Stevie Taite

Rookie (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

81. One Year A Tree Day 9/22/2012
82. Our Auntie Maggie (Roundeau) 2/25/2013
83. Our Craft (Haiku) 10/10/2012
84. Payal Limerick 10/2/2012
85. Pictures From Bama 11/16/2012
86. Pink Or Blue? 8/17/2012
87. Poetic Licence 9/9/2012
88. Poor Little Pinkies 9/17/2012
89. Pop Fairy 4/16/2013
90. Positivity 8/31/2012
91. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 1/18/2013
92. Product Appeal 8/11/2012
93. Promises 8/17/2012
94. Putting Computers In Their Place 8/20/2012
95. Reclining Nude 8/31/2012
96. Regeneration 1/22/2013
97. Response To A Great Poem About Spiders 10/20/2012
98. Return Journey Blues 4/12/2013
99. Riptide 1/26/2013
100. Root Erosion 1/8/2013
101. Rose Tinted Glasses 8/15/2012
102. Ruby Ruby Honeytip 11/24/2012
103. Saved 9/13/2012
104. School Pick Up Haiku 10/9/2012
105. Seale Limerick 10/1/2012
106. Sealed 9/17/2012
107. She Wants To Swim 12/22/2012
108. Showing My Bladder Who's Boss! 11/25/2012
109. Shy 4/20/2013
110. Sides, Edges And Vertices Edited 11/17/2012
111. Sky Fall 4/25/2013
112. Snowflakes 1/19/2013
113. Splinters And Fragments 1/15/2013
114. Stark 10/28/2012
115. Stark (5,3,1 Structure For Gulsher: -) 11/2/2012
116. Stillborn 1/7/2013
117. Stupid 1/22/2013
118. Surrealism 8/31/2012
119. Sweet Obsession 12/15/2012
120. 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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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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