Call Me

photo credit: Terri Windling

Call Me
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

I'm waiting for my master,

but the rascal doesn't care.

I wish he'd get here faster, 

but I haven't got a prayer.

He takes me quite for granted,

though I'm at his beck and call.

So call me disenchanted.

Mine's a dog's life after all.

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A Little Birthday Bird Told Me...

Some mothers know just what to do

to build a cozy nest.

They know where every twig belongs

and choose only the best.

Their young are nurtured carefully

in colors warm and bright.

To comfort and protect them brings

these mothers pure delight.

They gather feed to fit each need,

 

till every mouth is filled.

Their eyes are ever watchful, and

their love songs never stilled.

How wonderful such mothers are. 

What beauty they impart.

How blessed the little ones they bear

and care for, heart to heart.

Dedicated to my mother, Darlene Robbins,

and her very cozy

Robbins Nest ~

where every child 

finds love enough

to grow. 

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Would you be mad if I told

everyone how old you are today?

Because you sure don't look 87!

;)

We love you.

Sue, Dave, and the FAM

(Are you wearing your new necklace??)

Arise and Umbrellize

Finland, photo by George F. Mobley

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

 

Umbrellas offer solid proof

that weather's not in vain.

Surely a drop of rain deserves

a bit of notice.

What shoddy arrogance denies

the weeping skies in

heads left bare and
hats left home?

Don't float the notion soggy hair

is any less than an affront.

A front deserves respect.

This rain works hard for you.

Don't dis the dew.

Arise and umbrellize!

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Victory: Mission Accomplished!

Well, it's a happy day! I promised myself I would accomplish my goals this year, and I've managed to finish this one before April is even over. Yep, my brand new poetry website is finally up and running…and I have to admit that I am thrilled with the result. I feel like we kept every element of the old site that I loved while managing to update the mechanics, optimize the appearance, and improve navigation. What's more, it's going to be a lot better for the kind of organic SEO every good website needs. And hey, it looks sharp, right?

I'm still working on my weight loss goal, but I have made some serious strides on that, too…though the spiritual goals may have taken a bit of a back seat to this whole poetry site thing. Having said that, I am currently refocusing my energies in that direction…

And I plan to be posting here more regularly again, so I hope you will be kind enough to welcome me back into the neighborhood. (Because I really like living here.)

=)

PS. Sure would love to hear what you think about the new site, especially the looks and navigation. Is there anything confusing? Thanks!

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Unknown

photo by Kelsey Hannah

Unknown

©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

Talk to the hand,

but hurry.

It's about to disappear

inside a rush of light

so bright

it melts my skin.

And there are secrets 

to unfold. 

Mysteries, washed in

gold and hidden 

from my view.

Unknown, like you.

∞§∞

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Looks like my new poetry website will be up and running sometime next week. It looks great, and I'm excited to welcome you there! Still have some work to do, but I couldn't be happier with the results. Anyway, hope you will take a minute to stop by susannoyesandersonpoems.com once it goes live. (Or now, for that matter. If you click over today, you can check out the old site and compare it to the new one when it debuts.)

Turning 64!

Thanks to The Beatles for giving me a tune to customize for my hubby in celebration of his advancing age... ;)

TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY – NOW YOU'RE 64!

Now that you're older, losing your hair,

I don't mind at all.

You will ever after be my valentine.

Happy birthday; we're doin' fine.

When I stay up till quarter till three,

you don't lock the door.

I'll always need you; sometimes, I'll feed you.

Now you're 64!

(Sure, I'm older, too.

Still when May comes around this year,

I'm just 62.)

You're mighty handy, changing a bulb

when my light is gone.

So I'll watch your movies by the fireside,

praise your car when we take a ride.

You tend the garden, yanking up weeds.

Who could ask for more?

I'll always need you; sometimes I'll feed you.

Now you're 64!

Shall we keep on renting beachfront houses down in Newport Beach,

our old heads to clear?

(Steep at half the price!)

You'll have grandchildren on your knee…

"J," Carli, and Bryce.

Send me no postcard; drop me no line.

Never leave my view.

Keep on saying all the little things you say.

Love me truly, day after day.

Help me with numbers; fill in tax forms.

Mine forevermore.

I'll always need you; sometimes I'll feed you.

Happy 64!

I LOVE YOU!

=)

Sue

Quick update on the poetry website: It's almost ready to go online, and you will be the first to know when it does! Thanks for being so patient with me while I'm gone.

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