Poem : Rain
I try not to complain about rain. There’s something beautiful and calming about the way that it splashes, Creates a drumbeat on the earth, a pulse on our heads… umbrellas…
Poetry and More
Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
please give for post-Sandy relief
Please give of your time or money (or both) to help the people affected by the storm known as Sandy. I recommend Music for Relief if you want to donate to services helping children and all who are without functioning homes in the wake of the hurricane and storm. My heart goes out to all
Poem : Secret (by Stan Stewart)
I’ve been telling myself That I have to. And I know it is not true. Have To Builds walls and fortresses that hold in Nothing. It cannot contain anything but vacuum For it is the hardened place of boredom And obligation. So, this is not the time for Have To. No. To soften the hard
#Poem – Effective (An Ode to the Moon)
The moon does not blaze its way From the cusp of the horizon To the heights of the atmosphere. It is content to meander slowly, Incrementally From the tops of the ridges To the apex of its nightly rounds. There, with its reflected brilliance (Shining alike on cloud and clear) The moon (Without judgment or
My idea of a great birthday
Sunday was my birthday. I could have chosen to make it special by doing something completely different from normal. So, I did and I didn’t. I started my morning off in the usual way: coffee and a morning meditation. It was normal. Which made it special. I realized that I’m doing so much of what I’ve
A Poem – Rush (“the rapids”)
Rapids rush downstream, much as a life Does. Fleeting and flowing at each different Turn. Neither fleet nor flow pauses much Except When it gets caught in the boundaried edges of Channel And shore. There, it swarms in eddies of swirl and Even Backwards currents. No longer — for the moment — Hurling And hurtling
musicians and day jobs
Though she probably didn’t realize it at the time, a new blogging and tweeting friend of mine nudged me to write this. I had another great idea for a blog, but my day-job cut into the moments I had set aside to research and write it, so the research never got done. When she first wrote
#Poem – lovingkindness
There was something I was supposed to do right now. And suddenly, as the real “now” Takes over from the anticipated Now, I realized that the actual something I’m Supposed to… Wanting to… Desiring to… Melting into… Is just holding your hand. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, inc. All Rights
#Poem: perhaps
Perhaps by the end of the day There will be a story or two to tell. In a each moment, there may seem to be nothing, But when all of the moments are added together, It’s as if they have multiplied and strung together In some eureka of a formula that could hold the Secret
#Poem: nature gives
Evergreen Droopy Reminder Sadness Majestic Upstanding Pride Branches Limbs Reaching Up Roots Foundation Deep Pinecones Seeds Something New Birds Flitting Landing Flitting Again Essence Joy ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 138/1,000