Stuart Newman

They say you should write about what you know... but If Socrates followed such advice, he would have written nothing. I never claim to be literate, or well read, of course like the masses i can fake some things, I know what quality is, and sometimes how to get it. I don't read many poems, but I do write as a creative release, and if you've read this far, you might wanna continue to have you minds' eye poked a little..... (some recent poems):


Uni - Just For Me


A flow of thinking,
To slow the drinking,
So low the sinking,
Just for me.

You’ve sown the seeding,
A shown misreading,
Lonesome misleading
Just for me.

A kinder wording,
A mind for herding,
Caged my learning,
Just for me.

Taken my money,
Make hay if it’s sunny
Isn’t that funny?
Just for me.

Shaken my spirits,
It’s not for the thrill it’s…
Something else ‘n’ it’s,
All…Just for me.




A Perfect World

Rest in peace rationality,
Everyone’s willing to sue,
‘Invest in peace, apparently’;
If only that were true.

In jest we speak inherently,
At best we learn to be true,
‘Invest in people, apparently’
The future’s in people, who knew?

We’ve lost all the morality,
But we’d never decide on that,
‘Invest in the future, apparently’
Am I the only one smelling a rat?

People! Try to think with clarity,
You don’t need to follow the herd,
Ideally there’s no need for charity,
A perfect world. How absurd.


Challenge

I’m all for the pleasant,
Not everything has to challenge
It can stroke too.

I’m all for the balance,
Not everything has to challenge,
It can provoke too.

I’m all for the talents,
Not everything has to challenge,
It can evoke too.

I’m all for the “haven’ts”
Not everyone has balance
I can assure you.


T. H.

I’m not in the mood to go jumping through hoops,
Or make words jumping off of the page,
I’m not in the place of contentment or hope,
It’s all I’ve got to stop feeding the rage.

I’m not in the game of playing my rules,
I get jealous of myself all the time,
I write poems one way, and I can’t get away,
Downwards, continued decline.

All I want is simple and there,
But I can’t fight myself anymore,
True hopeless is knowing this game,
True hopeless is knowing the blame,
True hopeless is knowing insane,
True hopeless.
True hopeless.
True pain.

Now if you're here, you've either jumped to the end, because you prefer the twittering of this guy (me) rather than the poetry, or you couldn't be bothered to read them, or something else entirely. I don't claim they all work perfectly, sometimes they do, other times, well. hmm.... but I may post some more, or not, I'm not sure, many more can be gotten from me if you ask nicely :) maybe.....

peace out. (or something equally liberal as to not offend anyone. I'm afraid to breathe these days, don't wanna offend an asthmatic)

S. N.
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