Stevie Taite

Rookie - 318 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Where's My Pen? - Poem by Stevie Taite

Prolific poet pen
Mind exploding
Needs unloading
Again again again 

There and then is how
For if not
Will be forgot
They live in the now 

Cares not what the hour
I need that pen
By morning will turn sour

Like conceiving new
Embryo made
Idea laid 
Pen made sure it grew.

Paper not a must
Back of hand
Will do grand
On my skin I trust.

Comments about Where's My Pen? by Stevie Taite

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/25/2012 12:10:00 PM)

    Isn't it funny where it has to pour out of you and be decanted before you can sleep properly: -) (Report) Reply

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  • (10/11/2012 1:46:00 PM)

    I have had many an idea, not being able to jot it down, a word, sentence and then forgot it...good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (8/30/2012 12:12:00 AM)

    This would have been me, before my iPhone notes app. I would definatwly have written on my skin not to lose an idea. Now I just have to worry about waking my dear husband up with the light from the screen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

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