http://slow.writerscafe.org/SteveB The original writings of author SteveB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bear with me when I am lowbent down by mundane careswhen the day’s adversities stoop my shouldersand I retreat to silence. Bear with me in my defeatswhen darkness clouds my browwhen I define my self by lossand craving s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1387189/ You told me today that it’s overthat I have wasted twenty-six yearsso let me explain this dear darlingyou’re not worth the salt of my tears You’ve been cheating on me foreveryou cretinous silly old cowall I can say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1387187/ FROM THE GARDEN Every day with youI played the thiefas together we strolledthe Gardens of Venus.In borrowed clothesI gathered stolen flowers.I drank sweet winepoured from another man’s cup,I tasted the finest meat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1358124/ Ambiguous Neverland  In the ambiguous neverland betweenwhat yet isand what might yet beI hunger for youbut at presentI am merely to dance with my demonsas in solitude I walk the silent streets of desireso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1358123/ Looking Back From Fifty At fifty my dreams have fadedlike the once red painted wallsof a barn on a barren hillworn down by exposurescoured by wind, and sun, and rainand age.Until now a whitish greywith the only spots of vibra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1351867/ Poetry Incarnate To tease, to taunt, to thrillto trace my thoughts upon your fleshwith fingers and with tongue,to taste my wordsdripping from your mouthto time my verseto the rhythm of your hipsTogetherwe make poetryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1351866/ ONLY THEN �" A Sonnet  When the moon stops lightingthe nightwhen the waves stop rollingto shorewhen the wind stops bendingthe branchesonly then will I love you nomore. When the deer doesn’t wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1342280/             WOUND DWELLER  VERSION ONE  You are the wound dwellerforever residing within my heartholding open the gashpreventing a scar from forming.My life oozes outt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1341782/  BEACH BURNT BODY  My fingers traced a poem upon your skinlike ink flowing softly upon a pagethat summer my thoughtsfound expression in your flesh. But how was I to knowthat for your beach burnt bodyeac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1341779/  WHEN ASKED WHY I NEVER WRITE A POEM FOR MY LOVE  You asked why I never wroteyou a poem,why my verses never werededicated to youor told your storyor bore your name there has been no needyour love pours .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1335648/ THE MANNERED ELEGANCE OF ORDER She loved the manneredelegance of orderThe carefully craftedsimplicityof controlled desire.The timeless measure of restrained passion A black cocktail dressand single strand of pearls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1335645/ THE AGELESS GROOM In the old stone churchfast upon the graveyardthe young couple standexchanging vows and promisesof undying love. The scent of beeswax candlesmingles with the roses that she clutchesand the lillies bloom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1319410/ LIKE A STORM TOSSEDSAILOR Like a storm tossed sailor I search for you,my safe haven in the storm.Like a long lost travellerI thirst for youmy stream in the rock strewn hills.Like a starving sojournerI hunger for you,my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1319377/ TO MY LOVER FROM THECHURCHYARD  Can you now speak my name aloud?Does its soundno longer bring forth tears,has the pain subsided enoughto allow one happy thought?Or has it become,just another word? From whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1319376/ THE TEARS OF VILMY Sitting on her grandfather’s kneeIn the cold Canadian dayAs he told his stories of youthShe learned of the tears of Vilmy. Stroking his fevered face As his nightly terrors shook the houseW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1292484/ ELEVENTH AVENUE ENCOUNTER While stopped at a snowy red light on Eleventh,appropriate it now seems,I saw you standing on the cornerpure as the driven through snow.Radiant under the streetlightyou approa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1288748/ THUNDERCLAP Like a thunderclap on a cloudless nightyou appeared with shock and aweCrossing the streetwith long black hairand red silk dress,stiletto heels clicking on the asphalt.Framed by steamarising from the grates.You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1264173/ THE FALLING BACK OF TIME Each Autumn I wind back the stem of my watchto receive a second chanceone sacred hour retrievedfrom memoryto be lived againAn opportunity to amend thepasta chance to fall back,to fall back&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1264083/ I STILL RECOGNIZED YOU I saw you the other day on Vesey StreetAnd through the years, the gravity, and the gravitasI still recognized youAnd that summer at the clubWhen you reclined in tennis whitesWith long tan legsAnd perfect be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1250848/ A BALTIMORE CATECHISM  In a Brooklyn bar the woman stooda big bluesy blonde from Baltimorewho spoke of sacred sinand laughed flashing pearly whiteswhile pale blue eyes danced in the dim lighther ample hips swayed in timeto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1250847/ AND NOW TO REST  The struggle has endedThe good fight is doneYou have endured with graceAnd now to restAnd now to rest  The smile that masked the sorrowIs still nowAnd peace lies on your faceAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1240330/ In September when you are twelvethoughts should be of beginningsof returning to schoolof soccer practice and violin lessonsof new dresses and laughter with friends. In September when you are twelvethe sun should warm your faceand the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1230478/ LOW TIDE   At low tidewhen the mud flats areexposedwhen the pilings stand nakedto the sunwhen seaweed lays in lifelessclumpswhen the sea birds feast onstranded shell fisha stench aris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1228991/ WALKING ALONG THE SILENT STREETS  VERSION 2  Walking along the silent streetshe wears his sadness like a coatof shabby, threadbare elegance.In the corners he sees but shadows,dark reflections of what mayor may not be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1226550/ WALKING ALONG THE SILENT STREETS  Walking along the silent streetshe wears his sadness like a coatof shabby, threadbare elegance.In the corners he sees but shadows,dark reflections of what mayor may not be.Walking along .