Anita's poem

In truth
the sea of humanity is vast
the olive branch is there
the infinite sense of community
rests on the shadow of time

In truth
finding friendship
in the path
where friendship is gone
is
a welcome fete

I lost my best friend
for whatever reason
he is gone
the life I had is gone

Tomato soup lunches
strawberry salads
strong coffee at dinner

all these things gone

the light from within ever forceful
the love for Jim from within.

Anita S. Holzberg
December 28, '10

Shivering doggo in a blanket

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Ann. A bit tired after Xmas!

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Anita's happy poem!

In peace I come like the budding rose I find a soft chair to sit on the cushion warm My hot pot bubbles as the water with be put in an English cobalt blue tea pot Miyu and Maskaki will romp in my house and their eyes will find the piano soon there will be music the fingers of little kids banging The years go by 5 years these wonderful neighbors from Japan next door, by my side. Anita Schiffman Holzberg December 27, 2010

In Twilight - Anita Holzberg

In twilight I came to expect
you
a friend, a visitor, a compatriot
room fulls of humor

In twilight I do some shopping
race out the door
Your face here no more

Anita S. Holzberg

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Poem by Anita

Warmth and friendship
good companionship
I wait for this every year

You and Al
the Mother Rooster and Father hen
watch over us.

I left richer for having spent the evening


I am filled with the vision
that if Lily can heal
Jim can find his way back, too

Seeds of change are in the air
the wind is non-existent
this Christmas Eve Night

The stars dance
the freedom to be
soft, yet strong
at your elegant table.

Anita S. Holzberg
Christmas Eve at Inge's and Al's





Blessings at Christmas

Anita Holzberg/ Poet/teacher/friend

Moments like these - Anita Holzberg

Moments like these another day at the hospital in and out recognition by JIM more out then in Brought in my music box cranked it up "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" it cheered me up not JIM too soon to hear this. Somehow, I left the hospital I just walked out in the 60 degree air In the walking I remembered who we were together a power couple each of us wielding our own power no codependency here It worked for us the days together flooded my face and the tears also. Amen. Anita S. Holzberg Day 36 Christmas Eve Happy Christmas, Ann XxAnita

Happy Christmas :)

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Poem for the New Year - Anita Holzberg

The world is still star bound
The river rides up the mountain
Sweet bee sounds around the campfire

I anchored down
I propped my head on pillows
The wind did not touch my toes
I made some bean soup
With a breast of chicken that sung in a
Sea of asparagus

Words spoke kindness
Like the back of a soft lounge chair
I held your face
Ever so close

Stationary remarks around an oak table

Ring in the New Year.....Cheer upon cheer.

Merry Christmas to all our favourite

readers on our blog!
Happy New Year, too!

Anita and Ann
Xx

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Still Another Day - Anita Holzberg

The rain bucketed down
in the morning hours
I chose to ride to the hospital
31 days
I marched to Intensive Care
like a soldier

31 days I repositioned who I am
who you are too

The rain bucked down today
my heart rode to Santa Clara

still attached

I met Max for the 3rd time
We exchanged hospital war stories
We were fast friends
and see the patient


waiting around
the clock to go in again

under the likely care and feeding
of a nurse
who did her thing
While I waited like a suspended toe dancer
in the wings.

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Still Another Day - Anita Holzberg

In the interim
I write these lines
Monday morning
I take the music of Andrea Bocelli
seriously
as it plays in my kitchen

You are Jim
a cloud swimming
a person who is still A L I V E

and I strive
to bring YOU, JIM
the light=the hope=the compassion

Anita

Thanksgiving Wish - Anita Holzberg

Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving 2010
the trees salute me
the sun is on my shoulder
my grandson says please and thank you
the friends I have open their hearts
in my greatest darkest hours
the joy shared for so many years

Thanksgiving
the world will hang the stars
memories but a wash
staid true blue statements walk
actions speak
the world will open her doors
Enter IN
Peace
good wishes
good will
It is a time of hope
as a poet, I pray for thee
in this time
we can create hope.

Anita S. Holzberg
My Thanksgiving Wish 2010

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I carry you - Anita Holzberg

I carry you in my heart
the wind in my
pocket
the sea of hope
rising

I carry you in my heart
the storms loom
the rains come down

the photograph
of you
never lost

I carry you as you are my only
connector to myself

I carry you green peace on a turbulent day
I carry you marshmallows on graham crackers
I carry you, a face from within.

