Dec 19, 2017 | Advent, Bible Story, Corona, Gus Stevens, Letters to the Churches, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Hold fast to what you have until I come. You have the look of one who is alive but the tips of your fingers have grown numb and leprous white; you are dead. Now strive to wake from this unfeeling ruined dream. You slumber though a thief is at your door whose fiery...
Dec 18, 2017 | Advent, Bible Story, Corona, Gus Stevens, Letters to the Churches, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Though the poor suffer, they receive a crown. But others wear their crowns today in Rome and sit upon the thrones of your grey town where Balaam and the idols make their home. My children, build no temples here of stone but live instead as lightly as a bird who...
Dec 17, 2017 | Advent, Bible Story, Corona, Gus Stevens, Letters to the Churches, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Those who have ears to hear, let them hear. A boy saw his young neighbor steal his bike so he followed him home to put the fear of God in him. But the house was much like his own, only it seemed colder, no coal for winter, and the man who opened the door made his son...
Nov 19, 2017 | Autumn, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Pentameter, Seasons
Where is warmth and where can the light be found? These days, the workers put in longer hours than the sun who goes too soon to sleep. All the leaves, once bright, now have dulled and browned with the sunken gourds and withered flowers to feed the molds and mushrooms...
Aug 31, 2017 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Irregular Rhyme, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme
**Play this Audio while reading** Also don’t read if you care about SPOILERS. The rebel lords of this place must call me “your grace” And let me replace a dragon to the throne, see how they’ve grown. You hear the hooves, I make the moves with...
