#Poem – Costly – Invisible People
You know it’s gonna cost you If you wear those worn out shoes. They’re gonna do worse than Hurt your feet. They’re gonna make people Look at ya funny.
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A “present moment”, spontaneous #poem – sweat
Sweat pours down my forehead and drips, coolly, first to the pockets around my nose and then onto the desk in front of me. It’s a “good sweat“: the kind where I know that I’ve accomplished what I set out to do; where (even if the next step is not clear) my body/spirit is stirred
womb: #poem 3 on fear
3 I was making up poetry in the womb. Mother says so, and you know what that means: Nobody’s gonna question it. And I mean nobody. She may not get around so fast, But Mother’s got a way with her tongue That can lash you within an inch of your life. That’s probably why I
molten: #poem 2 on fear
2 Moisture fills the void. This liquid seems more molten Than flowing, though. It does not cool the fear, But fuels it; Basking and bleeding, Its results are burns Of some degree previously Unfelt and unseen by Human flesh. Searing, its reminders Never go away. ~ each poem spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ copyright
grief: #poem 1 on fear
1 Fear: You do not come gently to nudge my grief. No. You hover like a sinister monster waiting For my sadness to uncover itself. And standing in front of it, You try to loom As if the grief itself is your nemesis. You hold back and push forward At the same time. Your quivering
Two – a #poem
Two intrepid Harbingers of anticipatory cusps Zip surreptitiously Over torpid landscapes. “Blah!” Shouts one. “Bliss!” The other. ~ Spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2013, 2015 by muz4now, Inc.
Lonely Summer – a #poem
I had forgotten how Looming the sense Of loneliness Can be in the Heat of Summer. With its glowing bands Of heat, stretching over Sun and sand, This season above All others Is the one that Accentuates being Solo. Yet, these aging eyes Can see the glow that Comes into those Filled with young love.
Poem: Mountaintop Experience
I have a friend who Perpetually Pursues the Precipice That he blissfully calls Mountaintop experiences. (“Mountaintop experiences” Are what I used to call Those ever so gentle weekend retreats I have enjoyed attending and For which I seem to have nothing To show in spite of the bravado With which I shared my experiences From
Poem: Change Due
“To change and to change for the better are two different things.” ~ German proverb I know that what is happening right now is what is happening right now. Yet, in my humanness, I shift into thinking of future and especially of past moments instead of being right here, right now. And so, while there
The Art of Improv, Part 2: Listen
I’m pleased to have Kevin Jacoby as a guest writer again for his “The Art of Improv” series. Be sure to read part 1 as well. I admire KJ as an entrepreneur, musician, writer, and friend, so I’m extremely happy to have him offer this second part on the subject of music and improv. Read and “listen”.