Biography of Steven Rodgers
Avid Writer/Student/Waiter. I have lived in New York City for the past five years. Though, Buffalo is home. I study Liberal Arts now in Kingsborough Community College in Brooklyn. I will be studying History at the University at Buffalo next term, with hopes to attend their School of Law thereafter.
Steven Rodgers Poems
Some say it is the simple things, In life that count the most, To share a moment with one friend, Instead of with a host,
Forever Is Not So Long
Do not hope, for hope's sake, Or dream to steal away, The harshness of reality, The cruelness of a day.
A Better Place
'Daddy, where's mom? Where did she go? I need her here today. I miss her lots, she has to know, That everything's okay.'
Truth In Time
I once knew a man, An honest man, a decent man, He told me of a time to come, A time of understanding,
Troubled Times And Troubled Souls
Troubled minds and troubled souls, In troubled times as far as troubled goes. There they are to be or not, And there they'll remain.
The Bluejay's Song
Upon the cusp of light and dark, good and evil, night and day. The carefree notes drift down from the lone bluejay. Is it a tune sorrow? Bespeaking compassion and heartache for the damage wrought by the passing dark. Perhaps one of hope, eternal hope in the promise of the rising sun. Not this jay. This jay in night and day sings only of love
Keep Her Safe
Of the bold and brave that legends tell, The heroes of an age, Of soldiers fought and fared so well, Whose stories stole the stage,
Goodbye, Farewell, Adieu
To so longs and farewells, To goodbye and adieu, To saying this a million times, And in saying it to you.
One Hand Washes The Other
One hand washes the other, Both hands wash the face. Is it dangerous to think? Perhaps old fashioned.
Shackled In The Sun
Tender in its mire, Soft, true to form, Center of desire, A soft and gentle fire.
Paper Coffee Cup
The paper coffee cup, Rattling it calls upon the many, It peers and pleads and begs, And groans for just a penny,
Just In Case
Should the day go by, Should I not say, How I feel about you, In every single way,
The Day's Plans Go Awry
It's wet out there, the rain rolls in, The day's plans go awry, It's wet out there, the rain rolls in, The tears that God must cry.
Wisdom Of The Old
They say youth is wasted on the young, I say wisdom on the old, They say courage is wasted on the weak, I think strength is on the bold,
Shackled In The Sun
Tender in its mire,
Soft, true to form,
Center of desire,
A soft and gentle fire.
We reach, we strive,
Shackled in the sun,
Never alive, never alive,
For us to thrive.
Of the captured pair,
Never there, never there,
Lest they're caught unaware.