Poem 0156: hug
Boomerangs. Hugs. Pretty much guaranteed to get them back. Hmmm. Time to do some giving. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 156/1,000
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Poem 155: mist
I love the way mist hovers in the rims of the hills Long after it has seemingly disappeared From its origins in the deep valleys. It dangles freely there, no agenda to fulfill. Just waiting for Sun to hit it and change its being Into something completely new. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011,
Poem 0154: birthday 9 (everything)
I wish there was one thing that I Could say to change everything that’s Not beautiful in your world. I know there is no such word. At the same time, I’m tired of Just “doing my best”. So my gift — This time — is to notice the things I Can change to beautify your
Poem 0153: birthday 8 (smile)
Twelve times today I felt like it was the eleventh hour. I could barely take a tenth Of all the stuff that was coming my way. My nine lives had to make it through The eight hours of what feels like Seven days a week — though I know It’s usually only six. I only
Poem 0152: birthday 7 (waterfront)
There’s nothing magical about water. It’s around and inside us all the time. Haven’t I heard that humans are two-thirds Liquid? Commonplace: this water inside that calls So many of us to be at or in the water on the Outside. And then turns our heads again when We hear it rush, Or when it
Poem 0151: birthday 6 (presents)
Somewhere in between traditional and avant garde, There is the sort of gift that anyone might like to receive. You can’t find it by magic, nor by calculation. There was a time, when no thought was required for Gift-giving. There were only a few choices and for certain Occasions, there were none. Now, it seems
Poem 0150: birthday 5 (flowers)
When we were courting, I gave you flowers: Cut flowers. Prepared by a florist. Occasionally, I’d break out by going and Picking wildflowers for you. Now, giving you flowers seems redundant. You grow the most beautiful garden. You are the most lovely bloom. What need would you have of another flower? ~ by Stan Stewart
Poem 0149: birthday 4 (chocolate)
Luscious textures intrigue the lithe tongue As it tests the tenuous shapes of unadulterated, Deep brown edges. Taste buds undulate to incorporate the flowing Sensations. Savoring the bitter and sweet surprise as Cravings partially subside; new desire forms Unabated. Lapping bits from teeth and tissues, Tongue knows More Cannot come soon enough. ~ by Stan
Poem 0148: birthday 3 (water)
Crisp Clear Focused Audible Trickle Flow Flood Flash Light Refraction Splash Circles Within Circles Geometry Learning Daily Immersed ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 148/1,000
Poem 0147: birthday 2
When you look on each bud in the garden, It’s as if it were the most magnificent Painting, in the most auspicious gallery, By the finest artist. It is this way of looking that I suspect Gains you such a magnitude of creative Flow. You seem to always have another Idea, another wondering, another intuition.