Today begins National Poetry Month and during April, I will once again write (or attempt to write) a poem a day. Here is my first poem to kick things off. Majestic Empire From the ashes of old, a republic slain in blood and hubris to rise anew on columns of marble ... Continue Reading →
So we come to the end of another National Poetry month, and I leave you with a poem short, and sweet... one standing triumphant satisfaction first © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
Fractured Vision Predict sound bytes, troglodytes, new age, that alternate spin Hunkered down against parasites may the unaware world begin New age, that alternate spin disregard inconvenient veracity May the unaware world begin on the coattails of hapless audacity Disregard inconvenient veracity, hunkered down against parasites On the coattails of hapless audacity predict sound bytes,... Continue Reading →
To You Alone To you alone I write pen my thoughts and heart Here, alone, at night Faithful words, yet, finite my love’s flawless art To you alone I write My emotions, they take flight round and round they dart Here, alone, at night I still love you, oh, despite betrayal and worlds apart To... Continue Reading →
Roses Are Red Roses are red, my love, soft crimson or scarlet The colour of velvet wine so cloying like blood I remember the red rain that night petals falling And the half open window, breeze fluttering spattered curtains Roses are red, my love bang, bang you’re dead © A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights... Continue Reading →
Be Afraid of the Dark 