pappy, father, poetry, steven humphreys

Why can't life be happy like a loving pappy mommy brothers sisters make it snappy life is too short for all this unhappy crappy without sounding too sappy erase all the bad bring on the good be nice if everything was easier and better understood not so sad without all this trouble maybe I possibly …


Days and nights of wine

days and nights of wine, poetry, love, steven humphreys

Drunken memories of thou sweet winebibber a bequeath of fragrant flowers flavors and aromas lifted thine spirit saving us both in the nick of time floating in glass like its cork lies our bared souls many a time tilted but no wine turned sour between us! it sweetened that much more with every sip by …

My yearbook

my yearbook, poetry, steven humphreys, nostalgia, regret, youth

Didn't buy a high school yearbook someone wise said 'I'd regret it someday' I didn't hate school not in the beginning my first year of high school I was involved in track and cross-country in my sophomore year I don't know why but sometime later in high school I started hating school for some reason …


throughout time, poetry, steven humphreys, pets, dogs, cats

Talk outside midnight air profess your love toast with wine to one living soul who cares no man amongst us listens no man hears but his own thoughts your own ears hear your words of love they echo in the distance lost in time shout them out in stillness prime time look deeply into the …

Shadow of the cat

shadow of the cat, poetry, steven humphreys

Shadow of the cat an honest heart crept under shutters of your window against the spotlight moon resides in your soul clawing at your feet under covers his sermon a child in the world this little actor bequeaths his whole vocation an innocent soul relinquishing affection of immensity a benediction

A father’s love

a father's love, father's day

To those who never had a father's love it's absence meant everything. it is what changed their world forever. and, to those who were fortunate enough to receive it in abundance you had been molded by it making you into the person you are like the molded clay who knows not the significance of its maker