Author Archives: Anna Pizzulo Moyer

About Anna Pizzulo Moyer

Creative Writer-Property Manager-Lover of Animals, Plants and People.

And Why – a thought on equality

Who proclaims What song plays; When love asks Where shall we dance? Dana and Mary….Congratulations on your engagement from your cousin here in Arkansas. :)

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A Nightmare from Before Halloween

There is no rest dreams; His devoted servant Haunts me in darkness. I run and run and do not escape. The earth swallows me And spits me down into the belly of the demon Where his laughter rings; Where there … Continue reading

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Here’s Your Book……

Here’s your book, I’m giving it back. I lack the time required to read The pages….through……to the end. Every word created wonder. Then again, Obligation is of no importance In literature; You never felt the same. So, here’s your book.

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Cyberspaced Out

Oh, to do something, anything But, sit here doing nothing, emptying hours. Watching the lives of strangers and dogs Yes, dogs. The dogs of unknown people; Who will Forever remain the same? Nothing changes neither work nor life nor the … Continue reading

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A Thought On Mountains

Neither the passage of time nor the wrath of the sky diminishes them. Even the raging passion of the ocean’s rhythm retreats from their strength, only to return entreating entry. Devoted guardians they unlock the shade of twilight and welcome … Continue reading

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ode to a stone

Having recently survived the dreaded kidney stone…I was inspired to write the following silly little verse: There was a rock It grew in me It wasn’t my choice to set it free It decided to move and used my pee … Continue reading

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A Poem about Self Esteem

Worth does not show itself In sums or words carefully placed Upon a page It lurks in dark spaces Under the stove or behind a door Covered in the gummy filth Of forgotten dreams So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened … Continue reading

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Original New Prog-Rock

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Writer’s Block…

Nothing nothing nothing but this blinking blinking blinking No inking from my thinking The poet left the room.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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