Java City

Shopping center clean,
And coffee brewed too perfect,
A chipped brick brings hope.

poem by Steven Silent Wolf
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D.M.V. - Department of Muddled Verses -or- My Mother Is The Only One Who Will Read It Without Curses

Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile.
I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability.

My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning.
So I've been a little short on plot, ever since my weaning.

My poetry would be aetheric,
if the Muses weren't so esoteric.

It's clearly only clear to MY sense;
'cause I poet without a poet's license.

poem by Steven Silent Wolf
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Of A Virgin Born

Have you seen the
Star of wonder
Star of grace
Star by which
The stars themselves
All navigate?

Have you sensed the
Star behind all sight
Reaching out
Through all the senses
Calling you in
Silent song?

Is this the
Star that brought me here
The light behind my eyes
The store of shining words
Before the living thoughts
Are spoken?

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poem by Steven Silent Wolf
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