Best Stephen Poems
land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies
five urban colours
through unflinching eyes
tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play
smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day
sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes
strange brooding faces
and marionettes
people bent walking
with heads looking down
- if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town.
I'm the caretaker of a lonely lighthouse
On the edge of a small New England town
Not much here has ever happened
That is until Stephen came around
For weeks now I've been haunted
By the ghost of Stephen King
I'm quite sure that he is still alive
Which makes this very strange indeed
At first he wasn't doing much
Rattled chains, walked through walls like a normal ghost
Then Stephen discovered the roaming light
That I shine up and down the coast
Now his favorite pastime every night
Until the break of dawn
Is to make shadow puppets in the light
I don't have the nerve to tell his ghost it's wrong
Yes, Stephen loves his shadow puppets
On the jagged rocks below displayed
Butterflies and puppy dogs
Is Stephen's ghost's forte
But all the puppy dogs have monster heads
And the butterflies giant bat wings
I guess you just can't help yourself
When your the ghost of Stephen King
This light house is no longer lonely
Since Stephen Kings ghost did arrive
I'm still not sure how he does it
Since Stephen King is still alive
Steve works in a call center
to earn an honest bob
but some days he can't believe
the words that flow from some folks gob
They cus and curse
Then eff and blind -
you'd not believe your ears
and if he wasn't made of sterner stuff
he'd leave the room in tears!
I said to him when folks are rude
to remember the golden rule
Just imagine them sitting in the nude
that way you'll keep your cool!
So when they rant and scream and shout
He thinks of his meager pay
but still tries his best to sort them out
and ends the call with 'have a nice day'!
Posted with the kind permission of Stephen Pennell
10~16~16
Author Stephen King,
Writes stories that are shocking.
Horror is his claim to fame.
His books make nightmares fair game.
2013
Can you not see?
All the ducks inside your arm?
Did you think hotel paradise,
Came with no illusions attached?
Violins and rats
Rats and violins
Conductor in a white suite
Playing musical roulette
Slow motion squirrels a symphony
Dancing death on my head
Hotel paradise is the rats meow
Old couches and peeling paint
The evil Mickey mouse is really quite quaint
Oh Susanna sings in this hotel
Ethiopian Nelly checked out long long ago
Dear friends and gentle hearts
I pass on with 38cents in civil war notes
With 3 cents to spare
Bury me amongst the minstrel songs
Among quiet flowers gleefully listening
I have composed stately song
As I decompose, My epitaph shall say
Beautiful dreamer down below
I lie in my suitcase
Ships are made for sinking
Whiskey made for drinking
I am Stephen but who am I?
Form: Disjointed Double Verse
Can you guess who is Stephen?
Comedian and actor, Stephen Fry,
Brainbox host of quiz QI,
Considered a British comic treasure,
Spent his youth at her majesty's pleasure.
Have you seen the words of Stephen King?
Which reap from hell unspeakable things?
Horrors worse than death border your brain
And rob the mind of much needed sane.
“You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him— you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it.”
Acts 7:51-53
All who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at Stephen, and they saw that his face was like the face of an angel.
Acts 6:15
THE STONING OF STEPHEN
Before Stephen fell asleep, he gave a sermon.
It culminated into a bold accusation t’wards the leaders.
The Sanhedrin, with the high priest, would determine
The fate of this angel-face. They were breeders
Of contempt, accusing God’s man of blasphemy.
They were teeth-gnashers, stuffing their ears with glue,
indignant, jealous, furious. They would rob Stephen’s vitality.
This follower of Jesus is never alone, heaven’s in view:
“Look,” he said, “I see heaven open
and the Son of Man standing
at the right hand of God.”*
Clasping their ears, they rushed at him,
Yelling in full view of the glory of God, not
Seeing nor hearing, choosing their dim
View of life. It was evil they sought.
They snatched him, dragged him out of the city.
Were those chosen stones unearthed from hell?
Upon a saint of God, they took no pity.
They were underneath Satan’s spell.
This favored of God, they could not ignore.
A Sanhedrin bull in full vent with dust and smoke.
Truth will shake powerful men to the core.
Arms and legs like chariot spokes,
The high-horse pretenders lambast
the great orator with great force.
Stephen would soon meet the holy cast
Of forefathers…most importantly life’s source.
