Since 1996 Volume XXI

Steven J. Schmelz

Steven is a Graduate of Bates College in Maine,
and the owner of Sea View Auto Corp. in New Jersey.

Steven written since he was a young man,
and his work has a sense of natural rhythm, coupled
with a depth of sense, lacking in much modern verse.

Steven won the Issue Press Breakthru Prize.
Moments Missed

These and others will pass by
Our despair defines us
beauty and moments missed
theads of hope seen later
in light only in reflection
framed for us unreachable
alas we survive 
imprisoned by our survival


Profit is the soul of the thing
Academies note our ancient grievances
melting pots turn into demographics
in the end the price is right

Success by Text

Money made, made men,
What numbers did you play today?
In the end, justice for all.

Street lights and statues abound, 
Fate in decay, hope in dismay
21st century tunnels
sacred light ahead?

Of Course

Sartre was right, of course
we exist only with dirt and air
unable to find the divine
myths from before our modern age

Reaching our arms extending towards the shadows,
ghost, not even- forms of ghosts.
Just a child's view, of course
with fleeting hope we step into the light.

hey my friend

Hey my friend, beware false words
words meant to lead, to persuade
I can not say why
my speech is left dry
I want to tell you
I meant to tell you
this time is so short
I have to tell you
We part so empty
If only i had the words
If only i had the time
gone - we fail
tomorrow i hope, i pray
I beg a chance
please the words
we yearn to hear, to say

a last poem

if i fell now,
a ghost forever
a moment to feel
just a notion for you
what isn't, what is
faint light recesses
stand toward the cold,
bitter breeze in dark
rejected by knowing
soothed in this last moment



I see beauty dive to her left
America whirl in chaos
All i see, know, and so helpless
So many led by what? Who?

I want my children to have the light
We knew as a child
A hope for peace, fairness
Please, not for me, spare them

Leave air to breath, space to dream
water to drink
Waves, Wind - Freedom
America for the people, a light.



Agencies come and go
I like to remember the people
the real things in life
Failed campaigns, trivial ideas
a life of memories
I like to remember the people
The detail will fade
God accepts the soul
we should look for the soul
I like to remember the people


our vessel wall keeps us apart
ticking to the next task
clear vision but no contact
always apart, distant
we came close once
so we thought, felt
no, always apart, distant
remember the feeling close?
is there a moment together?
a gathering of souls,a touching
maybe a fleeting affection
we search, we hope


Beleaguered by the detail
Hoping for a sunny day
Really not a whole lot to say 

The girl runs thru the rain
The city has its unreal high
An easy life for an unknowing few

Knowing the path, walking away
Turning back? But where?
Now knowing little, how do I care?


So I Get to write a saying
Well not to go too far
Really never could sing
Empty dreams crash cars

I get to live a life
Full of what empty of what
No real feelings no wife
All the world sees just a slut

I could be a teacher
I could change the plan
If I could only reach her
If I could be a man

Nothing to really say
I hear no melody
Who knows a way
Doors to open no Key


Punk Country Rock    

getting it right in rap
a wonderful life, reported
Hollywood has its vision
Knows what is right what's wrong
Hate Bush, the academy says yes
80,000 people show up
pay $74 to screw the marine
No different than 1968
What have we learned?
Jeans and jeeps to buy
The rif at its height
talent speaks to us all
You want change?
open a door for a punk
open your heart for your neighbor
kiss your little girl good night.


wiggle your toe, shake your nose
right next to me
I don't see Tony in a Tree.
You and Pooh Bear asleep almost,
Sunlight breaks, time to ready tea + toast
Set for now, fixed in a wagon
list your dreams my young son
Time you must wait
for now your fate
later, soon,
7 cartwheels in tune
chance a nose win the wind
later, I hope very soon.

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