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  Feb 2015 John Stevens
Shruti Atri
We live under the sun,
Its brightness warming us,
Leading us to every other minute,
One moment at a time;
It casts our shadow on the wall.
But in every moment we live,
We forget.
The shadows, they lengthen till dusk,
And vanish in the dark.
And we don't miss our shadow,
We don't remember.
That gentle touch that didn't leave a mark,
But marks our existence in the light...


Just as we don't always remember,
The gentle love shared with us
In a stranger's smile.
A smile, which with a helpful hand,
Lifts us up and tells us we were seen.
*A gentle touch that doesn't leave a mark,
But acknowledges our existence in this busy, busy world...
John Stevens Feb 2015
The day arrived
Little Lucy all decked out.
Bunch of big guys
And little girls
On the floor
Of the valentines dance.
People galore.
Four four music
In
Ten ten little girl style.
Two hours is
Not
Long
Or is it?
The fun began
Sometimes I picked her up
Twirling us around.
Not very fast of course
Or we would go down.
She had fun
And so did I
Next year we will
Give it another try.

Sure glad I had
Taken two pain pills.
Granddaughter and
Papa dance
What a memory.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1058527/my-valentine/
John Stevens Feb 2015
Sunshine comes in many forms.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
That which comes up in the morning
and goes down at night.
And little girls who
are Momma's De-light.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
She rises in the morning
sometimes cloudy,
sometimes bright,
but always Momma's De-light.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
Sometimes she rains tears
torrential they may pour
but comforted by the voice
of the One who loves her so.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
Sometimes she shines bright
the warmth of hugs and smiles.
Love overflowing in the heart,
it's all Momma's De-light.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
Love is forever and always
whether its stormy or bright.
Love covers all situations
For all is Momma's De-light.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
Sunshine's  Eyes and Smiles
Light up the world around her.
Creating more smiles in their eyes
when first they did find her
    -  -  -  -  -  -
When Momma's day is gloomy
Sunshine arrives with much to say
with happy stories, hugs and smiles
to brighten up the cloudiest day.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
When Sunshine goes to bed
it usually can be said
Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam
when energy's gone, time to dream.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
Eyes close and all is well
in Sunshine Land I do tell.
Momma's De-light in peaceful sleep
The day is over, it will keep.
    -  -  -  -  -  -
She is after all
Momma's Sunshine.

02-11-15 (c)
John Stevens
Originally written for Grandma
Changed for my daughter
And granddaughter.
John Stevens Feb 2015
Paddy Martin passed this way
He left a mark. Here to stay.
Of a life well lived. Every way.
He is not forgotten to this day.

He sat on a rock in his garden
thinking of days gone by.
Of the days left.
Which were short.
Peace be with you Paddy.
Thank you Paddy for the mark you left on this world. It is visible and not forgotten.


http://hellopoetry.com/-the-paddy-martin-fellowship/
John Stevens Jan 2015
Love is patient,
love is kind.


It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.


It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.


Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.


It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,*
always perseveres.


*Love never fails.
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The above is very old
And
Has never changed
-------------
Love is not lust.
Love carries you through
The difficult times.
There is
Faith
Hope
and
Love
To complete your life.
The greatest of these
Is LOVE

Without Love
I am nothing.
What better
For Valentines Day
John Stevens Jan 2015
On the way home after school Lucy 5 said.
"Guess what. There is a daughter father dance coming up for daughters and fathers (pause) and papas. "
"I can't dance. " said the papa.
"That is ok. Just follow me." Said the granddaughter.

I take her in my arms
Twirl around.
It won't be long and
there will be a time
when all I can twirl
Is the memories in my mind.
Until that time
All the aches and pains will not
Stop me.
John Stevens Jan 2015
(c) 01-25-15
The cold has come
What once was green , now brown.
The air is cool
Promise of Spring to come.

Boys are gathered
Practice begins
for the games
to see who wins.

The ball is passed
Ball aloft at last.
Through the hoop
the points are cast.

They finesse the ball
as they pass and trick.
To out wit the opponent
as the clock does tick.

They win they lose
this season thus far.
Led by great coaches
has been better than par.

When the games are done
whether lost or won.
It is all in the fun
As they have a great run.
Basketball is upon us. The bleachers are hard but the fun is great.

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Version called "Baseball"
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1583323/baseball/
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