Stephan

Stephan Jul 2016

Naive is the poet
who thinks what he's written
will capture her heart
with his melodic song

Yes, he was once good
but it all dissipated
when someone much better
just happened along

Now he cries in the shadows,
his pen falling empty,
conceding defeat
to another so new

While all of his dreams
have been left in a poem,
wishes in verses
that will not come true

Stephan Jul 2016

Here lies a poem

.

Here lies a poem,
once a thing of beauty
flowing with love and desire,
inspired by affectionate dreams,
adored by many for the feelings
it contained for another within,
now nothing more than
irrelevant thoughts and words,
lifeless phrases and stanzas,
weakened and aging verses of
mid-sentence fractures
overtaken by youthfulness
as it seeps deeply
into the void . . . forgotten

Here lies a poem
that is far too old
for its own good

Stephan Jul 2016

No more pieces

I watched my world
come crashing down
and as I sifted
through the pieces
trying to put it
back together again,
I came across
a piece I didn't
recognize from before,
it was you . . .

I need no more pieces

Stephan Jul 2016

Promises, promises, promises

Promises in a burlap bag
slung over your shoulder
offering three for dollar
(I've already heard it twice before)
Maybe this time I will be lucky

I found a penny heads up,
but didn't have the sense to pick it up

Still an echo spins atop a broken record
repeating the same chorus
no matter what song is playing
that all are tired of hearing by now

Oldies but goodies are just as bad
as the first time you heard them

Spinning yarns
in coloful fabric weaves,
braided possibilities that never
seem to shrink in the wash

The button for gentle cycle
broke a long time ago

But there is always that chance
when we lean on words
hoping they support the message
delivered once again

*Chances are like matches,
using the last one is always bad luck

Stephan Jul 2016

Where are you

Where are you,
are you safe,
are you happy,
are you next to someone you love,
do I ever cross your mind,
where are you,

I'm still here

Stephan Jul 2016

Forever too

.

I don’t know if skies are blue
or if the lawn holds morning dew
I’ve not a thought of something new
or where the hummingbirds just flew

How sticky might just be that glue
or where’s the rose that I once grew
If shore leave can deplete a crew
or if we’re having homemade stew

It matters not if beer is brew
or if the day is almost through
If all I had was one black shoe
the other one a brownish hue

If there’s a lot or just a few
or if the mantle hides a flue
If lions live outside the zoo
or share their cages with a gnu

All I know is what I do
I spend my life just loving you
And if my nightly dream came true
then you’d love me forever too

Stephan Jul 2016

Blushing Dunes

.

*You dove into my passion's dew
oceans gyrated forcefully,
taking the breath from the shore
where pristine sands came to glisten
leaving behind sea foam footprints
on blushing dune’s desires
hidden from tide’s ebb and flow
for me to follow . . .to you