ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA - POEMS

Ann Christine Tabaka, is better known by her middle name, Chris. She has been writing poems and rhymes since she was fourteen. She was an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She recently had 4 poems accepted into the upcoming Contemporary Group’s anthology “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses,” 1 poem accepted and posted in “Whispers,” 2 poems accepted by “The Society of Classical Poets,” 2 poems accepted by the “Indiana Voice Journal,” and will have poems in the summer 2017 issue of “Halcyon Days Magazine.

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                                          ANTICIPATION
 

Dark and defiant
The tempest rages
Bulldozing over the forsaken shore
Scrubbed raw by the angry waves
Sand blasted remnants of an old boat
Soggy with time
Rattle and creak with each gust
A lone figure stands guard
Huddled against the rocks
Rain drenched yellow slicker
Pulled tightly about her body
The excitement engulfs her
As she waits for the storm
To tear her open
And quench the fire within
 
 
                                         QUICKSILVER
 

A full moon peeks from behind majestic trees
Bare branches are silhouetted by the moon’s silvery glow
The moon casts its shadow like some giant hand reaching out for me
An eerie mantle of soft radiance gleams all around it
Light flows over the land and illuminates all that it touches
It is like liquid silver as it stretches out for the horizon
Mercurial in its ability to evoke wonder
In all those who are awake to see it
 
 
                                       JOURNEY
 

A journey out of nowhere
Into being
Awakened to life
To a life that I was meant to have
To become who I am
Stepping off the edge
Falling into your arms
The safety net of your love
Freed from darkness
Open to the light
Growing wings I fly
I soar above existence
Into a new realm
Of the imagination
Seeing things not as they are
But as they are meant to be
A journey out of nowhere
Into brilliance
  

                                  NATURE’S GEMS
 

Diamonds are the stars at night
The moon a perfect pearl
Opals the fire’s flame so bright
The night is all a swirl
 
The meadows are great works of art
Silver flows in the little rill
Red berries are rubies of the heart
Autumn leaves the senses thrill
 
The orchestra of birds that sing
Gold is the shinning sun
Nature is the one true gem
When all is said and done
 
 
 
                                        FORGOTTEN
 

She stands on the corner,
Cold lonely, lost, forgotten;
As her youth slowly slips away.
She hides behind the makeup,
And clothing of her former years.
 
She evokes a look of pity from all who pass by.
Behind her mask,
Her features show the beauty of her age.
But she refuses to accept this,
And so continues to disguise her true worth.
Trading it in for a few more years of fantasy.
 
Why does she cling on so desperately,
To the worn pages of past times?
She has much more to offer now.
Many of us are obsessed with holding on,
To what we cannot have.
And in doing so neglect to see the satisfaction,
That each new age holds out to us.
 
She mistakes the glances of sympathy,
For admiration.
So for the moment she is content.
Then once again, all too soon …
She stands on the corner,
Cold, lonely, lost, forgotten …
 

                                     NATURE’S GEMS

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Diamonds are the stars at night
The moon a perfect pearl
Opals the fire’s flame so bright
The night is all a swirl
 
The meadows are great works of art
Silver flows in the little rill
Red berries are rubies of the heart
Autumn leaves the senses thrill
 
The orchestra of birds that sing
Gold is the shinning sun
Nature is the one true gem
When all is said and done