Short Step Too Far Poems
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words too
familiar
or too remote
defeat the purpose of which,
he wrote
was his
hidden
enigma
a step too far,
if no-one could open
his jar
Inspired by Johnson's famous dictum
All I ask for
is to unloose the tongue
believing it won’t block
among people bar none
A social gathering
is a step too far
where you are not wanted
feeling you have a scar
Indeed scarred you are
socially unable to compete
what is your future?
sitting alone in your back seat
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Strum on my wrecked nerves 'til I faint
cuffed and connected to your pick;
I'll be the oil on your guitar
hitting your pulse points with my gasp;
Left with need I'll have no complaint
except when the encore's a trick;
That just takes it a step too far.
like your hand on a broken clasp;
Turning you on with my desire,
becoming the craving you rasp.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A WORDS WORTH
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
| Year Posted 2010
Don't invite a statue to your party.
Don't mess with beings made of stone.
Frail mortals are much more hearty,
so keep safely to weak flesh and bone.
Don Juan, that notorious rake,
seduced ladies, we know, by the score.
No loaf would he let overbake.
He had no time for morals and law.
His wickedness led to perdition.
He took many a step too far.
He bet on his deathbed contrition,
which at last just fate would debar.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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I love you.
And because I do, I want to say I’m sorry,
Not for the sins I may have committed, but for who I am.
Unknowingly, I’ve slowly suffocated you—
Smothered you with attention, and not for your benefit but mine.
And though my heart may not stop to think about my actions, my brain does,
Sending warning after warning, when I may step too far.
And there’s only one answer why neither my brain, nor my heart can stop.
It’s because—
I love you.
Lines crossed cannot be uncrossed
For this no eraser exists
You read my words and imagine yourself there
You there in her place
Yet her place is my place
We are inseperable
Where she ends I begin
When she cries
tears fall from my eyes
When she smiles
my teeth are revealed
As she breathes
my chest rises and falls
My words not meant to cause pain
so I step back
I do not want you to step too far
I do not wish you to fall
Please step back
before you cross the line
A smile fades
as the stars they realign,
An angel, dark angel
retracing a forgotten line.
She shuts her eyes
and the world dissapears,
A wounded eye opens,
to corrosive lovely fears.
Her mind begins to wonder
as the smoke rises in the air,
A single step too far
and they all begin to care.
A breath cut short
as the memory slips away,
Solitude in silence
is her lesson for today.
A smile now forgotten
As the stars they realign,
Angel, dark angel
Her hell is now mine.