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

soft rain does not fall - Anita Holzberg

soft shadows obscure not soft rain does not fall in a few weeks it will the shoe is on the other foot fine wine and cafe that it brewed to perfection glances parting hours stable remarks a place mat remembers what was said here the night falls company leaves P.S. In the rhythm of we pursue those we love. the table rocks with remembrance. Anita S. Holzberg October 2, 'a0

A bit of piano from Ann (Lady Gaga's 'Paparazzi')

After the Rainbow - Anita Holzberg

After the rainbow
there is peace
After the rainbow
there is peace
You came back to me
You my very best friend

There is singing all around
And the little bird without words
sings my song.
and that little bird without words
sings my song.

For Corinne/ because Space and Memory - Anita Holzberg

space and memory encounter the counter of the mind space gives memory grow-power I leave that space become something else like a fallen leaf a long steamed rose in the pool of the past. Anita's poem of Space and Memory

A poem by Anita Holzberg

10 zucchinis make havoc with the field
of their dreams
Lemons lurk on lemon trees disguised
by tall green leaves
Lettuce wilts on 115 degree plates
on a LA patio
Purple plums rise as fall comes
almost too soon here
Pastry chefs stand to reason
with chocolate pumpkin raisin cake
Wedding Chefs learn quickly to create
dreams skillfully and soon
Popcorn of every variety: kettle corn,
garlic, just popped hoot
Pumpkins pop orange their flavor
and colored candies float far
Avocados green as the season sprouts
good fats into sky
Food freaks and nutrition experts
allude to new attitudes now

Anita Holzberg

autumn - from Ann

Freedom~Anita Holzberg

Its all about the web

    that vast net that catches us

              makes us work

                        for whatever we have



                  clouds claim our spirit when

                         it does not move ahead



                               Its all about climbing out

                          the butterfly metaphor

I found my freedom

                     again

                   

                           some might call it resilience



                                       I call it



                                            God.

In the Waking - Anita Holzberg

In sickness
   and in health
           I come to thee
                 
                      the heavens
                have my name

           solace and saniety
                   replace
                 days and nights
                         of
              when movement stopped
                 as the clock
               ticked to oblivion

                 
         
               
              
                  Ahora,  the mind walks
              in another direction

                       un lumiere petit
                 shines
                         within.

Babies - Anita Holzberg

Babies          
make their imprint of the earth's floor
              encumbered by life's frailities
                       they survive
                           they find shelter and food
                                    their Mama the core
               Even in romote Mongolia
                     A baby in a pail of water
                          walks out of the pail
                               the cows and chickens
                                       his playground
                                    
                                              Amazing
photography no words
                            Powerful  beyond cultural
boundaries'

 

Lu - by Anita Holzberg

Lu
face sparkling
walked down the hall
the walker, her new found friend

Great friends for 20 plus years
the happy times
the sad times
ran a design business together

Great friends show up and keep up
the smiles
the chatter about everything
" Hard to leave"
"Keep up the exericse"
I say
"Your make-up looks great!"
Keep that smile on your face."

A poem from Anita

Brilliant sun
   over the shoulder dreams
        tomorrow night
               a reading of my work
         before the poet community

         Chances are
             after poetry
                   there is always something
             brewing
                  coffee at Starbucks
                        speaking French
                    fresh apple pie
                      
    Creativity runs through my fingers
             and through all of us.....
                     Honor it!

Anita's poem

The fog rolls in
     the temperature dips
           Monday and Tues near 100
     30 degrees cooler
          We salute the end of August
                  the kids go off to school
              the lazy hazy days of summer fleeting
          I visit some wonderful gardens
                            3 woman together in straw hats
                   the petunias and begonias brimming
                these trimmings
                       bring their own set of joy!

Anita S. Holzberg

Anita Holzberg

Cream colored clouds
       purple morning glories
          excited voices
              the end of August phrases
         In the haze of fog
               I begin my day
            coffee smells so so good
                  as it streams through
              my home.  

School begins -Anita Holzberg

I watched Misaki
   my 5 year old Japanese neighbor
         go off to Kindergarten
     her smile as wide as the new day
   Her day victorious

By Anita

In the winds of change
I walk the diving board
I memorize trees
I do as I please
summer is fleeting
It will remain in my heart.

Anita Holzberg

Imagine 10 poets on a deck
spouting images into the balmy summer air
the tuxedo cat hiding but hearing the words

They came from Pasadena, a city near Los
Angeles and brought a new way of looking
at love, city, hip hop and relationships

My group of poets more conservative and more
studied
gave the balance

Their thoughts echoed deep into the night.

birds

i like birds.
i like the way they can fly.
and eat.
they are cunning
and they can fight
but they are fair.
unlike us.

dog and arm!

this evening

success smells sweet as roses - Anita Holzberg

Success walked in along a trim hedge in my yard 50 poems are out there blog and e mails Amazon.com with all that fan fare I heave a sigh of relief "Hard work never killed anybody," said my mother a woman for all seasons that made us walk to school in snow never a clone I salute all that followed me here the music plays more than ever! Anita Schiffman Holzberg July 13, '10

My new CD for sale - from Anita!