On pillows, I will think of you
On street corners, at stop signs
I will remember You

As I take you with me on a journey
of my soul rising and
falling
You, there-- p r o t e c t me

Your look, your glow
will be so so
Wonderful!
So Absol u t e l y
so
Wonder ful!

Time will take you to another place

You will stay with me regardless

Your lips, your smile
will carry me

And you will be carried by me, too.

Anita S. Holzberg
I will carry you
A poem about friendship, love, interconnection
of the highest order.

(October 13, '10)
Words mean more
December 10, 2010

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My own snow princess!

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In the waking lights vanish the flickering at 1 AM I walk the path the high diving board far I nest in like the season rain, good food on a stove simmering long conversations before the fire light In the waking the birds sing a muted song the roads are set out before me like the river wide and vast small and meandering those little birds light my path.

thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In truth the budding rose is queen the river waits for no one time places no pity we row in a sea of seaweed the joy is in the rowing I came for thee in twilight You heard my call in truth yearning to be free begets freedom falling now in a sea I rowed to shore and the boggie man did not come. Anita S. Holzberg Yearning to be free begets freedom

from Anita x

Just sending you a big hug today
Your blog looks great
Ours looks great too
We are a team you and me
Across continents
That does not stop us
the words and photographs are snapped
Instant messages across the seas

Someday you and I will meet
Fast friends before the horizon
Fast buddies in crime and intention

xxxAnita

Lip gloss Mouths-Anita Holzberg

Time will be
the balance
the scales will shift
the moon rises
apple pie smells sweet
popcorn pops
six gentlemen say goodbye to
six elegant ladies
convertables will converge
in the sea
of the rioting 60's

2010
the i pad rises
the i phone receives
laptops become dream machines
spouting out video games, wii
children's programs that
whistle
tunes of promise

The world is changing
climate shifts
sushi bars emerge
Indian saris take the scene
among the Chinese faces
that settled before

The world changes
there is a shift of values
down home cooking
sleep number beds
portable fireplaces
walk into rooms
heated the world has become
struggles in Haiti and the Sudan
the Brazilizn heart beat
the great grand slam of
hair
the Branzilian hair blow
it lasts 3 months only $350/ a steal

Lip gloss mouths
rabbit run tunnels
staid and true
dreams attach
for me and you.

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg

Picture this - Anita Holzberg

Picture this
the Philistines said it
the holder of the Holy Grail
mentioned it
the survivors of 911 spoke it
the lone hiker jailed in Iran
lived it

Parting ways
on the rim of time
in the sealed jail

they spoke it I am f r e e
we heard it, too.


Lovi
November 11 2010
Irving Schiffman passed on this date 1987
He was a Veteran of the first order
One of the 36 men who passed the torch
to his daughters and their daughters and grandchildren
In his efforts to help his community, my Dad very often
put his hand in his pocket and helped the poor. He
dispensed prescriptions for over 40 years and loved
to laugh, dance, and sing. He was a natural athlete
could play stick ball, basketball, golf, tennis--any
sport he could master. He could speak any language
and make the person he was with laugh, too. My
Dad, today I salute for the legacy you gave us, for
believing I was a writer, for holding my hand during
my darkest hours, for making me laugh at myself and
for giving me Hebrew lessons for our rich Jewish
Heritage. You were a Jewish Mensch. G-d bless You, DAD.

Anita Holzberg

In the waxing and waning the pain persists like a needle going through hands lips remain without pain I color my lips I wear my new leopard sweater I dance around the room Il Vivo I live in this recuperating moments in these moments where the spirit meets the pain and says "enough" and the weight follows the pain getting higher and higher I register for a Pilate's class anything to get the stomach core smaller and in balance after Thanksgiving I will take the class. Amen Anita S. Holzberg November 12, '10

water poem - Anita Holzberg

Water rises to the level
We hope that water rises to the level of what we need
Sunnyvale water is controlled by the Santa Clara Water Co.

Drop by drop
I taste thee,
filtered, tap, or refrigerated

I hold my glass up to the light
the cool liquid flows throughout my body
enhanced by dandelion root drops

My heart flows with the circulation
of water
I can feel it in my toes
no numb feet
just rotating dancing toes

OH!