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1225549/ ON THE UPTOWN IRT THIS MORNING On the uptown IRT this morningI saw a girl and thought of you.clutching her Hunter College High School notebookwith the same mass of blonde hairarranged with carefully created ambivalence,and blue jeans t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1221839/ WHAT IS NOW HIDDEN Constrained by secret love,shackled by what cannot yet beI live a half life for you.What is now hiddencannot yet be revealed. I make love with your shadowfor I cannot hold you in my arms,I listen to your ech.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1220646/ WHERE ARE THE HEROESOF YORE? Where are the heroes of yorethe  warriors who vowed to defend?Where are the heroes of yorewho provided  inspiration and hope?Where now are the heroes? In London the July sky is darkenedas smoke rises fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1219251/ AN ENGLISH SONNET FOR AN IRISH REBEL  Arise! Arise! All Hibernia’ssons Stand up forfreedom’s noble cause, break free from shackles andthe tyrants chains shake loose the bondage of twisted l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1219224/ GATSBY  Like Gatsby I haveinvested far too much,and for far too long,in the wrong dream.Longing for the distant memoryof a fading green lightacross the waterswhile ignoring the sandsliding from beneath my fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1212360/ An Angler’s Diamante           Fisherman      silent, pensive searching, looking, waitingflyrod, reel, waders, vest  casting, mending, hoping  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1211190/ SUMMER COMMUTE   Grand Central Stationthe third Friday in Julyhumidity hits hardin the midtown summerswelter.The stars painted onthe vaulted roof meltdripping drops of gold,like crowns upon the heads,of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1210780/ I AM OF NEW YORKI am of New Yorkthis city of big dreams -city of noise, and powercity of speed and swaggercity of hubris and hopecity of arrogance and exuberancecity of pridecity of no limits.I am of New YorkThis city of big dreamsMy eyes squint from the glareof sunri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1207932/ WHAT IF I WERE FREE    Whatif I were freeandable to view the gardens hiddenbehind these cold stone walls?Whatif I were abletoescape the confines of this prisontofeel the warm sunlight upon my fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1207799/ Child Birth Floating peacefully in mydark ocean I stretch And hear the reassuringdrumbeat  That has always been in thebackground But strange forces suddenlysqueeze me  Pushed into tight passages .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1205916/ ODE TO THE RIVER QUEEN  Farewell to thee fair River Queenyou blessed relic from our pastjust a rusted weekend steamerwho’s times slipped by too fast Lovers strolled your decks in days gone bywishing the night .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1204448/ WE DREAMED THE DREAM  We dreamed the dream of hearts on firewe dreamed the dream of man’s desirewe dreamed the dream of spirits higherwe dared to dream the dream The came the age of long despairof vanquished h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1204441/ The Crysalis I do not weep at the death of the caterpillar,yet I cry at the birth of the butterfly.I do not mourn the melting of the mountain snowrather I rejoice in the cold flowing stream.As there can be no resurrection without the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1202980/ SUMMER BLACKOUT  In a world lit only by firefliesI hand roll a cigaretteand am blinded by the match that flares up to light it.Draw deep the smoke that fills my lungsthen slowly let it outtwo long strong smoke trailsglid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1202517/ Moist airheavy cast Firefliesilluminate Oppressivenight heat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1202498/ MEMORY DRIPS AWAY  Like water from a leaking bucketmy memories of you drip awayslowly  but inexorably,drop by dropuntil at last they are gone.I am left with an empty vesseland a moist trail behindwhere your tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1202005/ WALKING WOUNDED We are the walking woundedbearing the scars of lifeour striped backs showing themarksof each well laid lasheach blistering cuteach stinging markeach cut and bruisea blood soaked memoryof failure and fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1198195/                                            &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1192837/ RAGNAROK Who is he that can foretell what is to be in ages not yet begun,after the twilight of the Godsand the awaited dawning of the One.And on that morning of Ragnarokwhen the Rainbow Bridge is stormedbrave Heimdal shall sound .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1191350/ I have a moustacheto retain and remembermy sweet lover's taste http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1190773/ middle aged swingersseek high at Le Trapezesecret hope and desire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1190721/ talking fantasybad when one confused betweenwizards and leather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1190593/ REDEMPTION I am every hurt I every caused.Every tear ever shed in my name,every dream I ever dashedevery hope I ever crushedevery pain I ever caused.I am every love I ever withheld.  And thus I seek redemption.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1189536/ West Side StoryManhattan ShakespeareSwitchblade ballet ethnic strifeSing and dance until death The Quiet Manexile son returnsred hair lass and unruly brotherfight then wedded bliss The Sound of Musicchildren need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1189439/ CLASSIC MOVIE SENRYU   Ride the High Country two aging gunmenold code of honor still trueredemption through death Maltese Falcon ancient source of dreamsbetrayal, death, greed and luston.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveB/1188469/