we the sensitive, beer, wine, drinking, drunk, poetry, steven humphreys

We the sensitive

We the sensitive herald a victorious sigh tooting whiney trumpets tossing brown and green bottles out windows onto rustic river pebbles and bushes of our own sacred victory gardens we the sensitive wear our hearts profoundly upon unbuttoned sleeves wasting our precious lives as the ruthless hunters of this murderous jungle tread upon us openly… Continue reading We the sensitive

children, poetry, parents, steven humphreys


You loved your children the best you could you tried to do all those things you thought were right that's about all you needed to do you didn't get loved back and appreciated as much as you deserved I guess that's kids for you they get interested in other things not just mom and dad… Continue reading Children

days and nights of wine, poetry, love, steven humphreys

Days and nights of wine

Drunken memories of thou sweet winebibber a bequeath of fragrant flowers flavors and aromas lifted thine spirit saving us both in the nick of time floating in glass like its cork lies our bared souls many a time tilted but no wine turned sour between us! it sweetened that much more with every sip by… Continue reading Days and nights of wine

messages in bottles, steve humphreys, poetry

Messages in bottles

Picked a tea leaf from the bush (my tree of knowledge) turned it over read its life line found out what it means 'drink loose leaf green tea then you will know' spoke its wisdom in green pungent warm flavor in this life everybody wanted me to be what they wanted me to be I… Continue reading Messages in bottles

praise, steven humphreys, poetry


Praise goes to the happy souls for they've learned the secret to life they just live and roll with the punches. and, as for the rest of us miserable souls who question our existence asking god forever whining why me? pestering him getting on his nerves all the time we'll forcibly be put back here… Continue reading Praise

love in memorandum, steven humphreys, poetry

Love in memorandum

A thing called love ever changing so many things to so many people crumbs of it followed to the main meal feasting of it eating a paltry portion in the midst of one lit candle one last rose a word describes its many faces and shades of color what is it? what is it not?… Continue reading Love in memorandum

my yearbook, poetry, steven humphreys, nostalgia, regret, youth

My yearbook

Didn't buy a high school yearbook someone wise said 'I'd regret it someday' I didn't hate school not in the beginning my first year of high school I was involved in track and cross-country in my sophomore year I don't know why but sometime later in high school I started hating school for some reason… Continue reading My yearbook

throughout time, poetry, steven humphreys, pets, dogs, cats


Talk outside midnight air profess your love toast with wine to one living soul who cares no man amongst us listens no man hears but his own thoughts your own ears hear your words of love they echo in the distance lost in time shout them out in stillness prime time look deeply into the… Continue reading Profess

bits and pieces, poetry, steven humphreys

Bits and pieces

Took a nap when I woke brain was broke didn't remember who I was or where I was hard to cope thought I might need a swift slap kind of scary worried I'd turned into a freakin' flamin' fairy like that fat a_s next door Barry thank god nope few seconds later cleared my head… Continue reading Bits and pieces