Michael Stevens Poems

The air is stifling, hot Like when an oven door opens and the gust of wind like something from the Saharan Desert blisteringly embraces your face like the fingers of a lover on your cheek.

With crickets that take up their violins in the evening to dull the pain that heat inflicts on man and beast alike, Singing and chirping and dancing with the fireflies that provide the lighting for the party,
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Shadow, both in name and nature,
Following me to Earths end,
Tail wagging, waving, him trotting with flapping ears
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Her name was Luna and her spirit did lift the sky,
Sought after and called upon through each changing night,
Yet only once a month did she grace awe struck eyes,
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A yellow moon, not quite complete,
Longing, Lonely, and Lost, she weeps in solitude above.
She lights the night path, safety beneath our feet.
Full with envy, yet also brimming with love.
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I pledge allegiance to the flag of the Divided States of America,
And to the Republic as long as its Politically Correct,
One Nation, every man for *Person*self,
With censored Liberty and Social Justice for all, almost.
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To America,
The land in which I was born and raised.
A place that hard work was supreme and family values were paramount,
Where people could dream to make it big no matter where their origins began,
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Every flower begins the same, a seed buried deep,
It was the same for us, the day my heart me yours,
and our first words were the seeds sprout, love to keep
As our words grew, the bonds between us thickened
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I hear it
it moves in ever so closer to my heart
i know it
my name is written within its chapters
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I see a sea of red,
An ocean of blood before me,
And i know this is the end of what i know,
I see the sky glow with fire,
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