Biography of Stevie Taite
I am just starting out. I write for me mostly (I think way too much and this serves as an outlet for my very busy mind) . It is fun to share to see if anyone gets anything from them, like a sparked memory, a giggle or some sort of connection. They are nothing amazing, compared to many on here! But I enjoy writing them and to me, that is all that should really matter. X
Stevie Taite Poems
A Lesson On Poetry From My Five Year Old
I sat in bed one morning With a note pad on my knee When in wondered my Charlie And he snuggled up to me
The Making Of The Moon
The moon was born with Earth they say Two vortex, large and small Of gas and dusty nebula And gravitation's pull
Drunk And Disorganised
I tried to write a poem whilst drunk I thunk and I thunk which is hard when you're drunk
Just A Load Of Silly Limericks About Peo...
I know young lady called Dee Who lived in a bubblegum tree She savoured the view Whilst big bubbles she blew
Autumn 's Waking Mutants!
When Autumn knocks and hangs his leafy coat up by the door Drifting slowly in and leaving footprints on the floor He drags along behind him his dormant pathogens The central heating shakes them and their Summer slumber ends
Mirror mirror You tell lies Who put crows feet Round my eyes?
My mother Once was The centre On my circle maker
Exception To The Rule
'I' before 'e' except after 'c' Im afraid that rule wasn't helpful to me! I'm deficient at spelling and find it absurd The incomprehensible weirdness of words
Showing My Bladder Who's Boss!
Oh what an annoyance It happens to be When my bladder, at night Wakes me up for a wee
Some poems are simplistic They don't wear cryptic lipstick They never try to force it
She Wants To Swim
She wants to swim I feel her pulling at my surface In her cage, stirring The waters lap to torment her chagrin
True North Moral compass calibrator Degrees decrees unsettle me
Pink Or Blue?
She asked Do you want a drink? I said yes I do I think.... How much do I owe
My First Sonnet One Sided Love.
O heart! Resting in a cloud like breast, Listen what says my heart in my chest. Thy door close, thy ear and eyes shut, Open them, Feel hear and see, the cut.
To this point in time the ride had been rough
But the demand on posture to counter the motion would be forgotten
As impatience fermented foretaste
We took the detour,
Passed crisp, transparent slopes
Where mostly water fell into man made lakes
And the now distant mountains, with their treacherous descent would become
Embellished with a layer of illusory snow