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Here is some of my poetry. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 21:10:08 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13207-lunacy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13207-lunacy   Oh yes, Yes, I knew dear one, you were the moon oh-faced and slivering away night by night until .. gone I pray you back - tomorrow 14 times until you sang a song mouth full  of silent lyric - a name perhaps or none at all but the stars.  you leave again as I watch it is your nature to be new again Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Sat, 04 Feb 2012 23:21:46 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13200-un-named-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13200-un-named-poem I do not tremble, the hawk circles the mouse fulfills his destiny life becomes the public confession of blood on chin, and a screech   Shame becomes my latest epoch: We are forbidden to tongue the reeds blow the seeds, eat the frogs alive so that their legs still twitch as they slide down into our bellies.   I do not weep, the cloud slides away the sun becomes a symbol of fate life floats down the the murky river like beaver bones on a current, hidden below   Generosity fades like cheer on penalty of breath. We do not dare enunciate our demons, pronounce them, whisper them like prayers. We are lost, that is the giggle, the chuckle, the laugh ... more Stephan Anstey Lost in Search of Bleaching Bones Sat, 28 Jan 2012 07:17:15 GMT /section-823-lost-in-search-of-bleaching-bones#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13200 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13200 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13200 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13198-thank-god-it-s-friday https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13198-thank-god-it-s-friday I dream the week in shades of sledge hammer in hues of concrete cracked and shattered. I dream each day in shards of glass stammering out all of these things that never mattered. Months become glorious battles and years become endless wars with faceless enemies. Moments become bullets without any gun but fear and I wonder if I should wander through my destinies mouth agape or eyes closed. These are the sacred rites celebrated minute by minute in every broken heart the religion of passions and needs and soft nights - time celebrated for kind instruction served in part by callous destruction. The breaking down of man to bones, to dust to the smaller things we understand. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 16:26:52 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13198 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13198 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13198 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13197-his-song-for-a-summer-day https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13197-his-song-for-a-summer-day a purple martin wings along the summer day until it believes it is almost autumn enough. the lady pretends she is a martin too the wind picks up and the memory of purple hangs around an creaking birch on the edge of a glade the bird is gone. the lady pretends she is gone too while she sits under the tree  waiting for a purple martin or that man or maybe just herself. Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:44:51 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13197 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13197 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13197 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13196-crazy-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13196-crazy-love She wears a live lemur on her head like a knit hat, and sings about her toejam She tells stories about a man who ate cheese melted over the bodies of his enemies She pretends she is a police officer searching for a woman who stole an apple She pretends she is a woman who stole an apple searching for a police officer to catch her She says, "He left me ... he left me... i loved him and he left me." But she never cries that would be crazy. Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:43:28 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13196 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13196 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13196 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13195-inevitable-questions-of-a-name https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13195-inevitable-questions-of-a-name SAmantha is a tattooey sort of name,  though, I had a cat named Samantha  without a single tattoo - only a scar where she caught her leg in a 'coon trap. If my name were Samantha, I'd have 7 tattoos -  one for each continent, and a pet monkey named Arturo.  I'd have the artist use food coloring instead of ink - because, really,  I'm just a walking talking dinner for a hungry lion, and I'd hate for him to think my tattoos were in bad taste. If my name were Samantha - though it's not - I'd walk around with a mariachi band playing the theme song to "Bewitched." I'd do this every day until people couldn't stop humming that stupid tune. Until, they wondered why, why does he do that? And they'd ask "Why for God's sake did his mother name him Samantha?" She'd just say, "Well, we thought he was a girl,  and once you name them there's no turning back - You know how tattoos are." ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:32:12 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13195 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13194-a-close-examination-of-an-older-painting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13194-a-close-examination-of-an-older-painting "Peace," he tells her as they sip red wine and look at a painting she painted before she was this woman in a black dress. "Peace has nothing to do with words," he points at the top corner where the orange touches the dark bright blue. "Peace is where all the colors stand alone and together - as one picture - one possibility -  of men daring to love in the face of an angry brush stroke." She says nothing, but takes another sip. "Perhaps, peace is more than that?" she asks. "No," he says, "No. It is that.  Just that." Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:27:09 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13194 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13193-for-a-kiss https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13193-for-a-kiss a red star tickles the end  of the world or the end  of a branch on giant baobab you ask me, "who are you my friend? why do you look at me like that?" in the water we hear the quiet of a crocodile waiting in the thick mud you ask me, "what do you want my friend? why do you look  at me like that?" in the dessert a bushman sips water from a an ostrich egg it is no time to dream as the cool air comes again  I say nothing as I touch your cheek, "Who am I, my darling? Why do I look at you this way?" And I laugh. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:26:16 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13193 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13193 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13193 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13192-watching-the-kids-perform https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13192-watching-the-kids-perform We are all doctors here, wise in the ways of kindness. We are all chemists, all physicists, all philosophers. We are all poets here. Watch the boys, Watch the girl, watch the stage Watch them dance. Watch them become you word by word, touch by touch, dream by dream and love by love. We are all priests here, learn'ed in the ways of faith. We are all all athletes, we are all novelists, we are all historians. We are all artists here.  Watch the boys, Watch the girl, watch the stage Watch them play, Watch them become you step by step, song by song, day by day and love by love. We are all human here, wise in the ways of love. We are all beautiful. All brilliant. All passionate. We are all poets here. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:22:52 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13192 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9562-the-distance-between-a-lemon https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9562-the-distance-between-a-lemon     eleven icecubes suspended indefinitely in the heat of conversation and a crystal glass the moment is fluid the bouquet rustic and knowledge inappropriate a grape wth skinned knees bends around the idea of words and sweet citrus the evening is damp the taste daring and knowledge carnal a seed breaks between teeth between the pink of tongues and no lemon grows the moment is fluid the fingers lucid and knowledge secret anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Fri, 27 Jan 2012 04:22:15 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9562 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13190-regarding-the-math https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13190-regarding-the-math Please, if you will, indulge me.  Let me reveal to you the simple math involved in a chocolate chip cookie and a good friendship - you see it's easy. Fractions - that's what you need to know. A quarter of this a half of that,  It's never a whole - it's always incremental. Now, if you're looking for me to define the equation so you can solve the riddle then you're asking the wrong man - no I'm asking you to judge for yourself.  I'm asking you to consider the salt, the sugar the soda the flour, the butter, the vanilla - I'm asking you to really think about  the soul, the heart, the smile, the touch, the aching desperate fractions that get all mixed up until it's impossible to tell how it will work out until you let it all become half-backed. The only clues I can give you are these: set the value of hate to zero remember that some infinities are greater  than others - love is one of those. and there is always the one. the one that multiplies you and gives you your identity. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:53:18 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13190 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13189-friendship-in-a-bucket https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13189-friendship-in-a-bucket Steve and Jill went up a hill but not til days had broken Jill sat down with quite a frown and Steve left it all unspoken Jill and Steve (both quite peeved) discussed the art of quiet As Steve stood there sadly aware "God, I need to diet" Jill spoke soft as sordid sin "A man is not his belly" Steve just then said, "Still, again, it should not shake like jelly." Steve and Jill came down the hill until dread night had broken Steve too mad, and Jill so glad to be friends agiggling and a jokin' Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:52:31 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13189 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13188-little-girl-and-a-big-shake-up https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13188-little-girl-and-a-big-shake-up So, this is the echo of a thousand miles the thick cold sweet laughter of a shake dripping from the ceiling, and the smiles of a little beauty - what am I to make of these facts? Poetry is a simple matter  of words on souls - either with careful pen or (more often) a careless splatter a father asks, explain to me again how these moments are the best of times - how the facts of why we did not kill her dead are the reasons more often than the rhymes and a dozen years from now will be still unsaid The sugars will decay into a stink of must as her beauty grows.. in this - please.. trust. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:51:50 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13188 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13188 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13188 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13187-every-friendship-is-apocalypse-we-laugh https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13187-every-friendship-is-apocalypse-we-laugh Suppose Awkward were a religion,  you and I would see eachother  every week at church.  Suppose Silly were a hymn,  no one would ever sing so loud as us. And yet, were is your faith? You are afraid of words?  Tim Gunn has not had sex in 29 years, he said it, he said it proudly. As if there is no awkward in celibacy no silly in a life lived on a television screen. Suppose courage were a smile, you and I could be more brave than brave. Have faith, every word calls you friend every hand reaches out to lift you up - Sing loudly my friend. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:51:06 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13187 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13187 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13187 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13186-road-trip-for-the-sake-of-philosophy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13186-road-trip-for-the-sake-of-philosophy Kennesaw seems a haul from here,  but man, how I love your lies, It has to be  worth the trip to go with you down at Stone MounTain. I know you lie, this is why I love you. This is why I want to join you and conquer the slickery stone the shady spots where moss will grow come spring, This is why I reach out, I ask you for your hand and pull you up to look out I know you lie, this is why we must laugh, This is why I want to scream with you of Kant and calamity, of words and meaning, of knowledge and truth, of beauty and the art of deconstructing motorcycles as metaphors.  One day, I know, my wheels will turn a million times and I will find myself in Georgia, with your name on my tongue, to speak the sunlight on Stone MounTain, to sing  Beethoven between the lines of the unwritten manuscript that is our friendship.  I know you lie, tonight in bed, laughing that I am a man writing a poem for you, about love and philosophy and nothing at all but us, laughing on a mountainside.  I know you lie, but still we must laugh. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:50:13 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13185-boys-at-heart https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13185-boys-at-heart In Tilton where the flakes fall fast I hear you laugh like Santa in my dreams We are young again, my friend, we are young and the nights are cold as this, but we dance with girls and glee and other things as pure as we were once - I hear you laugh In Tilton, where the snow is deep i see you smile, like January in my dreams We are young, so young again, my friend, we are young and the night has no moon or star, only those songs we can not forget, with girls, as we were one - I see you smile. In Tilton, where the ice is crisp I shake your hand, like yesterday in my dreams We are young again, my friend, we are so young and the night is dark, but we are not as we dance with snowflakes, a hungry raccoon, and other friends as happy as we are now - I smile as you drive away. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:48:44 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13185 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13185 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13185 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13184-superman https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13184-superman In action as the words, splash like your paint on your daughters laugh, I watch you smile as you walk by to take her home to play Adventure, no issues, only thought and dream and you seeming like the one true father of that little girl as she laughs, i watch you smile So brave, so bold, like your canvas,  sunlight, when she laughs, I watch you smile as you walk by to paint her life I watch you smile. Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:48:05 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13184 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13184 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13184 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13183-poets-together https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13183-poets-together I saw you once, in Boston City Hall  thinking about poetry and  the road you took from Cambridge (maybe I don't know) you were wearing shoes like any good traveler - looking at Ryk  as he spoke words about his little girl and love - perhaps in your heart you traveled back home to be with your father for a moment (maybe i don't know) you were half-smiling when you got up to read your poem about jazz - improvisation - (maybe ) you  (i don't know) wandering off after  the microphone went off, no chosen path,  only Boston and perhaps one day the chance you might arrive. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:47:30 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13183 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13182-angels https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13182-angels When Gabriel blows his horn, I Hear you scream, "QUIET" quietly because you love him too much to bear - the walls crumbling Jericho, you think, you think and fall Oh Gabriel, you blow too soon, wait wait the night will come and wait, wait my love! When Gabriel sings and Michael swings his sword, I hear you scream, "STOP!" loudly because you love him too much to bear - the Archangel knows only God and Holy  Vengeance - pity he who wishes he were man. Oh Gabriel, you sing too soft, louder, louder the day will came for quiet, louder louder, my love! Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 27 Jan 2012 03:45:57 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13182 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13182 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13182 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13181-mis-sed-writing https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13181-mis-sed-writing last rage (or melancholy - if she is) in the peanuts in the peanuts - a assaulted - first the (loud) scream (smearing) rage in the broken stick - the rod - the spared the unspared rib broken, the (branch hit) bolt of light ning the ( in parentheses) mis (used) treated to the last rites, the rights, the rights we left - she (sees) left - rage and angel ... (wings) broken. Another - frog - legs eaten. We again we again being we again. Rage, rage, and the peanuts (long ago) roasted. all naked (dowsing for) almost. all most. I do not lie(lay) - south africa, you are my (once) home afrikaans (still, I remember nothing) spoken in charliebrown in my memory. rage, rage and the melon bitter - melanin (lost, for gotten) oh friend, I did not lie (about love) it is too much to return, to unreturn, to beat them away - rage, peanuts, the divine the sublime, the seraphim in blue denim jacket, in dungarees, what is left un(er appreciated)(known)(wanted) said, is left is right is the sacred rite ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:21:28 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13181 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13181 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13181