Steph N. Janusz Poems

I walk a different path
To convert you is not my way
I walk a different path
Please hear what I say
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A poet lives!
To bring his or her thoughts
to the page, for others
to read.
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The choices I make
Are mine alone.
Not for you to
condemn nor condone.
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Darkest night of the soul,
The teenage years take their toll.
Constantly trying to fit in,
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Come y'all goblins and ghouls
And corpses in the sod.
Now is your chance,
You will learn to dance
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Rage! Rage at the injustice done,
To our people at home, in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Rage at the ignorance and fear;
A chaplain recalled and denied transfer.
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In a dream
I am climbing a mountain.
No rope as aid,
Just my own hands
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Time keeps tick ticking,
Slipping away from me.
Minutes slip into hours,
Hours to days, days to weeks
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If we asked for the moon,
would you give it?
An outrageous request,
you would say.
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In the garden my brothers, sisters and I planted,
In the garden where we play,
In the garden where we laugh and pray,
In the garden a memorial stands,
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