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Steve Anc Poem
Folks asked, “why do I write poetry?”
And I said,
“I write to keep my words to my father.
I write to keep my commitment to his words.
I write to inscribe his name on the stone of history.
I write to engrave his name above the grave.
I write to sketch his statue with care and commonsense.”
Folks ask, “what is poetry?”
And I said,
“Poetry is not to showcase,
Cause poetry is not showmanship.
Poetry is within,
Cause poetry is a piece of oneself.
Poetry is not a mark of shame,
Cause poetry could make way for fame.”
Folks ask, “when do you write poetry?”
And I said,
"Poetry is sometimes in the morning,
But poetry is not always mourning.
Poetry is sometimes in the evening,
Cause poetry is everything.”
Folks ask, “what have you earned from poetry?”
I said,
If money comes...
Though, poetry is not always about earning,
Cause poetry is a way of learning.
Poetry is not about figures,
Cause poetry is a fountain of joy unseen.”
Copyright © Steve Anc | Year Posted 2021
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Steve Anc Poem
Would you love to read the joy in poetry?
Would you pass poetry to the pit?
Or would you grant me the grace to write in defense of poetry?
If you picked “yes” on the second and fourth lines
Then...
Refresh your thoughts.
Refresh the world.
Refresh the sky.
Refill the air.
Pave paths for poetry
To read my new write...
In poetry, we hop around,
But it is not a futile romp.
Though some lines are heavy,
Hardly to wear them meaning;
Also hardly to write them off—
Because they are sort of traps,
And they make folks shudder.
I have seen folks nurse poetry as distress.
And Kinsmen king poetry as philosophy.
Children know it as not child's play.
Teenagers tilt their heads in discord.
Most minorities said not minor enough.
And the majority said not mainly for them
But poetry is mainly for us.
A poet does not write without reason.
He does not write without meaning.
Though some poets write for the rhyme, they make many murmurs.
But poetry marches deeper unto the soul:
It paints the darndest picture of woe.
It unveils the awful face of war.
It paints the earnest desire for love.
It paints the deepest agony ever felt.
It brightens the darkest face,
And gives the shattered heart the light to shine.
Copyright © Steve Anc | Year Posted 2022
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Steve Anc Poem
You don't have to see this:
You don't have to stress the eyes
Cause you won't understand
Yes!
You would not
You don't have to...
Nothing is wrong!
You don't have to read my poem
You will wither into my pain
Please don't read these lines
You could be caged in.
Please don't go further
Tears may freely roll
Eyes may freely swollen
Hearts may easily bleed
If you continue with this write
It may read the truth
Yes!
I said stop!
I have been accused
I have been depressed
I have been blamed
I have been chained
I have been bullied
Raped
Ignored
Used
Betrayed
Mostly for zero cause
I can feel your concern
Yes!
I can!
But you should not...
Life is funny
And I have seen it
You don't have to see that
You don't have to think that
Cause nothing is wrong
Do not worry
Do not think it
Do not stress it
I am fine
Forget the allegations
Forget the interrogations
Forget the accusation
I mean forget the...
I am fine
Nothing is wrong
Just let me be
I need to be alone
I need peace
I need rest
Please, leave me in the dark
I am fi... ??
Copyright © Steve Anc | Year Posted 2022
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Steve Anc Poem
Folks asked, “why do I write poetry?”
And I said,
“I write to keep my words to my father.
I write to keep my commitment to his words.
I write to inscribe his name on the stone of history.
I write to engrave his name above the grave.
I write to sketch his statue with care and commonsense.”
Folks ask, “what is poetry?”
And I said,
“Poetry is not to showcase,
Cause poetry is not showmanship.
Poetry is within,
Cause poetry is a piece of oneself.
Poetry is not a mark of shame,
Cause poetry could make way for fame.”
Folks ask, “when do you write poetry?”
And I said,
"Poetry is sometimes in the morning,
But poetry is not always mourning.
Poetry is sometimes in the evening,
Cause poetry is everything.”
Folks ask, “what have you earned from poeearned”
I said,
If money comes...
Though, poetry is not always about earning,
Cause poetry is a way of learning.
Poetry is not about figures,
Cause poetry is a fountain of joy unseen.”
Copyright © Steve Anc | Year Posted 2021
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Steve Anc Poem
Pray for me, brother;
There are words stuck behind my tongue
That I have carried in my heart,
For life can tire the tongue—
Because our moments for words are few.
The world does not welcome words, brother.
I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes,
Though no fault has ever been yours,
Because I am the creator of my own path.
My tired spirit has wept an ocean—
An ocean in a desolate land with ripples,
Perhaps to guide me through Jordan's stream,
Or to lead me in a world of sin and care.
Dear brother, pray!
I am tired of many 'afters'—
I gaze at the stars with a bitter sigh.
I wish I could articulate my fear
Even with my trembling tongue,
Because when I hear, "God is love,"
It feels like a lie.
Copyright © Steve Anc | Year Posted 2025
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