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Best Poems Written by Stephen Allen

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Fall the Night

Fall the night upon me dark
Naked born this journey embark
Of friend or foe as yet unknown
Time will tell in deeds be shown

In shadow times when virtue fades
Within a soul love does degrade
All around in greed and pain
A girded heart with taut refrain

Fall the night upon me dark
Tend this weak eternal spark
Battle scarred and scarlet stain
Upon this hallowed ground remain

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In Babbling Brooks

The flow of time and I but a stone in the current

Upstream I cannot know,

Downstream but a memory.


Piece by piece I am worn,

To the past I become,

A shadow of what went before.


But I stem the flow, life's blood,

Staunch and strong,

Present in this single moment.


Stoic

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Archer

Tension on fingers, drawn to face,
Eyes ahead, judging time and space.

A life in the balance, measured and weighed,
A breath no longer, will be taken this day.

Smooth release, as fingers relax,
Shaft accelerates, flash in time, looking back.

Heart of antiquity, a soul of eternal light,
Air through feathers, guided by ancestral sight.

One single shot, in this senseless time,
Remembered connections, awaken and we find.

That which once was, will always be,
The flight of an arrow, released and free.

(Stoic)

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Early Days

Early Days

The highchair beside the kitchen door
my domain, vantage point of my world
on the linoleum checker board floor
I played until my knees were sore

The center of the world to me
I learned to know as my mother
cooked and cleaned while I was free
to grow into what I might be

A world consisting of black and white
as appropriate as the days television
images remembered vivid and bright
raised by my mother in love and light

Stephen

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Ashes of Eden

We all fall, one by one
Time spent, and spent
And we are done

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Lives that we treasured
Passed, as we all must

Treading others, dark to dark
Never caring for the cost
Yet all deeds bear a mark

Sometimes a word, one to one
Passes to another
And finally see, done in done.

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End of Seasons

Leaves fade and die beyond their season,
Falling to dried grass, never questioning the reason.

All things end, beyond a whispered promise,
The purest intent, reality and time paying homage.

Love sadly forgotten, never knowing the reason,
Fades, festers and dies beyond its season.

To have and to hold, as long ago we both vowed,
Creating two lives bound by love, a sacred shroud.

Within my heart, I have given you my soul,
For all time, your heart to mine, you will have and hold.

Stoic

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I Am

For we are love,
anything I do must be of,
from, for, and is born of this,
Unless this child is lost.
 
If by chance this fool does anything,
from some smaller place,
the suffering is truly mine,
against my true nature,
from the mind steeped and chained,
mans machine of pain and poverty.
 
So far from the deep wood mist
Scarlet dawn flared dragonfly wings
The rising miracle of all things
As I sit, sunlight on my face gently kissed.

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Falling Stars

We are all but falling stars
Shedding light across the sky
Nights inky canvas brought to life
Morning dew the joy we cry
 
Silence bleed the coming song
Our breeze in rustled leaves
Whispered grace to sooth the fire
Lost youth for which we grieve
 
Starlight twinkle before the dawn
To sleep with each new day
And rise anew as dusk draws near
Kissing the sun as it slips away

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All Must Fall

Recalling all the tribulations in our life
The constant struggles, pain, disappointment and strife
The battles too often lost and too seldom won
Always forgetting the places where we begun.

As we push, toil, tarry and try to carry on
Neglecting the foundation we have built upon
Forgetting the values of a human heart
Paths we have trodden to gain worlds apart.

Now our memories fade, as we grow old
So many stories to tell, which are never told
The past is but a gift that we forgot to give 
To lives we have touched as we strove to live.

In our final days, our souls long for home
Drifting refrains of a forgotten song
Of hearts entwined, in the worlds face we frown
Husha, Husha we all fall down.

(Stoic)

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Worlds Apart

In this world one cannot ever have what they need more than anything else,
in that world the other will miss what they want more than anything else,
so they live in loss, now one must leave to have the one thing missing and needed.


What has been left behind they cannot bear to lose,
they return, leaving what they will always need,
in this world both long for what they need, at what cost?

Dawn tears betray, together or apart one will always be worlds apart,
from the one thing they need more than anything else.