Ana Christy’s Poetry Page
Legendary small press
poet Ana Christy has had her poetry published in many magazines and journals
worldwide. Her poetry has been translated in different foreign languages
and studied in colleges and universities nationwide. Ana's poetry was
also taught at the University in Soviet Georgia and broadcast on the television
station there. Ana has over 20 books of poetry published and has read
her poetry onstage worldwide. She is also co-editor of Alpha Beat Press
and is host of an internet radio show on Luver Radio. She is the proud
owner of a husband and two cats.
The following poems are new from Ana Christy. Enjoy.
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Spring 2005
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Lulu’s Roast Chicken
By Ana Christy
New Hope, Pa
The smell of butter
Smothered mashed
Potatoes enters the
Window
You are covering me
With massage oil
The smell of golden
Roast chicken wafts
Your drumstick is
Tight between my
Legs
Now the smell of
Smooth gravy
We come fast together
Smile and raid the
fridge
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Visitor No. 6
By Ana Christy
New Hope, Pa
She looked at me –
A Heddy Lamar look of
Hollywood glamour and sophistication
Although she had neither yak yak yaking –
A watered down cocktail in hand –
That was her way
Hog the conversation for 3 hours or more
Said she just sang in the cabaret in town
Acting like Betty Buckley without a trace
Of a voice at all
Not even an iota
When she offered a song or 2
We pleasantly yawned -
A sure sign to make her leave
But
Heddy Lamar did after she caught the drift
Hours later
So long fingered and demure she finally
Finished her Virginia Slim
Left in her car to go to a bar
Where shh’d grab a mike and sing like a star
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A Weekend In Paradise Far From The Madding Crowd
By Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
Cool for a summer day
early still the fog is lifting
12 years of marriage
your hand clasping mine
Aaeron and Jessica up ahead
The clipping of the cart horse
rolling buggy wheels
Aaeron in a straw hat and britches Jessica in a cotton bonnet
And plain long dress
Guessing by their colorful bounty of fruits and vegetables
They are heading to Bird in Hand to sell at farmers market
Together happy in our solitude words not needed
I see everything in your gentle eyes
The town of Paradise on route 30
Once thought so beautiful by a local map reader
As he stood looking down the street
one day
He named the town Paradise Birds fly across the slowly lifting sun
You look happy and I am content
Hs In Blue Bell on route 23
I imagine John Wallace hanging the
Shiny blue copper bell above the clunky old inn door so Many years ago
We listen to the birds drawing in the fragrance of wild flowers
The Amish have been working the plush fields since dawn
At lunch the plows will be idle perhaps ham and bean soup and potato buns Roadside stands summer fruits shoo - fly pie peaches Melons and jams
An old green wooden covered bridge once made to protect from snow used for local ads and a meeting place for townsfolk to air their view
marriages too were a frequent happening it is our anniversary
I couldn’t love you more a passing coal train rolls by tooting its whistle in celebration with a bonus puff of smoke taken back in time driving the back roads our day will soon turn to nigh the Amish will rest visit family children will play and we will be heading back hanging the “do not disturb” sign on the hotel room door.
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CONTAINS SEXUAL MATERIAL
By Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
She was in the throws of discovering the parts of her
Soft young pretty Body
Lying in her ancient four poster bed That had housed Kings queens and Assorted royalty
Now she was special
With the heavy brocade curtains closed tightly around Her ladyships
Feathered heaven
Each night at “lights out” she’d creep In cottoned
Gown across the dark room to the old weathered chest
Where stood in glory her fathers ceremonial red drum
And long black drumsticks Back to her closeted heaven
Drumstick anxious in anticipation
Learning the more the build up
The more the burning ache
Would last
The drumstick replaced the yearning
Need for her first boy
And his young hard penis penetrating her open legs She would pleasure herself each night until the creak of the stairs meant her parents were coming up to slee
Then one day the drumsticks disappeared and the drum remained She never asked where they went And she was never told In guilt she knew her moans had been heard
So a boy soon replaced the drumstic And her fingers were only used in Emergencies and she learned to “come” in silence a sexual sleeping pill “bedtime” was met with anxious pleasure and everyone probably Knew why
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Simple Solutions On A Hot Summer Night
By Ana Christy
New Hope, Pa
I am, digging david bowie
at this moment
2 candles seen -
1 in reality -
everything that is double is
in reality single he
has rolled a joint t
o make me feel better
my fingers and feet are cold
the air conditioner is on in a blaze of fineness
as the munchies set in I began
to feel somewhat improved
Rod Stewart wears it well
I need to put on some socks
And get a snack right now
Nothing really special
Benny and the jetstream
Relaxed like rubberband man
Nothing can irritate me now
and should I die before I wake -
please make sure my pulse to take!
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SORRY GORDON
By Ana Christy
New Hope, Pa.
The clock has stopped
It needs a battery
Outside 2 black guys
And 2 white girls are jiggyin'
To their car stereo
Inside Gordon Lightfoot
Thinks about the Edmund
Fitzgerard -
It was a fateful night
When the storm hit
They sank off the coast
of salt ste. Marie
Saturday night hot and humid
The town is buzzing with
Fun and expensive cocktails
Young girls in summer legs
Men wanting to get laid
Trust fund hippies and bikers
Limos diners bartenders
And waitresses
Across at Havanna's chic-ness
Sucking giant cigars
Girls blonde as they are tanned
Gold cards for all my friends!
