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  Feb 2020 Michael Stefan
Richard Frank
I look upon the other side of the world,
And I can still see you

In the darkest shades of the nights
Within the seven continents and the seven seas
Inside the busy streets and the dead cities
Even if my sight is fading into grey
I can still see you

But when I look at you directly in the eyes
It's like you're not even there
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
Not a finger shall I straighten
In my computation
As I recount my lamentation
At the havoc that you wrought
No calculator needed
As I reconcile my thesis
Such low number needs no genius
Nor exertion of my thought
For such a pitiable sum
Is understood by deaf and dumb
Neither finger nor my thumb
Nor mathematics bureau
Should be dispatched to this cause
In simple algebraic laws
With your love so full of flaws
My counting is rested now at zero
I originally started this poem as a "woe is me" following a pretty bad breakup (yes, guys, I know I have a lot of them as evidenced by my poetry).  However, this became such a fun rhymescape that reminded me of a positive and playful version of Poe's most famous poem about a raven.  Hope you enjoy and hope everyone finds time to laugh after sad times.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Every second ticks by
Slow as you wait
For news hard to swallow
Minutes drift like fog
Making futures appear dismal
Too much time to self-reflect
Waiting for that news
Seated in a hospital bedside
I know that almost everyone has experienced this and I wish no one had to go through it.  Each little second seems an eternity when you are waiting for what can only be bad news.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Everyone keeps looking down
And no one returns my waves
Or their face is buried in their phone

The streetlight keeps flickering
I wonder if anyone is going to fix it
It looks like a Tool video under there

I wonder where she got her haircut
Would it be wrong to say it's cute?
She looks busy anyway

Why do professors take attendance
Aren't I paying to be there?
Who's business is it if I waste my money?
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Witness wonder in all forms
It's always happening around you
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
-in honor of Matthew Hennigan, Vinson Adkinson and everyone else who gave the ultimate sacrifice for their brothers and sisters in arms, you are missed every day

Oh, sweet empty mountain
in your quiet majesty,
Overwatching flowing rivers
meandering through a hushed valley,
And the sparsely growing forest
littered with ruins of times forgot,
In this silent, flowing landscape
for which many nations have fought

Oh, the things you've seen oh mountain,
from triumph to betrayal
To lovers' first awkward kiss,
and children battling so playful
And in waves, you saw it change,
one year peace, the next year tense
You have witnessed arc of all mankind,
each and every sad offense

You witnessed the day when they sat
upon your steep marble mountainside,
Wrapped in ratty tan blankets,
whose purpose was to let them hide
And fingers lay on naked triggers,
muzzles pointed to the road
Cloaked men carried bandoliers,
so their gunners needn't reload

And in the early dawn of light,
the first 'crack' echoed off your side
As a battlefield erupted,
the roaring of a violent fight
Oh, you ancient hunk of rock,
overseeing all as many died
In the distance could you hear,
the faint sound as we all cried?

Rest in peace you glorious *******
I love you Matty and Vinny
I'll see you again one day
Can't really talk about this one.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
So quickly,
Your blade flew
Severing strings
To this world.
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