Biography of Andrew Stimatze
A musician and artist by heart, a chemist by day and poet by night, my whole life has been an easel. I submit glimpses of color through poetry.
Andrew Stimatze's Works:
One of my poems, Conscience, appears in the 2013 publication 'Stars In Our Hearts' by the World Poetry Movement.
Andrew Stimatze Poems
Think Of Me
Think of me when darkness nears with tingling fingertips. Remember my hand, gloved and smooth, upon your crimson lips. Don’t forget the time we had, it wasn’t all for naught. The best week of my life it was, a sauna moist and hot.
I want to apologize if I coerced you into eating dirt when we were kids. You were young, impressionable and didn’t those mud bowls need lids?
Stumbling through this life so far I haven’t got a clue How you got to where you are, your dreams or favorite hue. I wasn’t there when growing up the others made you cry.
Lifted spirits with one word Wiping tears as never occurred Expose the future free, unbounded You are far away.
I didn’t set out to impress Though maybe I did charm I didn’t mean to cause distress I really meant no harm
Walking down the street today I almost had a fall My eyes caught hold of amazing legs about 5’8” tall. I tripped upon a sidewalk crack and almost had a spill If you’d seen me flailing around you’d have thought me ill.
Early up and down the stairs Cream on oatmeal grandma prepares Summer’s blast will be here soon “Til then we’ll sing a driving tune
I never saw him turn away, or stifle any thought. Virginia knew him best of all, since back when she was hot. I was part of the Mercer troupe when summers I’d impose To visit them in Wichita. “Okay, go pack your clothes.”
I never saw him turn away, or stifle any thought.
Virginia knew him best of all, since back when she was hot.
I was part of the Mercer troupe when summers I’d impose
To visit them in Wichita. “Okay, go pack your clothes.”
Trouble he knew well enough with three kids of his own.
In looking back it was quite a feat to open up his home.
For here was yet another boy with worries, faults and questions.
(I wanted him to be my Dad and give me some direction.)