Beauty Is

beauty is, steven humphreys, poem

Beauty is in Hearts of Beholding decks of cards coming out at large rather pet your dog give a hug stroke a hog miserly violin playing marshmallow grey it's going full steam ahead rather to my dismay married turning gay rather nice this fellow painted grey he bellows fluffing pillows rests his head on folded handkerchiefs sneezing … Continue reading Beauty Is

Can I Help You?

'Can I help you?' the salesperson asks... 'Yes, I think you can!' you reply. 'Well, what can I do for you?' 'Well, it's kinda' hard to put into words,' you say as it is so obvious you are holding the floodgate of tears back because he sees your teary eyes welling up. He's looking at … Continue reading Can I Help You?

La Différence!

la difference, that's how it goes... (women are the glue which bonds societies' fabric) We all work those jobs we do best and it does show a face familiar which has always been ordained long before we were put here. We've come prewired for tasks so separate although undivided it be that, different never gets things … Continue reading La Différence!

Sitting Under the Poetry Dome

Poor unhappy soul, (you haven't found where it is hiding, but be reassured, it's there, because they found him and gave him a good hiding...) whatever gets you through your weary day... Is OK, for you somehow made your way home staggering as you do now dwelling for a short while in your creaky thrift … Continue reading Sitting Under the Poetry Dome

Beneath this old Carved Tree

beneath this old carved tree, steven humphreys, poem, poetry, prose

When you used to search for me, you found me by lake forgiveness beneath this old carved tree. You always knew where to find me, when we spoke those sorrowful words. Our memory dances by those yellow flowers growing on the side of that hill by the road. That wave of golden flowers; we used to stroll through and pluck. … Continue reading Beneath this old Carved Tree

Boast not where the Poppies Grow

We escape into yet another day; boast not where the poppies grow. we run away. we don't know where God hides himself every day. we say the wrong things at all the wrong times. eat the wrong foods. we laid with the wrong person. We get lied to. we get deceived. then, we withdraw for a … Continue reading Boast not where the Poppies Grow

Rendezvous with Oars

Did you feel you missed the boat in life because someone said both paddles of yours were not in the water and your rudder was backwards? So, you had a rendezvous with oars throwing them both   over the brink of the waterfall finding a new hole in the bottom of your sinking boat as you dropped to your destiny. We are … Continue reading Rendezvous with Oars