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Karl Stewart May 2011
when once again
I've found my friend
and together we share what's new

I thank my stars
as I've traveled far
I have a friend like you

for with my friend
time and again
I find we do agree

on many things
and what life means
it's eye to eye we see

arm in arm
at risk of harm
together we shall go

into the night
we go to fight
against our common foe

but if the end
does come my friend
still sweet it's taste will be

for I've laughed and lived
and fought and loved
beside a friend like thee
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
Giving Blessings
From His Own
The Giver gives
But remains unknown.

The masses ponder
upon his nature.
Yet cannot begin
To imagine his grandeur.

From where did he come?
Was he here at the start?
I can't comprehend Him
I'm just not that smart.

My faith is firm
Or that's what I say
But sometimes I wonder
Am I easily swayed?

With all of my doubts
I stumble along
I pray Him great praises
I sing Him great songs.

Not sure if He is
Not sure if He's not
I continue to pray
On Sundays, a lot.

Just hedging my bets?
Or playing along?
I'm not sure I believe
I'm not sure I belong.

I've seen many things
I could not explain
I've witnessed his greatness
Yet suffered great pain.

I want to believe
to be zealous and all
but He seems so big
And I feel so small.

Not sure I know
As I wander this way
I'm not sure what I've seen
I'm not sure what to say.

I have seen some blessings
I have witnessed some pain
I have seen his nature
but don't know his name.

Giving Blessings
From His Own
The Giver gives
But remains unknown.
went back and reread the original
thought it could be improved a little
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
as I sip cautiously
from this cup called life
I am aware of eyes upon me
sensing another's interest
I look up from my contemplations
to see nothing
no one there
must have been my imagination
it seems to play tricks on me
now and again
unknown and unnoticed
I wander my path alone
no one here but me
I sense others
but never manage to see them
sometimes I think they hear me
but then reality sets in
and I am once again
alone with my thoughts
safe in anonymity
I sip cautiously
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
in the evening as shadows come out from hiding
the whippoorwill calls in the night
ethereal haunting cries of loneliness
do I project? perhaps it's just a bird
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
Do you see me?
Do you really see me?
Everyone can see
just not the me that is me.

The me that I see
when looking inside
is not the same me
that others would spy.

The me that I know
and the me that I show
may be different sometimes.
It depends where I go.

I am not a chameleon.
I am not in disguise.
I just think it unsafe
and perhaps it's unwise,

To reveal who I am
till I know who you are.
It is personal to me
so I keep you quite far.

Till I know I can trust
in your kindess of heart.
I can't tell this at first.
I can't tell from the start.

I must know you quite well
before I will show
the me that's inside,
the me that I know.

But to those whom I know
I sometimes reveal
the me that I know,
the me that is real.

So if you see me
you still may not know,
if it's me that you see
or the me that I show.
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
No man is disconnected,
Alone by himself.
Each has a cell phone,
A part of the network.
If a tweet be lost into the ether,
Twitter is the less.
As well as if an update were.
As well as if a Facebook page of thine own
Or of thine friend's status were.
Each man's blog informs me,
For I am involved in social networking.
Therefore, text not to know
For whom the phone rings,
It rings for thee.
spin off from:
For Whom the Bell Tolls
(No man is an island) by John Donne
Karl Stewart Feb 2011
high up in the jubjub tree
the turtlefly hangs all day
wings made of shell give blazing speed
he flits where ever he may

unconcerned of falling down
he flies from branch to branch
and if he misses his perch just once
he bounces when he lands

but missing twice is not so nice
unless he spreads his wings
for bouncing is so ******* him
a cracked shell really stings

he makes his nest on fork-ed branch
and lines it all with fur
and decorates his jubjub tree
then sits and waits for her

his mate you see is not like he
but rather large indeed
she is the three-toed elephant
and can barely climb his tree

upon her back he lands so soft
she barely knows he's there
he walks up front to her great head
and never moves a hair

so when she hears his tiny voice
whispered in her ear
she thinks it is a thought of hers
and has not a thing to fear

he says come up and sit right here
upon our wedding bed
if only you would do as asked
I'd paint your toenails red

so up the tree she begins to climb
with visions in her head
of wedding bells and turtlefly shells
and toenails bright and red

forgot did she since she was three
she's had a fear of height
and grasping branches with her toes
she climbs up in the night

in the morning with sun's first light
the jubjub tree looks bare
with toes of red, she blends right in
you cannot tell she's there

her toes you see, resemble three
bright cherries in a row
unless she moves her ponderous bulk
the elephant does not show

she hides up in the jubjub tree
while turtlefly flits around
she holds so tight that from day one
she never goes to ground

so if you see, those cherries three
can you trust your eyes
is it cherries in the tree
or the elephant in disguise
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