Since 1996 Volume XXI
Steven J. Schmelz
U.S.A.
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.
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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 Untitled 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
America I see beauty dive to her left
untitled
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 Vehicle
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
Questions
Beleaguered by the
detail
The girl runs thru
the rain
Knowing the path,
walking away
So So I Get to write a saying I get to live a life I could be a teacher Nothing to really say
Punk Country Rock
getting
it right in rap
later 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. ©
Copyright 2017 Steven Schmelz.
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