Stevie Taite

Rookie - 6 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

1. Friday Night 8/9/2012
2. I Pinch But Flesh Does Not Answer 8/10/2012
3. Converse 8/10/2012
4. Product Appeal 8/11/2012
5. Invest In Friends 8/11/2012
6. Messy Daughter 8/13/2012
7. Rose Tinted Glasses 8/15/2012
8. Make Friends 8/16/2012
9. Putting Computers In Their Place 8/20/2012
10. I Need A Mentor 8/21/2012
11. Left Can'T Be Left Without Right 8/19/2012
12. Id And The Ego's 8/23/2012
13. Honour Killing? 8/25/2012
14. Surrealism 8/31/2012
15. Grow A Happy Tree 9/1/2012
16. Time For A Break 9/7/2012
17. There Once Was A Poet Called Thomas 10/1/2012
18. Seale Limerick 10/1/2012
19. Payal Limerick 10/2/2012
20. Longing A Banished Word! 10/1/2012
21. Pictures From Bama 11/16/2012
22. Unkept 2/20/2013
23. Unkept (Remastered To Be True To The Roundel Format.) 2/21/2013
24. King Henry's Roast Pig 7/18/2015
25. Fishing 8/21/2012
26. Mind Over Matter 8/16/2012
27. Driftwood 8/9/2012
28. High Board 8/10/2012
29. Promises 8/17/2012
30. Reclining Nude 8/31/2012
31. Call Time 8/20/2012
32. School Pick Up Haiku 10/9/2012
33. For The Sake Of The Fairies 4/16/2013
34. Pop Fairy 4/16/2013
35. Shy 4/20/2013
36. A Writers' Zen 4/20/2013
37. Lake Swimming 2/21/2013
38. A To Z Of A Body Completing Demanding Exercise. 11/18/2012
39. Sides, Edges And Vertices Edited 11/17/2012
40. Sycamore Seed 9/10/2012
Best Poem of Stevie Taite

The Making Of The Moon

The moon was born with Earth they say
Two vortex, large and small
Of gas and dusty nebula
And gravitation's pull

Little wind does stroke its land
For mass is sixth of Earth
Which holds down little Atmosphere
Around its smaller girth

It doesn't suffer weathering
Or recycling of rocks
It's craters still look like the day
The meteors gave it pox

The moon it had no H20
No vapour formed a sea
The soup of life was not there served
So remained species free!

The jealous moon so tries to steal
Our oceans from their ...

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Friday Night

To this point in time the ride had been rough
But the demand on posture to counter the motion would be forgotten
As  impatience fermented  foretaste

We took the detour,  
Passed crisp, transparent slopes
Where mostly water fell into man made lakes
And the now distant mountains, with their treacherous descent  would become
Embellished with a layer of illusory snow

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