Stevie Taite

Rookie - 78 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

1. Friday Night 8/9/2012
2. I Pinch But Flesh Does Not Answer 8/10/2012
3. High Board 8/10/2012
4. Converse 8/10/2012
5. Product Appeal 8/11/2012
6. Invest In Friends 8/11/2012
7. Messy Daughter 8/13/2012
8. Rose Tinted Glasses 8/15/2012
9. Make Friends 8/16/2012
10. Putting Computers In Their Place 8/20/2012
11. I Need A Mentor 8/21/2012
12. Id And The Ego's 8/23/2012
13. Honour Killing? 8/25/2012
14. Left Can'T Be Left Without Right 8/19/2012
15. Surrealism 8/31/2012
16. Grow A Happy Tree 9/1/2012
17. Time For A Break 9/7/2012
18. There Once Was A Poet Called Thomas 10/1/2012
19. Seale Limerick 10/1/2012
20. Payal Limerick 10/2/2012
21. Longing A Banished Word! 10/1/2012
22. Pictures From Bama 11/16/2012
23. A To Z Of A Body Completing Demanding Exercise. 11/18/2012
24. Unkept 2/20/2013
25. Unkept (Remastered To Be True To The Roundel Format.) 2/21/2013
26. King Henry's Roast Pig 7/18/2015
27. Serpentine 7/6/2016
28. Fishing 8/21/2012
29. Mind Over Matter 8/16/2012
30. Positivity 8/31/2012
31. Fetal And Folded 9/11/2012
32. Angels Fall 9/2/2012
33. There Once Was A Valerie D 10/1/2012
34. The Day After The Pillow Write 9/26/2012
35. School Pick Up Haiku 10/9/2012
36. Feel Sad For Me 8/10/2012
37. Promises 8/17/2012
38. Reclining Nude 8/31/2012
39. Call Time 8/20/2012
40. Invigilator Blues 5/16/2013
Best Poem of Stevie Taite

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

He said, 'You writing poems?
We are learning that at school
I know a lot about them'
I said, 'Really mate, how cool'

He stared at me intently
As he stretched out on the bed
His legs crossed at the ankle
And a hand propped up his head

After I had sorted through
And read back what I'd penned
He slid off of the bed
And peered up at me from the end

He stayed there quite transfixed
It kinda put me off my flow
I looked over...

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Friday Night

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

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