Busboys waiters and maitre d's
Hustling in sneakers to get big tips
Too noisy no time to contemplate
Somewhere in an alley a dog is
Letting off steam
Close the blinds
Sorry Gordon you are beginning to get to me
Change the music and turn up
The volume
25 March 2005 - New Hope, PA
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Winter 2005
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Nght Peaches By The Moon
by Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
there was a time wasn't there?
when i was safe cacooned
now it's between me and
the fear of failure
fear of success
watching the silent dog watches from hallway
flight of the bats sightless disrupted by my absence
secure with their destination
home always within reach porch light amber yellow
programmed to survive
teapot rattles to a boil peaches ripe yellow and pink
night friends in bowl on counter in full fragrance
will shrivel and be thrown out
pen and scraps of paper yesterday's news : iraq invades kuwait
and words that pour central park jogger trail continues
and dance with the early hours
and the red wastebasket the peaches are reaching their
potential as i watch the subtle
change of light
the masks on the wall with
fixed smiles of the thoughtless
are breeding among themselves
and i see the words dangle before me, fish baiting my dry thought,
bringing me into the comfortable morning
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A Bomb Scare At The School
by Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
Ted and vince are loading
Groceries into their greta
Garbo green land vehicle
Jim is gathering the carts
Pushing them up with bent
Back to the store
Bad brakes on a country road
Kudzu wanting to bust from
The vine on the pole
The detective in the school
Parking lot in pristine shirt
And starched face--
Looks over the clues
Gathers crucial evidence
Sun shines through march sky
Mardi Gras has come and gone
No beads--
No reason for sudden nudity
Fat Tuesday has become mundane
Wednesday
Until jim tunes his scanner
--
bomb scare at the school--
crackle crackle
the drive-thru at mickey d's
winds around the corner -- it's
a 2 for 1 deal
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he was not my regular doctor
By Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
the doctor said
are your legs
always that blue?
well i said this
florescent light
does enhance it
i told him about
the pain
then he said
are you an
intravenous drug user?
no i said
have you ever shot up?
NOOOOO i said
it was then i wanted
to question his bedside
manner
I was getting severely
pissed
then i asked him for
valium for my panic
attacks
e said – i don’t
prescribe them
they are addictive
- ask your regular
doctor
take Tylenol he
said and keep your
feet up
i limped out of
there confused
and still in pain
i needed a shotsky
and a hospital bed.
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hospitals scare me
By Ana Christy
New Hope, PA
and now i’m in one
being wheeled down
the hall
unfamiliar shiny
white glowing with
antiseptic
green operating walls
gowns and smothered
discussions by
knowledgeable specialists
who are making decisions
about my body-which at
this moment i don’t like
very much
into the elevators to
the 3rd floor-an iv and
and an identification bracelet
ingrid bergman is playing
chopin on a piano on the tv
the old lady next to me is
dying
she is weak from a blood
transfusion
life here is misery
mother farted deep and long
-must be male blood cells
her daughter joked
it’s the cells from the blood
says her knowledgeable
daughter
mother’s hair falls out when
she sleeps
“its anxiety that sets limits.”
Says liv ullman to ingrid b.
get well cards don’t matter
much any more-just the white
blood cells
her husband quiet and pensive
his life with her is about to
become a memory
life without her is an in-
tolerable thought
from the nursery to the morgue
goodnight mama julie said
i AM going home tonight –mama
said
if this is to be my last
sleep i want to be in my own
bed
i feel diane the nurse’s silent
tears.. i’m glad i’m not a nurse..
i want to go home too.
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Death Of A Legend
By Ana Christy
new Hope, PA
lessons learned on streets
the raw beginnings
the hard knock life of
back street bars on bunker hill
skid row dreams
itinerants with nothing to
loose
cleaning up the box cars
in the southern pacific
railyard
warehouse shifts
worn cold in the terminal
annex of the post office
dingy bars an whisky
binges
fist fights and cringing
bartenders
blood flowing from his gut
sidewalks with no meaning
racetracks and he thrill
of the race
sleazy women on dirty
sheets
unshaven hank pounding
the keys in bare bulb
mozart rooms
wanting to make it big
and he did
thinking of Hemingway
and recognition
rejections make him
strong
and the voice flowed
like gravel over glass
tough without glitz
havoc revolved around his
life like a cyclone
6 packs in the fridge
and women who loved hhinm
and left him
fame was easy and beligerant
fans drew like fly to fly
fly paper
hating the audience
his poems laced with words
that had erections
made the crowds stomp
heckle and cheer
you died
leaving us in the lurch
nothing else to come except
what has come before
the fat lady sang too early
the story wasm’t told
now I know there is no god
but I’d like to think pf you
somewhere familiar with a
six pack
your fingers in thee keyes
elling it how it is
wwherever you are bukowski
thanks!
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Mama Mia
By Ana Christy
New Hope, Pa.
He said my meatballs were
Better than mama’s
Now the frigid air blows
Off the river seeping
through the cracks in
the broken window
I won’t be cooking till
Spring
Shuffling double
Socked back to the
Spaceheater with
A nuked bean and rice
Burrito singing auld
Lang syne.
18 February 2005 - New Hope, PA
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