Short Steve Poems
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Something to know about Steve
He was born lacking some teeth
But he is proud
Of his shiny smile
Compliments of golden fillings
There once was a boy named Steve
who was always asked to leave,
for he'd let his snot drip,
dislodge it with a flip,
then wipe his nose on his sleeve.
Oh how I miss you Steve, and I know you're not there
Never was a man so kind or one who gave such care
I hope one day to see you and know that you are fine
but selfishly I miss you, Sweet, Dear, Good Friend Of Mine!
By Angeline Star
Eve came every night from the base
her green hair and pink shoes a disgrace
No one noticed her lack of mammory glands
and instead saw her round end and full lips
they just thought she liked big man hands.
In the Eagles backfield, he could gain a lot of ground.
Not many players as talented were ever found.
He led a formidable offensive attack.
Speed and agility were the qualities of this running back.
I just learned recently his soul is heaven bound.
RIP Steve Van Buren
(1920-2012)
My friend Steve is a purple turtle,
He is my oldest friend.
His large house makes him hurkle,
no, Steve will never hurtle.
He has a family, they too are purple,
I am an elephant, but they let me into their circle.
We walk a lot, I stomp and he hirples,
We are friends forever, me and my purple turtle.
Dated - 17.01.2019
Is it too much to ask
that they should be allowed to prove God’s gift of infinite variety
in human love?
I do not seek that all should understand,
less forgive;
but surely heed man’s common command,
“live and let’s live”.
And if the greatest lovers mind divine,
further can move,
who had himself in all natures,
even theirs.
Love and let them love.
so many doors to open
so many to close
which one you'll pick
no one ever knows
were all given the tools
some get the setting
turn any handle
and live without regretting
philosophies soft spoken
but heard so loud
some push you to the fires
others to the clouds
the trails are set
possibilities infinite
so open you awaiting door
and take a step into it
Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?
Your hair moves in the wind like the ocean waves.
Your eyes sparkle like two shining stars in the sky.
Your smile can light up the deepest, darkest caves.
Your voice can comfort a baby who wants to cry.
These are a few of the things that I think about,
When sitting alone in the dark and quiet night.
You’ll be lucky in love, of that there’s no doubt.
When you find it, hold on to it with all your might.
You’re always my first thought when I wake up each day,
Whether times are rough, or they seem like paradise.
When I need it most, you always know what to say
And you always bless me with wonderful advice.
But, I don’t know what I will do after you’re gone.
That first day will be different from the others.
Just know that my first thought will continue each dawn
To be loving memories of you, dear mother.
Steve Jeltz, you did something great.
You hit a home run from both sides of the plate.
Both home runs were hit during the same game.
That was your one great moment of fame.
Today, we have just about forgotten your name.
Steve played shortstop for the Phillies.
It was only for a few seasons in the eighties.
Not too many switch-hitting shortstops can be found.
You filled in adequately while you were around.
A man who made Youtube videos has died.
On April 16, 2020, Steve Cash committed suicide.
He made "Talking Kitty Cat" videos.
All of his fans hated to see him go.
Steve suffered from a mental disorder and sadly, so do I.
He was Bipolar and everybody is having to say goodbye.
He died because of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
He was only forty and the world lost him too soon.
(Dedicated to Steve Cash who died on April 16, 2020.)
STEVE AND A PUNK
screaming in the street
three of us had to pull
him down to the
ground
where he lay
hole in the head
from a hot metal
gun
the cold was brutal
his blood was warm
we stared at him as
if he were some
rare flower
blooming red
puddles of
petals
Misty…
she ran away
Steve lit a
cigarette
and gave it to
a punk
diminishing perspectives
blowing peripheral minds
© Kim van Breda—30 November 2015
Watching you, I learned what it meant to really teach,
And I loved your class with all of my heart.
You showed me that all of my goals are within my reach.
In my everyday life, you still play a small part.
I think of you often, and of the things that you taught me.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost twenty years.
Whether in English class or the school plays, I could see
There were many students who held you in their hearts so dear.