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Best Stephen Long Poems

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Buds

Buds on the elm trees.
Weather is getting warmer.		
Soon there will be leaves.


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Breaking Confidentiality

I saw the sky last night,
Rapt blue-black,
Freckled candle-light.
Where upon a cast, I ate.
To this lip, our tête-à-tête,
Never uttered,
Never muttered,
Until here.


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To Have A Rainbow

I need you, like I need the sunlight.
I want you, like I want for spring.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s you’re my everything,
Wonderful. Colorful.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.

I need you, like I need the daybreak.
I want you, like I want for love.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you rise above,
Majesty…Symmetry.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.

You and me,
Faultlessly,
Wandering like the wind,
Playing in the tempered sky.
Breezily. Merrily.
We laugh the laugh of three,
Whenever rain-clouds pass us by.

I need you, like I need the moonlight.
I want you, like I want for fall.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you’ve got it all.
Easy-street, can’t compete.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.


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That's Love

“That’s Love”  [2008]

Press your hips to me,
Press your fantasy,
Let your hands become,
Welcomed company.
Send your perfumed hair,
Flying everywhere,
Touch the hard of me,
Push that ecstasy.
That’s love.
That’s love.

Oh, with lips divine,
Press them onto mine,
Let your eyes reveal,
That what’s yours is mine.
I can see that you’re,
Built for making sure,
Ev’ry part of thee,
Pushes that ecstasy.
Oh, love.
Sweet love.

Pull it close to me,
Swing it recklessly,
Press your luck with me,
Push that ecstasy.
Your pudding I approve,
How you make it move,
Press it all to me,
Push that ecstasy.
That’s love!


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Changing of the Guard

Into the early morning.
Into the unlicked gray.
Just before the ceasing night.
Before the stirring day.
There between the future-past,
Among that ‘shifting-tide’.
Into the early morning,
When night and day collide.


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Songbird Erotica

—Songbird Erotica—

There with the grassy-green beneath her,
There with the fair blue, sky, so above,
Along the fingers of some valley,
See how she fits just like a glove.

Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings.

There with the sunset on the horizon,
There with the shadows setting in,
Beside a sea of polished silver,
See how she holds herself to the wind.

Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
Yes, she can be caught out in the open,
Soars as she flirts about the scene,
And right before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings,
And then she sings,
Then she sings,
Ah she sings.

s.d. Long  © July 2011


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Song of an Unseen Bird

In a thin-skinned lifeboat,
On the waves of love,
With the cold blue below,
And the hot sun above,
Sits a soul softly rowing,
Like the wings of a dove.
As the heat of sweet resistance,
Echoes hard with pure insistence,
Then, in the midst, a sound is heard,
Of the song of an unseen bird.


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The Tale of Nelumbo nucifera

Water-lily,
Floating on the ice-blue sea,
Away from your homeland.
Leaving thin, red, trails as you go.
Steering among the foreign, black-seal-dotted icebergs.
Electric-white lightening flashing,
And the chill of the Arctic winds,
Bombarding from all directions.
As you long for,
The lily-pad life,
Its comfort and kinship,
Now, but a past possession.
I, do, too.
Let us stiffen our lips,
Tighten our collars,
And dream.


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Closest to Home

After the leaves have fallen
When great bands of crows,
Fly overhead, cawin’
And flowers (it may be said)
Have tucked themselves into bed
That’s when I feel the breath
Of life on the back of my neck
And a notion rings deep in my soul
That all things are part of the whole
Yes, that’s when my love is its strongest
Yes, that’s when I’m closest, to home.


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Beneath That Splendid Tree

Beneath that splendid-tree,
I've written many pages,
Of people, places, things
Of different traits and ages.
And, beneath that splendid-tree,
I'd hummed a slew of tunes,
And swat a lot of flies,
And gazed on many moons.
Yes, beneath that splendid-tree,
Something very 'wondrus' grew.
For beneath that splendid-tree,
I fell-in-love with you.


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