Steeven A. Smith Poems

Whosoever enter'd here and by my gate they pass
into the near of well beyond and visions future past
this I will agree to you as sweetly venom soothe
to tell by norm no other means and through the ear doth pass
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What is a picture?
Is it a moment
frozen in time to be relived and cherished
or a paralyzing insight as to who we were then?
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Paddle forth beyond the maze
through paths afraught with laughter
by death by dawn the somber yawn
and green to alabaster
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