Lovi
Anita S. Holzberg
November 11, '10

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

In the deep seated silence my yard a vehicle for peace a bowl of chicken barley soup & vegetables before me some water to wash it down my feet bare on the cement patio floor my Autumn red sweater popped over gray jeans Completeness is feeling comfort by yourself No birds this afternoon Only the 70 degree California sun on my shoulder Is it really November? Anita S. Holzberg November 6, '10

Forward steps - Anita Holzberg

Searching for truth
in old envelops
old e mails
photos from 30 years ago

I decided not to go back

forward steps
on the killing ground

to find sound ground
the feet firmly planted

in the s i l e n c e s

love walks in, too.

in the dreaming - Anita Holzberg

in the dreaming in that moment when the mind is clear words come and go the bright light shines you know in the dreaming dogs bark children run the sun is on my shoulder and those that light my path. Lovi for those that light my path Anita S. Holzberg

WORDS - Anita Holzberg

words whisper in the before morning day
words that are the heart beat
the fall colors spill with these words
the subconscious mind
takes us far
into the night
begins the day at 3 AM
waltzing
around the kitchen
I see you face
hold your hand
as you dance with me.

Anita S. Holzberg

I write - Anita Holzberg

I write
like pearls are in the water
      pure white pearls
        swimming

      In the dreaming
        sheets of memory pass
             brilliant days in the sun
                on my mother's porch
                    on the tennis court
                         in a cool lake

                      In the dreaming
            I hold these truths

                      there is a better life
                    I can taste it
             I really can.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Let go of Vanity - Anita Holzberg

Let go of vanity I wear a purple heart I start the rainbow in my heart I am invinciable in forgiving myself loathing myself hating myself fooling myself too Let go of vanity wit goes also I was taught that image was everything I breathe that I let my curly hair go it will come back you know I ushered in the straight and everyone thought it to be great You ain't what you isn't and ain't what you ain't.

if for when... - Anita Holzberg

if for when I would be prepared I would not be if for when life's unexpected wing would sing to me if for when I hold my finger to my thumb I remember to eat a meal put sun block on my face turn the toaster off drink my green tea sing to thee...

In sickness and in health # 4 - Anita Holzberg

In sickness and in health
I keep you close
close at my table

You had a panic attack today
or lots of them

In sickness
I talk normal
not too much probing
you need a person to follow
you I say, a professional

In sickness
you heard me
In health
you will do what you want

I told you not to die on me
that's a promise I wanted you to say
You say, "I felt like I died, but I did not die"

Among the rosemary lamb chops
and Jewish egg noddles and avocado with tomato,
a pack was made

or so it seems.

hair dye - a decision : by Anita Holzberg

In the interim
I go to CVS to get some hair dye
I never bought hair dye
I always had someone purchase this for me
and dye my hair in a semi-permanent dye

They had no semi permanent dye
I would have liked lighter brown
but safely chose the dark brown

in the window of choices
one has to decide

Maybe leaving the hair the way it is for now
might be the best decision for the trip
nothing more new under the sun.

In sickness and in health - Anita Holzberg

in sickness and health
I will carry you
to the ends of the earth
where the sky moves
where children laugh
where the monkey sings

In sickness and health
I will be there for you
as you have been here for me

In sickness
I will run for a cool glass of water
with your meds
In health
I will take a walk with you

Although we are not deemed married
You get my allegiance
as you have stood by me
when in shadow
when the great rains came
you were there for me
never faulting
just there


In sickness
and in health
the sky cries
at your beauty
she really does.

We are what we have met - Anita Holzberg

In truth the waves of time will envelop me In truth the little bud will capture me In truth I walk these streets for over 25 years the bad times not returning In truth I hold Elisabeth's hand and we talk our hearts out as the afternoon sun runs over our shoulders We grow older in truth certain things remain like good friends good food laughter near the fireplace We grow older pain sets in the body walks slower the heart never slows down We are what we have met soft shades of morning children dancing in the street of Now shoes for the fisherman studded rainbows rising Be.

Belief - Anita Holzberg

I have had to believe it all the talent the diligence the dedication the going forth in pain I have had to buy into it the writer's life, the writer's dream, the day without walls I have earned all this down those mean streets pancakes at Denny's 4 AM, in a strange city family that held a deaf ear, slip sliding from job to job believing the wrong people Kinkos, my publisher, at dawn.

