Howlus Nocturne

make it stop chirping so I can hear the sound of the river and the wind
they never stop
my paws smell like the fragrant echo of the hunt
underneath the smell of hair
I can taste the raccoon's flesh
still enmeshed within
the din of noises coalesces
I hear some rustling along the ledges
beneath the hedges
where the river gashes deep between the forest
and the glen
as the sun falls
and I call
out to
the mighty wolf
and his pack
across the night sky
I can see him then
in my wolven mind's eye
his troupe of forty or so
and then some
I/ We. We must become like them
Strong to the end
unlimited in number
we must defend
this immortal pack
while our young wolves slumber
our warriors have hunt
and puncture the necks
of some unfortunate Elk
The mightiest among us
goes in for the prize
as he stands with his whiskers
still red from this animal's death
and as his eyes turn
in an act of humility
he howls... looking upwardly at the moon.
Staring there
directly at his god
the pack leader
who only hunts
at night...
Staring up at the moon
before he devours this Elk
He must give tribute.......howling
to the one who eternally blesses the hunts
The God of the Wolves.

Love or Pity

Love or Pity
by Dan Ankers
&
She stayed by his side
She wouldn't walk away
She was his
And She knew
That was true
She belonged by his side
so evidently
like a worm belongs in the dirt
that's true
Love or Pity
Stay by his side
Never Stray
why would you walk away
from him

Estranged

Estranged
a song by Dan Ankers


So the last time
you were gone
was like this one
only better
because I knew that
you'd be back
and I knew that
you would never
run away from
here, a life without wings
is what I'm now thinking
this is why you won't return my
phone calls when I'm drinking
You're Estranged from me
the only
lonely
person
who could ever
represent
what you meant
and the train tracks
they all lead you back
to me

Inspired by a pure heart

Inspired by a pure heart
by Dan Ankers



For some wonderful people, depth comes too easily
but I love those people, unquestionably
Because,
For some lovely folks, the world seems a joke
An uncaring master, bearing a yoke
And learning to bear, that wearable prison
is an inevitable part, of flesh bound living

The wonder of life is never lost
These people work magic within their thoughts
And every day seems a noble
Tragedy
But also a Gift
and they live it passionately

YOU

YOU
by Daniel Ankers



Eeenie Meenie
Minee Moe!
Catch the Moment by HIS TOE!
If he hollers, then you know!
To keep him close and don't let go
Forever be the busy bee, and don't forget to
Grow your Tree!
The one whose twigs will tell your tale
The one who's intertwined with the deepest pieces of your soul
The one who no one can ever know
Every branch and every bough, getting to know you down to the
Bole, till the day they saw you down
And build the whole world with your timber
Parceling every piece out parsimoniously
Carefully crafting with your lumber
A world where kids can climb and play
A world where the elderly can sit and think
A world where the adults can craft a safe place
to do business and act on logic and reason and all
the things that to a kid would be treason and make shapes
out of the horizon and the clouds and the sounds, of the world
could all be applause. Lets pull this thing off and be like MR. and MRS. CLAUS
Give the world what it needs. YOU.

Very Few Things

Very Few Things
by Dan Ankers


Very Few Things get to me, like you do
Very Very few, enough to make me write a poem
like this
I am a soft, though rugged soul, alone
drowned out by suffering, not all my own
but saved by miracles, not even one belongs to me
and I'm floating in an ocean of them
that I can barely perceive, and even then, only dimly
not by the motes themselves, but by their passing shadows
or the wisps of wind that follow them, like the whooooosh of dragon's wings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,................../
Very Few, Oh Very Few
the sound of my favorite nephew's voice
or the sight of the heavens on that special day
the kind we all know of but scarce remember
because days like that steal our senses
and we look upon them with awkward lenses
Oh Very Few
with Feral Intensity
Oh Very Few
That's You

New Beginnings

New Beginnings
by Dan Ankers


When it falls apart the pieces explode
while the person implodes
internally monitoring all reactions
while the falling pieces form into factions
so wholly mired in dissatisfaction
who can blame them for their initial reaction?
Not I
While the person implodes
thinking ensues, and this can be a rich fountain
of new attitudes, a new direction
a paradigm shift
away from what
was formerly known
the past
dressed up like a clown
with stubble

Experimental Normal

Experimental Normal
 by Dan Ankers

An everyday action can be peeled back

like the floors of a building they are stacked

upon
loads of other floors that depend, 

on the floor before it being a floor
or a ceiling that depends
on what end you're
starting from
to begin with
Your floor that you stand on, of course
wishes to be divorced,
from all other floors
so the flow of the action you describe
must con scribe to a certain course of action
previously enlisted to not only hold it's own among actions
but to hold up the long succession of events leading to it