National Poetry Month: Fractured Vision

Fractured Vision Predict sound bytes, troglodytes, new age, that alternate spin Hunkered down against parasites may the unaware world begin New age, that alternate spin disregard inconvenient veracity May the unaware world begin on the coattails of hapless audacity Disregard inconvenient veracity, hunkered down against parasites On the coattails of hapless audacity predict sound bytes,... Continue Reading →

National Poetry Month: To You Alone

To You Alone To you alone I write pen my thoughts and heart Here, alone, at night Faithful words, yet, finite my love’s flawless art To you alone I write My emotions, they take flight round and round they dart Here, alone, at night I still love you, oh, despite betrayal and worlds apart To... Continue Reading →

National Poetry Month: Roses Are Red

Roses Are Red Roses are red, my love, soft crimson or scarlet The colour of velvet wine so cloying like blood I remember the red rain that night petals falling And the half open window, breeze fluttering spattered curtains Roses are red, my love bang, bang you’re dead © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights... Continue Reading →

National Poetry Month: Five Flights Up

Five Flights Up Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase with a railing polished smooth from wear Ascending the same five flights everyday You wonder, stuck in this daily repetition, why your perfect world came crashing in Climbing, you hear creaks in the staircase Step by step, how life seems these days Hardship, drudgery, always... Continue Reading →

National Poetry Month: Star Struck

  Star Struck   Stare into the galactic night, yawning canopy of pinprick light Reach up, reach up... embrace conflagration soar your imagination system-wide nullification of planetary gravitation a temporary aberration, when you can touch the stars © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved

National Poetry Month: What It Takes

What It Takes Will the day break cold? Shattering all regretful aches? Will the world turn old? Will I remain steadfast bold? Do whatever consequence takes? Will the day break cold? Will I dance in sunshine gold? Or drown in all the bitter stakes? Will the world turn old? What am I fated to behold?... Continue Reading →

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