Stephen Loomes

Veteran Poet - 1,005 Points (21ST JUNE 1950 / SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA)

Stephen Loomes Poems

1. The Fine Scaffold Moves 5/23/2013
2. The Only Son 5/23/2013
3. The True Religion 5/24/2013
4. Jealousy 5/24/2013
5. View From Portofino Lighthouse 5/24/2013
6. On A Queue To Fame 5/23/2013
7. When I Was Born 6/8/2013
8. Vlapgod Vos 6/12/2013
9. You Are The Message 6/22/2013
10. Visit To Life 6/22/2013
11. When I Wake Up 6/22/2013
12. A Nod And Wink To Palladas 6/25/2013
13. Tribute To Wilhelm Reich 6/27/2013
14. A Tribute To Arthur Janov 6/30/2013
15. Doing Time 7/4/2013
16. The Roof Of Night 6/22/2013
17. Maori Blues 8/25/2013
18. Our Meteor 9/3/2013
19. A Ride On My Suzuki 9/11/2013
20. Wage Slaves 9/20/2013
21. When Shakespeare Wooed Amelia Lanier 9/22/2013
22. Evil's Father 9/22/2013
23. Pollination Of The Orchid 11/23/2013
24. My Circus Tent 8/1/2014
25. Cancer 8/2/2014
26. The Shrine 8/26/2014
27. When A Person Becomes An Idea 10/4/2014
28. Miracles 4/18/2015
29. A Gentle Man 5/22/2015
30. Unhappy Souls 8/4/2015
31. Cappadocia 8/4/2015
32. Plato And Palladas On Love 8/4/2015
33. Is It Cold Where My Brother Lies? 11/13/2015
34. First Crush 11/13/2015
35. Have A Good Time While You Are Here 12/7/2015
36. Precious To Our Selves 12/10/2015
37. Graven Idols 12/14/2015
38. After Bhagavad Gita 9 12/14/2015
39. Dancing Into The World 12/14/2015
40. The Train 12/16/2015
Best Poem of Stephen Loomes

Janis Joplin

So much heart so much love so much need
Janis Joplin I cry to watch your heart bleed
What a talent you brought to the world
Time has seen your legend unfold
How sad that your life was lost to the abyss
Of uncertainty and need, oh how you are missed
What intellect, what talent and a future untold
Such a beautiful woman and so in need of love
It was like a crucifixion to see this talent shoved
By ignorant fools who couldn’t understand
The cruelty when you were young and you so grand
Anyone who had a heart could have saved you from your fate
But when people ...

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At Jim Morrison's Grave

At the Cemetery of Pere Lachaise,
there was a grave without a tombstone there.
There was a plastic wreath
and scrawls of chalk.
Across the mound the stray cats, scavenged
for there was no living prey to stalk;
While the earth consumed the screaming flesh,
the voyeurs came from cul de sacs'
to smell the grave and hurry back.

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