Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. Soren Kierkegaard I smell something in the air. It’s sweet and bitter at the same time. There’s a deep familiarity And a …
You do things your way and I do things mine. Not by design. This is just the way it is. It’s not simple, but not really complex. Maybe it will remain a paradox for all time. You get your work done just as I do. Yet the ways we get there bear No comparison at …
That tired place behind my eyes Has started. My neck is sore. You always remind me not to Crane my neck forward. Each time I shift my consciousness I notice that it’s craned again. It’s been another long day And we each share The accomplishments and Concerns that are with us After sunset. It sounds …
A little bird told me That something good Is quickly coming my way. Every day may not be good, but there’s something good in every day. ~@luisalfonso1 RT @EvaLongoria @ShowoffByDesign @2morrowknight — stan stewart (@muz4now) March 9, 2014 Who am I to say otherwise. I really want to believe And understand This happy, friendly, Positive, …
Fingers and toes were long ago Outnumbered by the times I came home to find you in that Comfy chair. And just the times we turned it Into “family bed” have gone Into the dozens. Now, each time I see you there — In reality or in my mind’s eye — I get the same …
PDA is not the way U want me to display my love 4 U I on the other hand would happily demand a kiss that started on the sidewalk (quiet this dumb talk) and then moved inside touch look listen how your lips glisten with that gloss U use let me have a taste feeling …
Morning smell of sleep lingers in the air And in my memory as well. It is the silent reminder of our need to dream. The eye movements may be rapid, But the becoming can be slow. Like the warm down comforter Supported by our bodies Against the weight of gravity, We will rise high and …
Starting with a little chill I begin to notice the change Of heart. With only one wish, we got nowhere. Now that our wishes have multiplied, So have the avenues of going along. Will we get there soon? I doubt it. And who cares. It’s the pilgrimage and the accompaniment (not the arrival) That’s the …
When I wake, there is one thing I long for in the darkness. The bitter taste of night makes my longing even stronger And more fearful that I may not see it before my leaving. In the fatigue of the prior night, straight-faced tenacity Was our friend who guided us through ticking those Final lines …
There’s no need to wonder if you’re pondering your life. Every day you’re right out there with it: You delve deep, work hard, forgive gigantically And often. There’s no need to wonder if you care about your friends. You adjust schedules to ensure time with them And quality time — each time — at that. …
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