What is the value of a woman
Filled with the wonder of you?
One who loves you despite all
Who never sees shortcomings
Just the grandness that is you?
~Ana
poet
“A Small Reminder” – Poem by Ana Livingston
He’ll feel no sorrow
As I turn and leave,
Except for losing
A small reminder
Of someone else.
“A Small Reminder”. Poem by Ana Livingston. Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved
~Ana
“Michelangelo” – A Poem by Ana Livingston
Here is my published poem entitled “Michelangelo”. It has been printed in multiple publications:
“Michelangelo” by Fine Artist, Ana Livingston
Additionally, I have read this piece at poetry exhibitions as well as being a featured poet on the Suncoast’s own WTAN, Tan Talk Radio, here in Florida. I recited from memory on all occasions.
Poet Ana Livingston reciting her published poem “Michelangelo” to a crowd of poetry lovers at an outdoor poetry exhibition in Clearwater, FL.
Standing in the Rain – by Ana Livingston
Sometimes I miss being a child. The innocence. The grandeur of the world.
Standing in the Rain. Ana Livingston, Writer, Poet.
But maybe I can just change my mind.
~Ana
“Shadows” – A Poem by Ana Livingston
I can’t turn
or escape from
these shadows
that are me.
“Shadows”, a poem by fine artist and poet, Ana Livingston.
~Ana
Copyright © 2011 by Ana Livingston. All Rights Reserved.
“On the Road” by Jack Kerouac (Excerpt)
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!'”
-Jack Kerouac
From the novel “On the Road” by Jack Kerouac, American Novelist and Poet. Copyright © 1957
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~Ana
“We Are One” – a Poem by Ana Livingston
Quiet fulfillment
Caresses me now…
Silently, gently,
We are one.
“We Are One” – a poem by Artist, Ana Livingston
Copyright © 2011 by Ana Livingston. All Rights Reserved.
“My Fragile Stream of Love” – A Poem by Ana Livingston
I claw at self-made walls,
For decades they’ve stood firm
My fragile stream of love
Now seeks its way, unearned.
“My Fragile Stream of Love”. A poem by Ana Livingston
Copyright © 2011 by Ana Livingston. All Rights Reserved.
