Stephen Gregory Poems

Limp little plant, almost a bud
Simple petal, soft not bright
Will beauty live
Survive the night
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All the looks, the way you feel
The eyes that fall, the hands that will
The touch that won’t
A back, a chin
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What happens to?
Those sleep filed nights
That stops before the dawn
On mornings of that day…
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He got to be bi-polar, schizoid or something
Living on the street that way
Connecticut, near the circle, his beat
Neither forlorn, nor left alone long
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go back...you say
to good 'ole days'
'ole boys' and fools repeat
ad infinite, it seems
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Slow Down Heart

A little bit of something
I s
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Swell as it may be
To see you
Long as it may take
To get there
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Somebody loved me
From deep inside
Where all is dark and angels hide
Somebody took me
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Those sticks…

Well since it’s the day after Memorial Day
The first day of summer
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12 souls at 7: 00 pm

The party was in its second day
Or it was the second day of the party
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