haven’t you searched the world a couple of times looking?
It is whatever you want it to be.

I love you,

Annie