Machu Picchu - Anita Holzberg

stationed here the black tuxedo cat a fraidy cat a run away fer rel cat Mine for the asking a cat in the yard I say no litter box no poop in the house Feed me in the yard and I'll be happy Happily does she live with Picchu in the yard not down the street not in the flower bed Sleeping peacefully on a blue cotton towel in the yard.

Freash paint for sale - Anita Holzberg

Fresh paint for sale
a whole room of mocha paint
donuts on the wall
Fresh paint for sale
get your pail
Roll it on
sing a song
change is under your roller
look over your shoulder
Fresh paint
for sale
come grab your pail.

There is always a birthday of the mind - Anita Holzberg

There is always a Birthday of the mind Revision Incision rewrites Mathmaticians revise too There is always a Birth=day a rebirth a resoling a remembering I was 21 top down Ford Falcon Washington, D.C. I was 45 fire in kitchen closed the door ran to Half Moon Bay I was 63 hunt for ideas John Fox San Diego workshop I was 65 group for pain management stayed and true meditation and sharing I was/ all that I have met stomping streets swimming laps uncovering beds making chicken I am standing there with open arms catch me if you can. There is always a Birthday of the Mind.

passages - Anita Holzberg

passages
corridors
halls of moments lost

passages
comforters and
honey lemon tea
I could tell you long stories about this

passages
envelop the heart
beat in the noon-day

I lost a lot of sleep
walking
down these mean streets

New lights, thank you Demetrius - Anita Holzberg

Opening sky
 lights that change color
      lanterns light my garden
        blue, amber, red, green
            a sea of color

           My garden more reflective
              full
               of expanded beauty
                 in the light.

Washed and dry - Anita Holzberg

Washed wind dry my clothes as they hang on the clothesline of the mind Washed by wind shadow and rain Autumn comes quickly, quietly the light disappears my eyes out of focus Jim leaves after dinner he says he has to get home the lingering days of summer leave and their wake it appears we are sitting in darkness a cave of memories to walk into or not I take a cup of orange apricot black tea I toast the darkness the shadow of Jim at my table I clear and clean tonight sausage surprise we have our coffee and vanilla ice cream Wash and dry clean clothes replace the emotions that come out of the dryer still warm, foreboding I fold the towels They sit like soldiers all lined up Wash and dry It is a new day. Lovi Washed by dreams I begin to see what is The Borders of the Mind are tested A green moon shines on a stark morning Wash away my pain an old refrain.

Lasting PEACE - Anita Holzberg

Lasting P e a c e I taste you at a clean kitchen table flowers light the way Lasting M e m o r y the candle is glowing loving thoughts holding my 89 year old Auntie cheers me Lasting I n t e l l e c t the words fly like silver fish the tongues speak the brain moves swiftly over the broom-stick witch as she shows her colors for Halloween Lasting P E A C E I can not taste you a taste of beige grapefruit sweet a ripe melon lingers the sun aglow like Christmas in July the tray of Chai tea before us so great is the Ma-coon cat Reggie nearby the trees kissing the pavement You near by too Lasting P E A C E You have been my longing my forever yearning my quest among many landscapes now you sit with me as big as all outdoors and pray with me too.

Sweet Bee - Anita Holzberg

Sweet bee,
you are true to the passing wind
the rain, the shadow, the snow that comes down
You are true to what you feel
who you are
convictions and powerful thoughts
humor too

Sweet Bee,
come again
be apart of the swing of Nature
make your mark

You have come into your own,
You are at home

Sweet bee.

Memories - Anita Holzberg

Lost in the sea of memory
 I remember the black and white floor
     the kitchen with pink cabinets
           the electric coffee pot
      rows of roses and peonies

                     In that moment
I get lost to another time and space

              Its OK

             I need
          to fill up the space of now

              to put old photographs away
 their memory always on my wet lips
           for the asking

Lost in the day before the day
  my cat runs through the house
         Machu Picchu
                  a sacred cat
           who can fault that??

Anita S. Holzberg
Memories
Oct. 13, '10

The Heart Stills - Anita Holzberg

In the waking
doors are more quiet
   the heart does not rise up like liquid rain

       In the waking
              the meds are working
                     the miracle drug
                           which costs
           not as the cost of not having it

                      My new yard lights
                  are the drama
                        in my life now

              Not, the raging soul
                  My heart stills.