Hi Everyone
I have done a CD of my poems.
Take a listen to the samples and piano
music by me on Amazon.com under
my name ‘Anita Holzberg’ and ENTER IN.

It is my best work yet.
It spans the years 1988 -2010. Love
poems, Poems of Memory
and Loss, Friendship, Family, Nature,
and Poems of Promise. Enjoy! Comments
would be appreciated.

Hugs. Have a wonderful summer.

Anita

Summer 2010 - Anita Holzberg

In orchid moments

     their faces so delicate

            their stems so strong

In orchid moments

        the summer sun

                 touches my shoulder

                          my arms feel her rays

                           the hustle and bustle

                    dissipates in my garden of hope

                              as root beer floats

                         the swimming pool

                                  close.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg

Anita Holzberg

Underscoring the human in h u m a n i t y I exit the Oakland train a policeman helps me with my suitcase a cafeteria manager pours me a cup of hazelnut coffee and throws in a plain old fashioned donut at 65, my smile still turns heads (joke) I fold up laundry for a friend over 70 he sings my praises the hibiscus blooms bright red near my door-step my garbage cans are taken in by someone Under wraps I see h u m a n i t y waffled -eyed dreams march in the day and the summer breeze never ever the same. Anita Schiffman Holzberg

time for a little nap!

My new felt rose cushions

Places I Frequent - Anita Holzberg

                Oh, memory
         I have ceased to answer thee
                  Martin's photo swept away in the 
                        last de-cluttering
                    his book, his cowboy photo
                          a shining star hits the dust

          I must
                remember that today belongs to today
                     my trip to the UPS store that
                   carried my package in
                   that opened my chest of pots and pans
                            to send back
                that found me a 9 in green fry pan to keep
                                and packed it up
                                        for shipping
                            lickety-split

                       Those women were not clacking bimbos
                    but professionals of paper and packing
                              one a chef at culinary school
                        the other church going

                               from South Africa

                                  little trips I make now
                              to those who care for Seniors
                                      with a cane
                             I find these trips empowering
                                       and heartfelt among
                            dash and din of a day's routine.                 

Waves - Anita Holzberg

Ice cream
cobalt blue sea
seagulls hang over
surf
come up
sometimes rough
beauty is in the sound of the
waves.

Poem for June by Anita Holzberg

Time the great marker
sugar-coated occurrences
wind that does not stop

One white rose appears
then one red
and then a third one--orange

I tell the garden to be my barometer
when the small beaked hummingbird arrives
when the bushy black tailed squirrels ride
my telephone wires high
when summer simulates spring
when curtains ring.




two roses
one white,
one red
meet beyond the wooden shed

each ones' song
out into the universe

June tune.


Anita Schiffman Holzberg
June 29, '10

New thoughts - Anita Holzberg

In shadow
 in darkness
    in unfathomed silences
           the word proceeds the music
the hum proceeds the phrase
   the ditto proceeds what we see in
          Nature
 the chime precedes our deepest joy

(I know this, because I have been there).

Anita Schiffman Holzberg
July 1, '10
July flys

A classic Button pose!

freshly baked brownie muffins baked by Ruth!

Peace -Anita Holzberg

P e  a  c e

    comes q u i e t l y

the anger extinguished

        the fluorescent bulb lasts

                 longer

   throw the clay on the wall

        watch it stick

        the tread of humanity

   rests

       in the resting.

a sparkling jewel

Lessons Learned at Twilight - Anita Holzberg

Twilight   the time between dusk and dark
    
 
     between nodding and unwinding

        between cat's meows and dogs bow-wows.

doggo gnaws on a tasty ankle bone

Home made cheese scones

Finding Peace - Anita Holzberg

In peace I come
to the river
laying down my arms

In openness I come
my heart is listening

In solitude I come
as the clouds roll over
as the sun still not here
the birds wait also

In mirth I come
the snails wiggle
the bunnies hop
the stems of nature always changing

In peace I come
like the running brook
I find the separateness
to be....

Anita S. Holzberg
Searching for Peace
June 10, '10

a small rockery in a dog basket for my friend Betty

Anita Holzberg

In the interim sky begets sky old memories surface I walk up the mountain as a cloud or two floods.

Hi from Anita

Hi! On this glorious hot/almost summer day
Through my mail shoot sat a package from
Ann. Wow, English tea. How special! The flavors
of the tea where very different than here. We have
black tea, and zen tea (green tea), and herbal tea.
Because of the anti=oxygen's and health craze,
herbal tea and green tea are high on the list for us
here in Sunnyvale and the Bay Area. The Bay area
are all those towns in the San Francisco area. I am
in the South Bay.

At any rate, tea is really big now.
I enjoyed my cup of typhoo tea (square tea
bag) with milk and sugar. It had somewhat of a spice
to it. First I made it straight up...and then remembered
that milk might be good and sugar too. I can use stevia
a natural sugar. I too am into the health craze.

So now, as I sip my tea, I think of you Ann,
drinking the same tea....only a few miles as
the crow files across the Atlantic.

Cheers, mon amie.

June Fancy - Anita Holzberg

Now, is the time for silence
   the bird whispers
     the trees bloom
        the roses are in here.
  the month of June.