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Stephen Long Poem
Buds on the elm trees.
Weather is getting warmer.
Soon there will be leaves.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2010
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Stephen Long Poem
I saw the sky last night,
Rapt blue-black,
Freckled candle-light.
Where upon a cast, I ate.
To this lip, our tête-à-tête,
Never uttered,
Never muttered,
Until here.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2008
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Stephen Long Poem
“That’s Love” [2008]
Press your hips to me,
Press your fantasy,
Let your hands become,
Welcomed company.
Send your perfumed hair,
Flying everywhere,
Touch the hard of me,
Push that ecstasy.
That’s love.
That’s love.
Oh, with lips divine,
Press them onto mine,
Let your eyes reveal,
That what’s yours is mine.
I can see that you’re,
Built for making sure,
Ev’ry part of thee,
Pushes that ecstasy.
Oh, love.
Sweet love.
Pull it close to me,
Swing it recklessly,
Press your luck with me,
Push that ecstasy.
Your pudding I approve,
How you make it move,
Press it all to me,
Push that ecstasy.
That’s love!
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2010
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Stephen Long Poem
Water-lily,
Floating on the ice-blue sea,
Away from your homeland.
Leaving thin, red, trails as you go.
Steering among the foreign, black-seal-dotted icebergs.
Electric-white lightening flashing,
And the chill of the Arctic winds,
Bombarding from all directions.
As you long for,
The lily-pad life,
Its comfort and kinship,
Now, but a past possession.
I, do, too.
Let us stiffen our lips,
Tighten our collars,
And dream.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2007
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Stephen Long Poem
—Songbird Erotica—
There with the grassy-green beneath her,
There with the fair blue, sky, so above,
Along the fingers of some valley,
See how she fits just like a glove.
Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings.
There with the sunset on the horizon,
There with the shadows setting in,
Beside a sea of polished silver,
See how she holds herself to the wind.
Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
Yes, she can be caught out in the open,
Soars as she flirts about the scene,
And right before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings,
And then she sings,
Then she sings,
Ah she sings.
s.d. Long © July 2011
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2012
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Stephen Long Poem
In a thin-skinned lifeboat,
On the waves of love,
With the cold blue below,
And the hot sun above,
Sits a soul softly rowing,
Like the wings of a dove.
As the heat of sweet resistance,
Echoes hard with pure insistence,
Then, in the midst, a sound is heard,
Of the song of an unseen bird.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2007
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Stephen Long Poem
Along the path, I think of you.
Along the trees of gray.
And too, I think, it's good I do.
Within this shadow play.
Where sunlight's but a peekaboo,
The waters pigged a Prussian blue,
And the empty seat that misses you,
In my dowdy cabriolet.
s.d. Long {Inspired by a push by Suz-D to write another poem.}
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2013
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Stephen Long Poem
Drat!
To the obscuring daylight,
That buries the stars;
Devalues the character of the moon;
And most of all,
Blinds my eyes,
To the essence of your candlelight beauty.
Drat, I say.
Drat!
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2012
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Stephen Long Poem
I need you, like I need the sunlight.
I want you, like I want for spring.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s you’re my everything,
Wonderful. Colorful.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.
I need you, like I need the daybreak.
I want you, like I want for love.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you rise above,
Majesty…Symmetry.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.
You and me,
Faultlessly,
Wandering like the wind,
Playing in the tempered sky.
Breezily. Merrily.
We laugh the laugh of three,
Whenever rain-clouds pass us by.
I need you, like I need the moonlight.
I want you, like I want for fall.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you’ve got it all.
Easy-street, can’t compete.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2010
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Stephen Long Poem
"JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE"
IF I WERE TO, LOOK OUT MY WINDOW ALL CLOUDY DAY
AND I WERE TO, PUT MY GUITAR TO SONG
I BELIEVE I WOULD, TAKE UP A NOTION, THAT WOULD CLEAR THE WAY
FOR MY IN'TRESTS TO PEAK
AND MY MIND TO SING ALONG
IF YOU COULD BE REAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SUN WOULD APPEAR, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE CLOUDS COULDN'T STEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SKY GO TEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
AND MAYBE YOU COULD FEEL,
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
IF I WERE TO, LOOK OUT MY WINDOW, ALL RAINY DAY
AND I WERE TO, WRITE DOWN WHAT'S GOING ON
I BELIEVE I WOULD, FASHION A STORY, THAT NEATLY WOULD SAY
MY PERCEPTION IS WEAK BUT MY CONSTITUTION'S STRONG
IF YOU COULD BE REAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SUN WOULD APPEAR, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE CLOUDS COULDN'T STEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SKY GO TEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
AND MAYBE YOU COULD FEEL,
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
AH....., JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
AH..., JUST A LITTLE BIT, JUST A LITTLE BIT, JUST A LITTLE BIT
IF YOU WERE TO, LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW, ALL CLOUDY DAY
AND YOU WERE TO, PUT YOUR ,PIANO TO SONG
I BELIEVE YOU COULD, TAKE UP A NOTION, THAT WOULD CLEAR THE WAY
FOR YOUR IN'TRESTS TO PEAK, AND YOUR MIND TO SING ALONG
IF YOU COULD BE REAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SUN WOULD APPEAR, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE CLOUDS COULDN'T STEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
THE SKY GO TEAL, JUST A LITTLE BIT
AND MAYBE YOU COULD FEEL,
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
YEAH, MAYBE, BABY, YOU COULD FEEL....JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
OH, PRETTY BABY, YOU COULD FEEL, JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2010
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