look, regret, life, poetry, steven humphreys
Spiritual poetry

Look

Look! something else I've got to do before I'm damned well through with all of this stuff called 'whatever'! [better word you should have used Steve is 'life.'] (Oh yes, I now even talk to myself... lately, I seem to have become two people. Yes, I converse with them both. Does that mean there are… Continue reading Look

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knee deep in gloom, poetry, steven humphreys
Spiritual poetry

Knee deep in gloom

Knee deep in gloom purple and white flowers in their vases bloom colors streak down like watercolors running down a painter's blank canvas in this room red blue yellow hues stained glass windows above very high up rain their colored light streaming down bright candles lit burning and incense smoking floating like mother's hands in… Continue reading Knee deep in gloom

love in memorandum, steven humphreys, poetry
Poetry of life

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

reunion, poetry, high school, steven humphreys
Poetry of life

Reunion

The ten-year reunion that's the one where you see the show offs impressing others with their achieved status since high school some were divorced and took off with their old flames afterwards some married their high school sweethearts most are drunk (or high on something) now, at the twenty year reunion some take off with… Continue reading Reunion

old town, nostalgia, time machine, poetry, steven humphreys
Poetry of life

Old town

Taking a drive through old town light and dark sides it is what has grown inside you that made you you remember growing up with all those childish clowns? it was their childishness making all those jokes about you with that ridiculous asinine laughing cackling sound they were young children undone adolescents unsung more than kinda' dumb teenyboppers… Continue reading Old town

beauty and the meat, childhood, nostalgia
Poetry of life

Beauty and the meat

Ugly is no smaller feat achievable than beauty and the meat best of all nothing is least upon further examination busting the belly of aforementioned beast exhuming all contamination at ones feet (after you just got your toe nails done in hot pink!) moralizing the story often one metaphor and someone you used to know in… Continue reading Beauty and the meat

grass and dirt, steven humphreys, poetry madness
Spiritual poetry

Grass and Dirt

we the covered grass and dirt we the green and the brown renew expunge do our work not in vain cover up below easing pain over and again working in beauty taking care not in vain hearts heal everyman living at one time and the other cease to ache bathing in our beauty as birds trees… Continue reading Grass and Dirt

Spiritual poetry

Drivin’ Low on route 66

Drivin' low on route 66 life began at 65 pickup sticks missin' kicks drivin' round hear that sound makin' ground thinkin' back four score years spillin' tears clubs and booze wasted years should've done more at school listened to all those fools hands not meant holding tools pickin' up speed wind blown hair feelin' a need remember… Continue reading Drivin’ Low on route 66

Poetry of life

Hitting the Rewind Button

the skinny on being loved is getting fatter all the time justifiably ordering another extra-large double deep oozing pan  pizza thrice in one night as Feelings wane singing those sadder songs handing your new lover another savory bubbling wedge of confusion and paths crossed which all go up on top the edge of a cliff as you look out carefully… Continue reading Hitting the Rewind Button

Spiritual poetry

I’m so not OK

I'm so not OK but that's so very OK with me Politically incorrect sure I am that's what you get not in this day and age If they want to take a big march in that pink gay parade blocking all the cars protesting my apathy I won't say nay It's all OK mainly because I am the lone gray… Continue reading I’m so not OK