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What Are You Saving Yourself For?

You hesitate to say hello – To that girl or boy, To the stranger needing help, You think twice about some invitation – Another day, another time perhaps. You aren’t ready, least not today What with this and that, you have to do. And so that chance you should have taken, Has flown, has gone, has disappeared. What are you saving your little self for? … Continue reading What Are You Saving Yourself For?

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The Stars Want Her Back

When I first got to know her, She was fully formed. A woman with life, and humour and Dreams. And in the gaps between the dark times, She talks about her dreams, And all the reasons they never happened. But now we have a fight on our hands, For she is slowly leaking back Bit by bit, thought by thought, To where she came from. … Continue reading The Stars Want Her Back

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My Favourite Thought

You are my favourite thought, favourite smile, favourite life, You’re my first thing in the morning and my last thing at night, When I speak to other souls, it is you in my head, I long for you beside me, I dream of you in bed.   You are my favourite thought, favourite day, favourite night, When I stumble through darkness, you carry the light … Continue reading My Favourite Thought

How I Was

It was only a few short summers between my mother asking, ‘how I was’ and her asking ‘who I was’. It was only the briefest of moments between telling a friend, ‘See you soon’ and bowing my head in a farewell. It seems only days between being a child and looking after one, Between laughing and shouting, ‘I’m old’ and being old. Surely the moon … Continue reading How I Was

The Street With No Name

She lived on a street with no name; the street that is, not her. She was called Conchita and she had spent all her life on the no-name street. When she was young, her mother took her to a fair and there they met a fortune-teller who said that Conchita would never know real happiness. Her mother crossed the woman’s palm with a silver coin … Continue reading The Street With No Name

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

Maybe Next Time

The next time, I’ll say ‘hi’ when that moment first arises The next time, I’ll cross the street before the trouble starts The next time, I won’t put the money on that horse that lost me everything The next time, I’ll go with whom I love rather than who you said I should The next time, I will tell you that I’m unhappy and not … Continue reading Maybe Next Time

Be Happy, Pal

Be happy, pal, Don’t just Smile for others The years are eaten up that way, And the emptiness will lie beyond When those you smile to Go away.   I know you’re young And won’t have time To understand what I have to say  – Just don’t Sell your soul For the sake of others Accept yourself in every way.   bobby stevenson 2016 wee … Continue reading Be Happy, Pal

They Came Today, The Angels

They came today, the angels, My turn, they said, my turn, And me, a watcher of the clouds, Had seen them fly for years, up, up, up, Spied through the brown glass ceilings of this old house. Out there, they’d scratch and scrape and hunt the heavens, In wings of gabardine and gossamer, To search for souls, like me. They came today, the angels, Out … Continue reading They Came Today, The Angels

Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

FRANKIE Frankie never got to make a movie as a star She had to settle for standing at the back And waving to the troops, Or sometimes – smiling at the Romantic lead as he bought bananas from her. Frankie never got to make the movie of her life She just settled for standing back and being an Extra in everyone else’s.       … Continue reading Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

A Conversation On The Stairs

I think I knew it was him, just from the way he stood The sun was at his back as he quietly walked down the stairs The toes slightly facing in and his gait shifted forwards. The sun caught the dust dancing in eddies and whirlpools of light but I could see that the head was up and looking straight forward. That’s what confused me … Continue reading A Conversation On The Stairs