POEMS and DREAMS
published by R.G. Batcheler, aka. Rush,
who happened to publish them in his cookbook called
(Reflections...40 years of)
"Cookin in the Studio"
ODE TO THE STRAWBERRYWhat a plump delicious
succulent thing,
so sweet and tart,
makes my mouth sing
and my lips pucker with delight.
Oh, the juicy red fruit
of every bite
of a strawberry.
--anne dixon leding
...............FRAGILE PEARLS
Red rooster crowin'
in the early morning sun,
I jumped out of bed
and pulled my jacket on.
I ran to the hen house
to see what treasures lie
in beds of straw
beneath the morning sky.
--anne dixon leding
..............A FISH TALE
Saw a little fish
swimmin in the brook.
Grabbed my fishing pole
and dropped in my hook.
He saw the worm a squirmin
and he took a great big bite.
I took him home to momma
to cook for me tonight.
--anne dixon leding
..............The next was written
in referrance to
the English nobleman of the 1700's,
the Earl of Sandwich, who,
during a game of cards,
invented
"THE SANDWICH."
"Take two chunks of bread
and a slice of meat,
put them together ...
it's good to eat!"
"Try it," said Earl
as he was able,
to pass the card
under the table.
"You know I am
an honest guy,
born a nobleman,
I wouldn't lie."
--anne dixon leding
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Shades of Truth"
to be published at a later date
UNTITLED POEM
by anne dixon leding
copywrite 1965
THE GOOD TIMES ARE SADLY GONE.
THEY'VE SOFTLY FADED IN THE DAWN,
SINGING OUT THEIR WHISPERED MOAN,
RINGING OUT IN SILENT TONE,
LEAVING HERE TO REST ALONE,
THE PAINFUL SHADE OF TRUTH.
IN SILENT NIGHTMARES DREAMS WILL STAY,
MOULDED AS THE SHAPELESS CLAY,
UNTIL ANOTHER PUTRID DAY,
WHEN ALL HOPE WILL FADE AWAY,
IN A CLOUD OF DUST.
YOU THINK THAT LIFE WILL END TOO SOON,
AND YOU WANT TO DANCE HIGH OVER THE MOON,
AND SKIP TO THE THRILLING RHYME IN TUNE;
ONLY TO TOUCH STARS OF ROTTEN STONE
AND CLAIM THE NEON SKY YOUR OWN,
BECAUSE, BABE, YOUR SIGN SPELLS SORROW.
SWIRLING, WHIRLING AS FACTORY SMOKE,
THINKING THOUGHTS OF FILTHY HOPE,
WHILE YOU MAKE THE TOWERED SLOPE,
ON INFINITY YOU'LL CHOKE.
THEN, BABE, YOU'LL LAUGH AND MAKE YOUR JOKE,
WHILE SWINGING FROM THE GOLDEN ROPE
SHE'S HOLDING.
WHEN FATE MURMURS HER HOPELESS SIGH,
THE ONES THAT CURSED AT YOU WILL CRY,
LAUGHING YOU'LL SAY YOU'RE NOT TO DIE,
AND WHILE YOU'RE DYING YOU'LL WONDER WHY
THE WORLD IN ENDING.
THEN WILL COME THAT FEARFUL DAY
WHEN ALL HOPE WILL FADE AWAY.
YOU'LL KNEEL TO YOUR IDLE STONE AND PRAY
AND ASK FOR MERCY ON THE WAY,
AND WISH TO GOD THAT YOU HAD STAYED;
AND YOUR PHONY FRIENDS WILL SAY
THAT YOU'RE AFRAID.
***************THEY'VE SOFTLY FADED IN THE DAWN,
SINGING OUT THEIR WHISPERED MOAN,
RINGING OUT IN SILENT TONE,
LEAVING HERE TO REST ALONE,
THE PAINFUL SHADE OF TRUTH.
IN SILENT NIGHTMARES DREAMS WILL STAY,
MOULDED AS THE SHAPELESS CLAY,
UNTIL ANOTHER PUTRID DAY,
WHEN ALL HOPE WILL FADE AWAY,
IN A CLOUD OF DUST.
YOU THINK THAT LIFE WILL END TOO SOON,
AND YOU WANT TO DANCE HIGH OVER THE MOON,
AND SKIP TO THE THRILLING RHYME IN TUNE;
ONLY TO TOUCH STARS OF ROTTEN STONE
AND CLAIM THE NEON SKY YOUR OWN,
BECAUSE, BABE, YOUR SIGN SPELLS SORROW.
SWIRLING, WHIRLING AS FACTORY SMOKE,
THINKING THOUGHTS OF FILTHY HOPE,
WHILE YOU MAKE THE TOWERED SLOPE,
ON INFINITY YOU'LL CHOKE.
THEN, BABE, YOU'LL LAUGH AND MAKE YOUR JOKE,
WHILE SWINGING FROM THE GOLDEN ROPE
SHE'S HOLDING.
WHEN FATE MURMURS HER HOPELESS SIGH,
THE ONES THAT CURSED AT YOU WILL CRY,
LAUGHING YOU'LL SAY YOU'RE NOT TO DIE,
AND WHILE YOU'RE DYING YOU'LL WONDER WHY
THE WORLD IN ENDING.
THEN WILL COME THAT FEARFUL DAY
WHEN ALL HOPE WILL FADE AWAY.
YOU'LL KNEEL TO YOUR IDLE STONE AND PRAY
AND ASK FOR MERCY ON THE WAY,
AND WISH TO GOD THAT YOU HAD STAYED;
AND YOUR PHONY FRIENDS WILL SAY
THAT YOU'RE AFRAID.
DREAM
I have asked her to leave many times.
I tried to push her out the door, but she will not go away.
Finally, when I see that she is not going to leave, I pick her up and
repeatedly drop her on the floor.
--anne dixon leding
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Sometimes I think that I just want to die,
that I just want to quit,
that I just don't want to be here anymore;
and then there's this thing called "hope",
that persistant annoying thing called "hope"
that keeps kicking me in the butt,
forcing me to keep me going.
--anne dixon leding
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Essie showed me hope, determination,
and the understanding that life is not always fair
but that I can make it good by doing good things.
...She showed me that I was loved
and I love her more than she will ever know.
--anne dixon leding
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