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Our oldest cat is dying it has been a slow hard time I am devastated
There was a man dancing on stage in his pink Tutu with the spotlight on him. He turned and shouted since I was up in the balcony… he singled me out because I was the only one there. now, someone turned the spotlight on me illuminating the darkness I was sitting within. ‘are you man… Continue reading Man enough
My doggie is old. he can’t hear me too well when I call him I have to wave my hands so he sees me, then he comes back in the house
Oh, God I love them so why have you let my doggie and kitties grow so old? why has our time with them passed so quickly? they have lived many years and have given us much joy
Each morning I read about all the death and destruction mankind brings I yearn for the almighty swift sword to come down through the
Through the eyes of love’s inebriation, two heads are not better than one where there is no common sense and sensibility they should drink wine by the barrel full in a toast to
We don’t get to vote anymore we lost it when no one thought it mattered we can’t own a gun all the criminals still have them all the news says the same thing they tell us what to believe there are two parties conservative and
I have been waiting five years for my AI this year I got it I say ‘it’ because there is no gender now I mean, it’s against the law to think in those terms (you can either be put to death for what you say or go to jail for a long long time) it’s… Continue reading 3050
Once I set aside all I’d learned I was a child who knew of nothing except innocence
he sent a mental message to the past life of a boy he used to be
Welcome to the real ‘me’ Steven Humphreys. This page is a bird’s eye view into my background and why I write poetry, quotes and other ‘stuff’. Get to know the man behind the poem…
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The street poet’s faceless form roams walking sidewalks alleys in rhythm
speaking unheard grace worrisome pace time a waste eyes chaste
his rightfully unwritten story in sequence to unfolding rhymes his glory
walking standing and staring the unknown poet eats his empty fill alone
and solitude is his fare baring his soul sharing whispers and chills in cold
night air and trampled yellow flowers in morning light when over there
he gets the last word speaking his silent rant surviving another dreadfully
quiet night which is the only thing he rightfully earned in a peaceful zone no one else
with a solid roof over his head will ever understand that only the nothingness of
loneliness brings this unknown quiet roaming man a hardened wooden bench with a
custom made chiseled quote as his only comfort in the still of his sacred solitary night.
