Stead Poems - Poems about Stead

The Folly of Buzz and Blur

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You whirl, you whir, a sparkler with no plan.
A frantic rush, chasing all you think you can.
Each flip is fragile, fleeting, never really sown.
A scatter gun feast, that leaves you all alone.

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The day i came and went

...For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry...

Thrill of Late Summer

...The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.

Th...

My crimson devotion

...He was a canvas...a beautiful sight,
An expanse of white, so pure and bright.
Not like the moon that graces the night,
Nor like the clouds that drift in flight
Unlike anything else... but like a ...

Truth of my lies

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For what charge is this you lay at my feet?
For what misdemeanour or untruth did I afore commit?
Did I steal, did I lie and some innocence fall in my stead?
Did I indeed do much worse and is som...

Balloon Head

...Love Always Goes To My Head.

But(t)... I'm Sure It's Nothing I Said.

The Troubledest Scoundral

The World Has Ever Bled...

'Cause I Fell In Love With A

Fantasy Loving Endlessness...

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Summer Passing

...Impossible beauty, summer in swell,
Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around;
Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well,
I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound.
Heaven surrounds me, but ...

Victorian Christmas Eve

...There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh!
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a bla...

Struggle of Being a Lady

...Her beauty turned to malison and woe, 
As ladies, envious, scorn her radiant face, 
Their hearts, inclined to rivalry, bestow,
A bitter enmity, her charm’s disgrace. 

The world casts down her f...

The Mirror’s Gentle Truth

...When you stand before the mirror so still..
Do you count the years, against your will?
Trace each line like a fading chart..
And mourn the youth that did depart?

But what if mirrors told the ta...

A Word

...A word can be kind
A word can be hateful
A word can be cruel
A word can be grateful

A word can be whispered
A word can be shouted
A word can be screamed
A word can be written.

A word can ...

Filled by the Holy Spirit

...My soul is lifted out of my mind.
In its stead—
filled by the Holy Spirit,
guided in silence by its breath...
like an angry wind held still
above a river born of crashing falls,
with a tooth th...

The Rim Remembers

...I drank coffee from your cup—
still warm where your mouth had pressed,
the rim embossed
with your lower lip’s faint crest.

Now rust stains every silver spoon,
fingers drum restless rhythms
on...

I Sleep Inside Your Head

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[Verse I]
Thou knowest not the breadth of me,
Though I have dwelt where shadows creep.
Each night I rise without a sound,
To haunt the ground where thou dost sleep.

[Verse II]
Thine eyes, o...

Path of Contemplation a Song

...I walked a long path today. Off in the woods nearby.

My dogs walked with me, and took side trails on the
sly.
 
A little trail becomes a deer trail, through the
eucalyptus and pine

The oxal...

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