Anthea Slade


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    Diamond Core by Anthea Slade

    Don’t you try to unsettle me
    I can see through to the other side
    Don’t try to demean and cancel me out
    I will rise again like the Phoenix

    Don’t you try to put me to disgrace
    and line my …

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    She by Anthea Slade

    She rhymes with ‘he’ ‘tree’ and ‘me’
    She is real and she is raw
    She is beauty at the core
    She is courtesan, amazon, madonna and mother
    She is throughout history considered ‘other’
    She hurt…

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    No is No by Anthea Slade

    No is not yes
    No is not sort of
    No is not kind of
    No is not maybe…

    No to mind games that devastate sensitive brains
    No to power that intimidates tender hearts
    No to subtext that does no…

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    A Hair Story by Anthea Slade

    Rapunzel’s heart beat with extreme excitement, never before had she been so close to such a gallant knight. His eyes, brown and intense drank her in. She could feel the pull of his desire conne…

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    Masked Bride by Anthea Slade

    Once upon a time there was a creative
    little girl who played with her boy and girl dolls
    making stories of love and romance
    where the boy doll chased the girl doll
    and wooed her through his…

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    Fire in Her Belly by Anthea Slade

    Waiting.
    Embers of desire spark.
    Smouldering.
    Lush thoughts…
    sweet feelings
    that do not allow rest.
    Body memories tingle
    as his body is imprinted on her forever.
    Aches.
    Imagining lip…

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    World In his Arms by Anthea Slade

    She is to him the most precious gift
    She is the beat of his heart,
    the beam of his moon,
    the shine of his stars
    and the ignite of his passion.

    He shows her that she
    is the ocean to him…

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    Dreaming of Him by Anthea Slade

    Dreaming of him
    makes her feel beautiful
    Seeing his image
    in her minds eye
    Filling in the detail
    the line, colour and form
    He takes shape in line first
    and shading of light and shade sec…

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    Blue Eyed Gypsy Woman by Anthea Slade

    Her crystal blue eyes sparkle
    with the verve of life
    reflecting the gentle rawness
    of her journey that has
    sculptured the woman she is now.

    Her sensual lips quiver, vulnerable
    with t…

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    Meeting the Mad Woman by Anthea Slade

    She is nice
    She is kind
    She is subtle
    She is compliant
    She is nurturing
    She loves so much
    She is sweet…
    Oh the feminine beauty we all know,
    we all love.
    That intrinsic beauty that

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    Abandoned by Anthea Slade

    Alone now.
    No one here.
    You left like a thief in the night
    while my body was still trembling
    from where you had been.
    A Red Rose on my pillow
    is all that was left to remind me
    you had b…

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    Purple Passion by Anthea Slade

    Her body tilts back into him
    opening her breast to the universe
    She reveals an open heart
    in order to be close
    She risks raw
    to reveal what is true

    If she falls will she be caught?
    Sh…

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    Captivated By You by Anthea Slade

    Captivated by the way your eyes
    focus and see me
    Delighted that you are present
    here right now
    Ignited by the feeling that you hold
    my heart in your tender hand
    Inspired by the depth
    and…

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    Insane or Wired or Brilliant? by Anthea Slade

    Brilliant Plath disappeared in her Bell Jar
    Intense Vincent Van Gogh was labelled insane
    And when he cut off his ear they cried he had gone too far
    They cut poor Frances Farmers emotion out …

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    Sad by Anthea Slade

    Sadness is shy.
    She bites at our hearts
    and tugs at our minds.
    Sadness stops us
    and makes us feel.

    Our blood bursts with sadness.
    Makes us fall within our essence.
    Sadness is the seed …

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    Garden of Love by Anthea Slade

    I had a dream sublime
    that danced across my mind
    I saw giant flowers in a garden tower
    above two lovers dancing,

    There was sun flower
    yellow and gold
    Filled with joy amplified
    full of …

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    Disrupt by Anthea Slade

    Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted.

    I will:

    Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form
    Eradicate generalisation and turn it specific
    Challenge a belief system if your fa…

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    Growing Older With Grace by Anthea Slade

    ‘It’s all over for us’
    Two 40 something women in my class cried…
    ‘No it’s just beginning’ I replied
    ‘Your 40’s and 50’s are the best years of you life’
    I echoed the words of my 75 year ol…

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    Men Talk by Anthea Slade

    A sand fly, large and black, landed on Dylan’s red nose and stung him. He slapped his nose. ‘Ouch!’ He shook his white hair, the colour of the sand he sat upon and looked out on the flat barr…

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    Mother by Anthea Slade

    Her mind incisive and fast
    Her strength a mountain
    Courage her middle name and her last
    She taught me so much
    My mother pragmatic from the start
    Me philosophical by heart
    When as a child…

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