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 Aug 2011 raen
John Stevens
Here I stand so shaky, as I begin to walk
Learning from Mom, learning to talk.
The examples I see will shape my way
The decisions I make, will shape my day.

Here I stand to begin, in life’s early hour
I’ll test the limits, I’ll test my power.
In the terrible twos, the decisions to come
Are made by the hand, and shaped by Mom.
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Here I stand at the dawn, the edge of the day
With decisions to make and prices to pay.
The choice is mine and mine to make
The decisions I choose will make or break.

Here I stand a teen in the prime of life
A time of joy, a time of strife.
I stand at the crossroad as I start these years.
There is the road of honor, the road of tears.
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Here I stand to choose again and again.
Do I choose to loose or do I choose win.
One road I see will cause me pain.
The other I see will grant me gain.

Here I stand at a crossroad, to choose this hour
The choice I make is in my power.
To choose the wrong or choose the right
I will set my course, I will set my plight.
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Here I stand as I marry, the Love of my life
Become one with her, to be my wife.
The vows we say, the promise we make
Are made forever, we will not break.

Here I stand by my Love, our daughter’s first hour
Now Mother and Father, with our delicate flower.
The example she sees, the example I live
Is the greatest gift, a Father can give.
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Here I stand at the bedside, my mother’s last hour.
She withstood the storms, of time and its power.
Though times were rough, she withstood the test
Her love sustained me, she gave me her best

Here I stand in awe of the example she set
Of truth and honor, I’m in her debt.
The decisions she made were examples to me
Helped mold my life, in what I could be.
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Here I stand as the evening, of life draws near
I’ve tried to follow the paths found dear
Paths of love and honor, from examples I see
From those before me, that I strive to be.

Here I stand did I, make the right choice?
Did I follow the loud or the still small voice?
For I now understand, the power of love
It’s the power given by the God above.
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Here I stand to survey my life today
I began and will end, on the edge of the day.
The choices I made, He was always near
His Grace and Mercy has brought me here.

Now I kneel in His presence the race is run
His grace has sustained me, the journey is done.
He brought me through, the dusk, the night
To a brand new day, what a wonderful sight.
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© ( 1-19-2001- John L. Stevens)
This is my life as I come to the end of the poem.

I began and will end on the edge of the day. Now June 2014. Made it 13 more years since written.
 Aug 2011 raen
v V v
In the midst of daily living
  random worlds collide
not every day
but often
my mind will drift
to a dreamlike state,
lost in the heat of burning years.

Today for example
I watched my daughter graduate.
She crossed the stage diploma in hand,
yesterday a pudgy cheeked toddler
with untamed curls and phlegmy laughter.

The years in-between? Smoke.
Smoldering fading fire.
Lingering scent.
Such is life.
Naivety is for the young.
It dissipates with age.

Another example tonite
my wife and I went to dinner,
her children went with us to celebrate.
A surprise party with nothing but smiles,
while yesterday I lived alone and without love
in a hateful and bitter place.

Smoke.
Smoldering fading fire.
Lingering scent.

A journey through the mind
like a field general re-living scenes of war,
he'll take his guilt to the grave
where there should be only glory.

Laughter brings me back.
She smiles at me.
She knows where I have been.
She has seen a different fire.

The irony of the moments is stark.

Bittersweet morning hugs,
tears and congratulations.
Comfortable laughter tonight,
love and appreciation.

What a spinning day of varied emotion,
a collision
of the lives I’ve lived,
orchestrated by a cosmic eye.

Nothing is random.

the best I can do
is take whatever comes my way.
Open the cage of time,
shoo the wings of worry away.
There is only today.

I'm still learning to live with stinging eyes
and see through the dissipating smoke.

The dissipating smoke of the burning years.
 Mar 2011 raen
Jessie
One day,
I made a flip book out of sticky notes.

It was about a stick man who
shoots himself with an
ink pen pistol
and bleeds all over the
imaginary floor.
I named it
"Goodbye"
.


When I played with the book
I found that it was easier to flip the pages
backwards
because the pages kept
skipping and sticking.

So now,
the story is about
a man who is laying
dead on the ground, when
suddenly!
he raises from the ground!
and a bullet from out of
NOWHERE
flies through the air
and through the gaping holes
in his bleeding head,
patching up his wounds,
and landing safely
into the
pistol

"Hello."
 Dec 2010 raen
jeannine davidoff
the strangest tears
i ever cried
were like waterfalls
sliding along from the corner of my eye
across the brim
letting go
learning to fly
making simple requests
© jeannine davidoff 2010
 Dec 2010 raen
John Stevens
Broken
 Dec 2010 raen
John Stevens
Broken Child
Broken Home
Broken Parents
Broken Lives

Broken Promises
Broken Vows
Broken Love
Broken Future

Broken...


When will it ever end?
The one that follows this is called "Unbroken"

11-17-2010
 Dec 2010 raen
John Stevens
Reconciled Love
Promises Kept
Self Faded
Vows Restored
Committed Lives
Stable Home
Child Loved
Unbroken Love
Un-broken Child
Un-broken...
(c)11-18=2010
"Broken":  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/broken-23/
 Dec 2010 raen
Flower Scent
Brushing cheek to cheek

On the edge of white puffed clouds

amongst waltzing stars
Haiku
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