Anita S. Holzberg
October 12, '10

Once - Anita Holzberg

Once
newness
stopped my breath
like a shiny penny

Once I walked 27 blocks in heels to work
New York --my mean streets

Once I dreamed for Rachel
& Emily
Once they emerged beyond
my expectations and dreams

Once I did performance poetry
the stand up queen among male voices
I did this 3 times a week

Once I drove to the highest point in Santa Cruz
and needed help to get down

Once I listened to your heart
I heard the words
of love and devotion
the sound of the bell ringing

Once we get there
we can go further
Once we run a mile, we can run two.

Once we dream
we can live them
in the waking, too.

Lovi.

words like jewels - Anita Holzberg

words
like jewels dance into the day

words
the torch to the darkness
to the person who lost their mind
temporary
to the ions of stars that light our universe

words mean more
like sweet cream
laced in a cup of very fine coffee

I give up sometimes
then I see my words
they have feet
"sweet bee, they have feet"

neat.

In my blog with dear Ann
We capture ideas and photos
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Thanks,
Anita and Ann anitaandme.blogspot.com

A Love Poem § Anita Hoilzberg

For truth I see you a warm puppy crystal clear woofs walking into a new day In truth I take your glance all eyes on me Did I ever fathom this?? Three kisses one kiss for the morning, afternoon, evening You watch me walk You lift me up like Cocoa your affectionate dog by my side by our side.

a poem from Anita

soft thoughts like soft skin hold the mind in place harsh words jolt the soft thoughts they still stay in tack I harbor no resentments just reactions that have no vengance soft thoughts can be strong thoughts skinned knees wake to the world of conflict I teetor toter before my first daughter was born I tetor tater in the morning rain my car on the driveway soft thoughts carry me to the promise land a mecca the storm a ring around rainbows a pillow also soft to fall on. Anita S. Holzberg Word Diva

going forward -Anita Holzberg

worst scenario play superimposed on sky die a little bit in the waxing and waning grapple with the past going forward I give it all up Word diva, performer, CD maker I stand at my own attention my presence is as large as life now as large as life. Dare to live! Lovi

hALLOWEEN - Anita Holzberg

PUMPKINS POP ORANGE FLOODS THE LAND ALL IS A GLOW PUMPKINS POP CANDY IS PASSED OUT LIKE FRAGRANT WINE aND THE SPIRIT IS KIND POP POP POP aNITA'S FAVORITE HOLIDAY......................

G-d for sale - Anita Holzberg

starling remarks before the dawn before the lawn becomes green before the sea of memory takes over before the clover grows before the pots of flowers open their mouths before the intention of living stirs one's mind and spirit beyond belief in tune with the wind on the leaves on clotheslines on birds flirting with sky on telephone wires who hires G-d? G-d for sale no bargain here He makes us work for what we have no sentence too great beyond what we can fathom in our slightest movement beyond life as we know it. Anita S. Holzberg/poet/teacher/songwriter

Never Land - Anita Holzberg

Never land is far beyond the horizon Never land walks in mind and spirit soft shades of morning Never land is what we create ourselves A mind that is engaged in living open free like doors swinging can we ever be near Never land? P.S. Nirvana is a hope a set of intentions for finding Never land Maybe its easier than we imagine. Anita S. Holzberg/poet/teacher/composer

I ride the great white river - Anita Holzberg

I ride the great white river time is on my side I ride the great white river I abide by nothing memory goes into her box success walks on tenuous feet success is in the eye of the beholder I walk into the great white river the waves play as trumpets the melody stays in my head Dare to live! Anita S. Holzberg

Brain waves come like silk - Anita Holzberg

Hollow not
brain waves come
like silk
after being brain dead
to reality shows
grabbing every waking moment

brain waves
like sea waves
reverberate with the tides
the ebb and flow
follow sounds
in the universe
deep underwater dreams
emerge
in the dark yearnings of the heart
black thoughts
transpire
the world we treasure
is the deep longing
the upside down world
where the heart fights for survival
like fish we come
up for water
sometimes that is not enough
food, sustain ace, drops of water
mouth on the open sea
seagulls dart over
seemingly nothing
is happening
so quiet the deep
sea
the mind in struggle
makes little noise
on the shadow of the
earth's crust.

Anita S. Holzberg
Sometimes that is not enough,
food, sustenance, drops of water