Another man is enthralled, also blind
To the goads he’s kicking at. He’s in his heyday,
a young man giving approval to death, the kind
of man Stephen prayed for in this way:
“Lord, do not hold this sin against them.”*
8/8/2021
*Acts (from the Bible)
Goodbye Stephen, you brightened our way
With lyrics that said what we couldn’t say,
With music that touched our spirit, our soul,
You picked us up broken, put us back whole.
In Memory of Stephen Sondheim
It’s not a bird, it’s not a plane
It must be Stephen Hawking's brain!
It’s big enough, it’s bold, it’s bright
It’s hurtling across the night
Towards an enigmatic hole
It’s Stephen Hawking! Bless his soul
The things that Stephen Hawking said
Went flying right above my head
The physics stuff, the quantum quips
Equations, tricky little slips
Of space and mass and gravity -
All mystery and math to me
And me and Hawking disagreed
‘The Bang!’ he said, I said ‘The Seed!’
And ‘God knows why or where or what!’
But he could prove stuff I could not
So, hat doffed to a geezer who
Knew more than just a thing or two
It’s Stephen Hawking! In the sky!
We watch his brain go flying by
A shining star! A scientist!
A twinkle-eyed ventriloquist!
And gone. Into a massive hole
Stephen Hawking. Rest his soul
© Gail Foster 14th March 2018
Form: Tanka
The age of friendship
Love and peace fused forever
The star signs aligned
Dawning of Aquarius
Flower powers hour arrived
New as we all begin this new endevaor
A journey to where heavens gate resides
Prepare yourself for some unfair weather
Once soul, mind and body or unified
Then the gates will reveal your heavenly treasure
The choice is really yours on what you decide
A mind altering and fracturing divergence
Our a peaceful and loving mind convergence
How come Stephen,
When do you forget defence?
Why don't you hack death with your golden boot?
Do not disappoint me,
Do not let me down Keshi,
Your crown is medal-made;
Roam not with lilliputians
Whose blazer is calico
Whose utensil is mud
Whose bread is shaft and husk
Whose shelter is raffia...
But dwell among the giants
Who parade st. Joseph street in damask
And pop wine in holy Michael Crescent.
There you truly belong,
Flaunt your crown among Moses and Elijahs,
Flirt among Marys and Maras.
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult,
You are the Kilimanjaro, who can headbutt?
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult;
When the woodpecker pecks all,
Does it also peck banana tree?
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult,
You are the anvil, which termite can consume?
No, I will not meet you in dream,
I will not meet you in trance and vision;
Because you gave all you had,
Our tryst shall be Paradise.
Till then and for now big boss:
Head to head, chest to chest, hand to hand;
Knuckle, knuckle, knuckle.
Auf Wiedersehen !
It's Halloween night, what's on T.V.?
Gory reruns is all that there be.
All of Stephen King's best
Being put to the test,
Vampires, Plymouths and Cujo I see.
An angry little girl starting fires
And Salem's Lot is full of vampires.
There's a self-mending car,
Aliens from afar,
Just feeding all our horror desires.
Stephen King is the master of shock.
To his movies the horror buffs flock.
When the King is around
Movie chills can be found.
Horror movies, they just make us gawk.
for John Freeman's Halloween limerick contest
Lighthouse
Sentinel
Mountainous seas roaring straight in your face
Where the clouds and the waves meet
The lighthouse stands defiant, man's sentinel
Mankind braves nature to save the fleet
Standing on her pedestal unwilling to relinquish
Her eternal roll to the frothing rages of the sea
The lion roars trashing its waves to extinguish,
But the watchtower refuses to buckle to bend the knee
The crashing wave wraps itself around
A fleeting hug from one of life's true bullies
Releases then returns cold to the touch
Treating man's attempts at defense as follies
Her shivering and drenched embodiment
Endures its deadly dark flooding wrath
Hindering navigating movements
Of sailor’s Guardian Angel’s path
Like lions waiting to be fed
The storm devours all in its way relentless wave length
Ignoring man's conceit as natures master
With Its ever growing powers and show of strength.
4/16/2016
By: Eve Roper Collaboration With Stephen Pennell
Stephen Hawking says we must colonize another planet
Or face extinction, sure hope we can manage it
That's quite a goal
For us human souls
The movers will make a large fortune, I submit