Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Hello, Operator?

Fuzzy brain fumble
through the mist
and
fog

Sun up
sun down
doesn't matter
it's just smog

Waiting 
a whole lifetime and 
then some
For what?

To 
become

Not me.
Never me.

I'm not here
Do you hear?
Call back later
when the air
is clear.



Tuesday, November 28, 2017

His eyes were like saucers
A moon inside a sun
The night that was full of turmoil
After we both saw
Apollo
punch the universe.

Sunday, November 26, 2017



Hope is the thing with feathers  
That perches in the soul,  
And sings the tune without the words,  
And never stops at all,  
   
And sweetest in the gale is heard;          
And sore must be the storm  
That could abash the little bird  
That kept so many warm.  
   
I've heard it in the chillest land,  
And on the strangest sea;         
Yet, never, in extremity,  
It asked a crumb of me.

Friday, November 24, 2017

In the sweet years
I hid under the tree
the leaves' canopy
sheltering me

From the loud ones

The haunted house
far away
the words of disappointment 
didn't touch me that day

I got lost in words
on pages of adventure
it felt like freedom
that was the clincher

I didn't want to leave
my sheltering tree
but no one ever cared
after all, I was just
me.


Monday, November 13, 2017

Suddenly
It was just us two
we
me and you

Where are we going from here?

You promised me
when you were defending my sea
and I promised you
forever, too.

Where are we going from here?

Transition
Tradition
It's an odd situation
Butterflies
Fireflies
They are now scattered
in the wind

Where are we going from here?

Suddenly
It was just us two
we
me and you

Where are we going from here?



Wednesday, November 8, 2017

In the house of the girl
named after the sky
 It's the quiet house
on the inside

                                           photo courtesy of BusinessInsider.com

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Thought


His mouth is full of snot
Oozing onto everything
shot
from the womb of a racist babboon
To look down on the have nots

Who do you think you are?

Don't you know
that you're a figurehead
You're all for show
To ease the peasants' woes
but they don't know

Who do you think you are?

You want to control my state?
Wait
You want to control the senate?
You aren't even close to being in it
But, you think you are king
In the global ring

Who do you think you are?

You think you have won
While you twitter away
But, we see who runs
when the rabbit comes to collect
the
carrot.

-Stephanie Stebbins