Best Steven Poems
S o perfect for me in every way,
T hank God for you everyday;
E verything about you is pure,
V ain and sometimes insecure;
E njoyed is my time spent with you,
N ever will I say we’re through.
I wanna go to a poetry cafe....
In a pink beret and two giant earrings
Sporting a very serious intelligent expression which is obviously not my own
So ill borrow it from some super being like Steven Fry
Just for the night (he can sit at home looking daft, looking me)
As i fly into the realms of fantasy
Stood in all my regalia, pink floral wellies and beige checkered hacking jacket
Purple courderoys
Spilling my beans
My limited means of getting my
Very
Unimportant
Point across.....
Whilst
The avante guarde and Mrs Bohemian nod and shake
As my word snake slithers from my agile tongue
The one which spits bile
the one which wreaks havoc when im just being mum
I wanna watch the candles flicker and smoulder
With a man bag over one shoulder
Chuffing
One
Giant Havanna cigar
Peace man, way out, too far.......
I wanna travel triumphant on the train
Back home again
Resting my feet on the opposite seat
(just because its wrong)
Leaning drunken pon my wonky umbrella
Singing that most annoying song
'Pardon me Sir..... is that the cat hoo chewed me new shoes? '
Whilst bemused commuters gaze on
Why ever not!
Cause Im a whimp...thats why
As a comic book artist, his look
was quite frail until Rogers then took
a powerful serum.
Bad fellows now fear him.
He fights crime now. No writing a book!
May 31, 2022
for Robert James Liguori's Captain America Poetry Contest
Golden sincere guitar player
Serious musical slayer
True love lightening bolt stayer
Strong diligent brave man
Kiss bare neck hit a new layer
I love more than I plan.
For Rime Coulee Contest
Autumn Ehrhardt
Your films have fascinated
Fans of all ages and left us all
With jubilant smiles.
We filled the theatres
After waiting in lines that stretched for miles.
You scared us to pieces with a mechanical shark
And thrilled us to no end with Indy's quest for the Ark.
You captured our hearts
With an alien left behind
And opened our eyes to dinosaurs vs. mankind.
You moved us to tears with Schindler's plight
And made us look at the beaches of Normandy in a harsh new light.
From Drew to Dakota
And from Harrison to both Toms,
You have directed the best with aplomb.
Your success is a tribute
To your gift as an artist with film as your canvas.
We eagerly await Indy's next globe trotting quest
With a fedora and an atlas.
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
Steven heard his hot neighbor’s unstable,
but he said, “Come for lunch today, Mable.”
Sexy words from her mouth
caused a stirring down south.
They enjoyed more than lunch on the table.
February 5, 2020
Contest: Your Best New Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Landscape
Bright
Art
White
Sierra rights
Expression
Bleeds freedom
When we are free to fly
Lofty are the white skies
Lest we forget
Always remember
i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing
peek-a-boo with my soul
i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac
i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands
i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls
i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die
Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this place.
There lies O'Riely, without a face.
Coopers' leg still on the hill.
He feels the pain in that leg; still.
The Bravest one of all.
Sargeant Farhnom, Five foot tall.
Carrying wounded to a safety trench.
Back and forth, through a deadly stench.
Dedicated to Sargeant Stephen Farhnom and VietNam Vets.
Inspired by the Contest; " World of War: Vietnam "
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Honorable Mention
Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy.
A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy.
Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was twenty-one.
He was little, too scrawny, he lacked muscles. “Just hand me a gun!”
Comic book writers Jack Kirby and Joe Simon pondered what to do.
They wanted to make him a superhero, and they worked on it too.
They arranged for Army general Chester Phillips to make his day.
He enlisted Steven in the super soldier project, right away.
As Captain America, Steven would have super human strength too.
Terrific at martial arts and hand to hand combat, a durable guru.
He would have outstanding stamina, durability, intelligence and speed.
Kirby and Simon ran with their idea, creating a fine comic indeed.
Captain America faced enemies in Japan and Nazi Germany.
His sidekick Bucky was as proud of him as he could ever be.
The first Captain America comic came out in March of 1941.
Captain America punching Adolf Hitler sold a million copies, fun!
Written 5-19-2022
Contest: Captain America
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
To My Brother, Steven.
I barely stopped and thought about,the way we used to be
But now I find and realise,how special you are to me.
You used to try to look out for me,because you are my brother
And I don't think,that in this world,that there could be another...
So loving and so caring,so protective and so true
As what I had found in you.
You'd pick me up,when I was down,
And when you were not certain;
You'd look and search,and try to find,thae part of that was hurting.
Then when you'd see,that you could make the pain in me go away
You'd crack a joke,and make me laugh,and hope I'd stay that way.
I hurt you sometimes badly,and said things,that were't true
But my brother,I just want for you to know,I really do love you.
So I'm saying that I'm sorry,and asking to put it in the past,
And let's be brother and sister again,and be happy together at last.
By Sharon.L.Leonard. 26th,July,2007.
O the depth of language, all of them, Hebrew
most of all, as we go to the Psalms
Where David (and Moses, less often) drew
Daring pictures of El Shaddai, Yah, in warmth
And Justice, Judgment and Mercy: CHESED
That is why I pray for Kings; by THE KING I am led!
David Rees began to dive into Hebrew
As I had done with Sanskrit scores of summers ago
In the Psalms, Hebrew Poetry and metaphor show,
JESUS hidden as "salvation in Yah," named YESHUA!
O since the 90s, I have been on Psalms 90 on
my LORD in grace showers shalom & lesson upon lesson
Abide in Him; behold Him, as we do with lovers
Just to stare and meditate... ruminate on Him
Who would love a worm like me to die in my place
But more: we will reign with Him, live in a mansion
He has gone to prepare (John 14), but will return
For the Bride, the One Church, all who accept salvation
Big blue eyes, a warm soft smile.
A loving heart is what he shows.
Underneath his coy facade,
is a sad child I really know.
He tries to act as if things don't matter,
But a lonely boy is what I see.
He has more worldly knowledge,
than a child of just sixteen.
Ripped from the safety of home,
from such an early age.
Has given him emotions he never knew.
Loneliness, heartbreak, sadness and rage.
Though this has taken it's toll on him,
He hasn't let it get him completely down.
He has an outlet, he's an artist at heart.
This helps those feelings drown.
Through his drawings and his words,
comes a man all on his own.
Who could have thought,
through words a boy now stands alone.
He has learned more through this,
than life has taught him before.
I love my nephew Steven,
all the way to the core!
Vendors ready,
About an hour til start,
Year plus of prep,
It's no walk in the park
Creative drive in full speed,
Every situation plants a seed,
Networking channel in high demand,
Without it small guys fall in quick sand
Alive with the childhood glow
Proud of their fleets, it's shows,
Displays plotted to attract consumers
One showcase highlights Honeymooners,
The goal is to break even,
No instructions, just play the game Steven..