3 poems from Stephen Allen : Guilty, The Thunder Rolls, All the Same (c) Stoic Poetry


The wind caresses my ears
Speaking of distant hopes and fears
Of humanity that has gone awry 
Of those who have given up the try

Are we destined to forever fail?
To live a life where all must wail
Was this always part of the plan
It cannot be the eternal lot of man

If we are made guilty by design
There must be some kind of sign
A key to the changing of our ways
Or forever like this we will stay

The Thunder Rolls

  Beating a rhythm 
  Of time before time
  Primal power

  The engine of the world
  Turning over
  Flash and crack
  The spark of life 

  Igniting the atmosphere 
  In the dark of night
  creations cradle
  births the coming day

All the Same

Hands shaking quiet and cold
Always so defiant and bold
Never mind what we do
Never mind what we say

What you feel in your skin
Shivers down your spine
There is no one to blame
And we are all the same

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Stephen Allen

Bio: Stephen Allen was born and raised in Northern Ireland before relocating to Canada.
I have lived in the US and currently reside in Austria.

I have a novel and a poetry book self published, as well as several short stories. (Amazon KDP)

I also have a blog on WordPress; Through The cracked Window (revisited) 

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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