Best Stephanie Poems

As we pass through life,
most of the people we meet
simply splash off us like raindrops,
ephemeral and inconsequential;
many become casual acquaintances,
very few become life-long friends.

Then there are those unique ones
we come to know who re-define
our chemistry, who deepen our perceptions,
our insights and our feelings, and help
us...

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Stef, born in New Zealand’s fine country, 
Moved to Canada aged 4 with her parents, 
Where she had a boating accident aged 9,
Which amputated her right foot for her life. 

She’s married to fellow Paralympian fast, 
Canadian wheelchair racer Brent Lakatos, 
And they both train...

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I sit and wait
The hands of the clock move slowly forward
Already five minutes late
What is the delay, maybe the car he borrowed
Has broken down, so I sit and wait.

He left my Mam and me
A new family for him these days
Supposedly he must come and see
That...

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A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012, 
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied, 
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics, 
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.

One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden...

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this is not what i wanted
this pain in my heart
all i do is wonder
is there pain in her heart
this dark cloud i'm under
follows me day and night
and there's something inside of me
screaming somethings not right
this is not lonliness 
but something new
this is how i feel
when...

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I remember you fading in a playground frenzy,
Like the love and hate
Scribbled in the washroom stalls.
You wore a purple velvet hat
In September's warm glow,
And the same jacket as me;
Black with coloured flowers,
A zipper that always seemed to stick.

Young eyes squinting in the orange light of...

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I know not of this feeling, that dwells inside my breast
This bittersweet sensation that will not let me rest.

It started with a smile you threw one day when you passed by
And lingers long beyond that time, and I'm not sure why

I know a lot of...

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there is no one like Stephanie
she must be God’s epiphany
not only did he break the mold
he forged her heart of solid gold

More lovely than a sunburst with hair of fiery red
How radiant, how beautiful, how dear cannot be said
Her big green eyes can hypnotize like...

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My never ending
     search for whatever
     this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
     write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
     staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"

  ...

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Victorious , crowned  by your very name
Honoring your name each and every day
With your kindness you live up to the fame

If you fail you will never avoid the blame
You will pick yourself up and find a way
Victorious , crowned  by your very name

Humble,...

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Just after diagnosis with MS, 
Stephanie took injections, 
Beta interferon injections, 
Which saw her to Beijing. 

She was originally, in the past, 
A British team swimmer, 
A really good swimmer, 
So she continued on in the Paras. 

2010 and the World Champs, 
Held in the...

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I'm all alone in a dark alley.
I wish to be in a green valley
where people live within
instead of a cold dark alley.

But in real life,
I'm all alone in the night.
All cold and sad.
It's all bad and I'm mad.

It's all dark and scary.
I wish I had...

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Oh, I can’t believe who I now see.
Is that really you my dear Stephanie?
You have changed so much in such a short time.
Right now, you appear absolutely sublime!

Remember that jerk in our high school homeroom?
He was the one who always called you “Boom-Boom”.
He kept saying...

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I walk alone 
in The City of Stone
Head down
Heartbroken
This path well known
Chaotic thoughts
abound in my mind
Trying so hard 
to remember better times

Memories haunt me still 
Though I try to let go
My feet leave a lonely 
path as I walk in the snow
My Queen lays quiet...

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(This is a fictional poem)

Last week I felt great fear.
I met Erin Moran and Stephanie Weir.
Erin starred in Happy Days and Stephanie starred in Mad TV.
They joined forces and beat the hell out of me.
They whooped me because I accidentally called them Stephanie Weird and...

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