Stevie Taite

Rookie (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

41. First Trip To The Pool For Rosie 11/15/2012
42. Fishing 8/21/2012
43. Floccinaucinihilipilification 1/4/2013
44. For The Sake Of The Fairies 4/16/2013
45. Friday Night 8/9/2012
46. Glimpse Of Her 12/21/2012
47. Goalie Haiku 10/1/2012
48. Grandma Round For Tea 1/31/2013
49. Greedy Poem Gannet 11/7/2012
50. Grow A Happy Tree 9/1/2012
51. High Board 8/10/2012
52. Honour Killing? 8/25/2012
53. I Cry 10/19/2012
54. I Like Me! 8/12/2012
55. I Need A Mentor 8/21/2012
56. I Pinch But Flesh Does Not Answer 8/10/2012
57. Id And The Ego's 8/23/2012
58. Invest In Friends 8/11/2012
59. Invigilator Blues 5/16/2013
60. Invisible 12/3/2012
61. Jahan's Special Place 11/21/2012
62. January Acrostic (With Rhyme) 12/31/2012
63. Just A Load Of Silly Limericks About People I Know 10/7/2012
64. Lake Swimming 2/21/2013
65. Left Can'T Be Left Without Right 8/19/2012
66. Left Lobe Anxiety 12/9/2012
67. Longing A Banished Word! 10/1/2012
68. Make Friends 8/16/2012
69. Merry Christmas To All My Poet Pals! 12/25/2012
70. Messy Daughter 8/13/2012
71. Mind Over Matter 8/16/2012
72. Mirror Mirror 11/10/2012
73. Mother 8/10/2012
74. Mother And Daughter 9/1/2012
75. My First Sonnet One Sided Love. 11/6/2012
76. Nail Varnish Numpty 12/29/2012
77. Not In This Universe 9/19/2012
78. Notes 1/12/2013
79. On Your Pillow 9/25/2012
80. One Last Coffee 12/17/2012
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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Driftwood

Drift wood

Is this just 'fun' for you?
Coasting on the ride.
It's been deep here with me.
Now I'm  washed up in the tide.

Crashing over rocks.
Could you not just hold my hand.

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