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Stephan Jul 2016



Drifting soft upon a cloud
Heading nowhere fast
All alone just you and me
Wishing it to last
Here below the skies of blue
Thankful for the day
Everywhere is something new
In its grand display
Reaching out to touch the wind
Flowing summer breeze
Gazing on a winding stream
There between the trees
Following a hummingbird
Quick as it can fly
Looking down upon the earth
Up here in the sky
Feeling warm beneath the sun
Sending forth a smile
Drifting soft upon a cloud
Dreaming for a while
Yeah, I know, another "dream" poem. What can I say, I'm a dreamer. :)
Stephan Jul 2016
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My label was showing,
flipping out from behind the collar
of my non-U.S.A. made shirt
Sri Lanka I think,
but I can’t see the back of my neck from here

Perhaps that is why they stare or
maybe it is why they don’t?
Well, that's okay, I’m new here,
first time on this floor
(I pushed the wrong elevator button)

Fancy suits and low cut gowns,
hors d'oeuvres, champagne, noses held high,
some are long ones to look down or up at
“Bat in the cave! Oh, did I say that out loud?
Sorry lady, no I wouldn’t like any avocado"

Whispers, murmurs or just low talking,
there must be a hundred of them
I thread myself through the crowd
making my way to the podium where I speak,
“Hello I am a poet and I’d like to read you something”

A strong gust of wind races against my face,
not air from any open window,
but the breeze created by their mass exodus
as they head for the outdoor terrace
for a smoke or to spit on those below them

Then I saw her, standing in the middle of the room
all alone, staring up at me
Deep brown eyes, dark glistening hair
and a smile that out-beamed the overhead recessed light
“I’d like to hear your poem,” she said in a euphoric voice

I gazed upon her mesmerized, feeling my throat tighten,
sweat appeared on my forehead as I lifted
a slip of paper from my back pocket
I looked it over and looked over at her…again
Then, taking a deep breath muttered,

“I must apologize, for it has become obvious to me
there is no more beautiful poem than the one
standing before me at this very time
To read these words which I have penned
would only pale to this I find”

“Thank you, that is very sweet of you,
would you like to go for a walk in the park?
I’d much rather be outside than inside
and maybe you can read me some
of your wonderful poetry there?”

“I’d love to, but what about them?”
I asked motioning toward the crowd on the terrace
She picked up the tray of sliced avocado, some champagne
and slipped them out the door, then giggled,
“Those insiders will be just fine outside for a while”

As we headed down on the elevator
she leaned up and kissed me
and it was at that very moment, as my heart
was nearly beating out on my chest I knew,
(I had pushed the correct elevator button)
Stephan Jul 2016


If you were the earth
and I were the moon
I'd shine night and day
so maybe real soon

Before very long
I would be the one
That you would look for
instead of the sun
Stephan Jul 2016
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I don’t recognize my footprints anymore,
flashcubes and Kodak moments
distort my sight, blinding so  
I barely recognize my name,
as if anyone might call
on the gusts of barren life which hit me full force

Lost in a silent thought  
bouncing from shutter to shutter
blistering paint and chipping sorrows
outside the windows, smeared in tears
now resting on dampened sills
reflecting negative images, as I stare

Photographic headlines swing on wire fences
twisted around overexposed dreams,
rusting in the rain, falling piece by tiny piece
until words read like fragmented sentences
in amber speckles on the walk,  
asking me to believe

A three legged cat begs for a mouse,
yet the only thing held in this trap is me,
a rat in poetic clothing
as Tripod claws at my leathered skin
trying to erase the scars, captured in the lens
which mocks me – say cheese
A flashcube was an attachment used on a Kodak instamatic camera to create four consectutive flashes for photography. I'll tell you what an instamatic is next time. : )
And, the cat's name is Tripod because he only has three legs, duh. :)
Stephan Jul 2016


I was walking through
a beautiful forest
yesterday afternoon taking in
all of the wondrous colors
that nature has to offer.
Vibrant green leaves
were lush on the trees,
a bright blue summer sky
slipped through the
breeze flowing branches,
a multitude of brown tones
on the many varieties
of shrubs and plants
created a mosaic of patterns
beneath the majestic canopy above,
when I saw it, in a clearing,
drinking from a crystal clear
slow rippling brook,
it was an old deer,
a white tail I think
and then it dawned on me . . .
old deer rhymes with cold beer!
Coincidence?
I think not.
Ok, I know this is completely stupid but it was stuck in my head and I had to get it out somehow. So, here it is . . . I'm going to go have a beer.  : )

Oh, the title originally was "Poetic thirst" but I changed it hoping more people would read it.  ;)
Stephan Jul 2016


Harmonies caressed my heart
in soft serenades of
whispering concertos
on the strings of my deepest desires

Acoustic symphonies,
performed on a cappella breezes
in perfectly tuned emotions,
echoed upon my longing skin

Piano compositions
sprinkled with stardust
shimmered before my enchanted eyes
in ivory colored wishes

As my mind thought back to
something I had recently read,
“A smile is worth a million melodies”
finally understanding its meaning ~

for when she smiled, there was music . . .
the most beautiful I have ever heard
Inspired by a comment recently left on one of my poems
Stephan Jul 2016


When I can’t be with you
I close my eyes
so I can,
if just for a few moments
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