Tag Archives: poem

Late Night Sneak

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Hope: It’s eternal; An unwound watch spring. A weapon, a tool. A sucker’s bet A manipulator’s best friend. Watch out for hope; Let it in only provisionally. What you hope reveals your illusions. –W B Kek

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Slower, Colder, Darker: Love in the Time of Entropy

Posted on August 6, 2013 by Gene Stewart

The sky is in the water, The water is in the sky. Mountains are coming out of the water. They probe through the frost lines. The sun is shrunken and the wind expanded. We walk the reflections with our eyes … Continue reading →

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Plastic Rap

Posted on July 30, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Sequestration Perpetrates Devaluation Enervates Our education Penetrates Our dying nation Like a knife. Regulation Mitigates Exploitation Promulgates Equalization Watergates Equivocation Relegates Prevarication Promotes life. /// /// ///

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Passenger’s Lament in Applicant Terms

Posted on July 24, 2013 by Gene Stewart

From whom do you ask permission to write a poem? What department clears the metaphor and simile? Is there a group who approves any meanings that may accrue? Is intention noted and focused will parsed? Do logbooks exist that tally … Continue reading →

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Unapparent Apparel in Parallel

Posted on July 18, 2013 by Gene Stewart

The moon wears a hat of my dreams Its collar is my wish to know the ground Where seed we spilt and planted grows Sky trees and astral firefly leaves for us In brazen arboreal lust to keep us whole. … Continue reading →

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Breeze Through Trees

Posted on July 2, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Who it is we all know for all us poets have lost one such. All the chirp and chatter, aye. Endless questions that chip away at our heartwood. Where to take our hollow core is always the dilemma we who … Continue reading →

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Crowds After Boxing Day

Posted on December 29, 2012 by Gene Stewart

We need Less of things More time in other realms If deep is the need Then deeper the greed Subverting its completion Wading through Nursed coughs and rude elbows Wears one’s patience thin Out among so many Crushed, defeated shoppers … Continue reading →

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Rusting Lock

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Gene Stewart

I am not, cannot be Shiny child remembered, Child smarter, faster, sharper. I am what is left. Not dregs, not residue; More uneroded stone, Exposed core, A scrimshaw ego. Child is gone but lingers. I am lingering but gone. ///  … Continue reading →

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Truncated Sparrow

Posted on September 21, 2012 by Gene Stewart

Truncated Sparrow (Reflection on seeing a sparrow crushed by a tire.) Use me. Abuse me. Never try to lose me. I know you will excuse me If I go too far. I am everywhere and nowhere; I am my love’s … Continue reading →

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Swollen

Posted on August 9, 2012 by Gene Stewart

Love is a centipede Crawling on you as you sleep Enjoying all the riches found, Depleting dreams for needs, Converting lust to fodder. Love is a spider Lowered on gut thread, Entering your mouth as you sleep, Being eaten in … Continue reading →

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