Steph N. Janusz Poems

The choices I make
Are mine alone.
Not for you to
condemn nor condone.
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A poet lives!
To bring his or her thoughts
to the page, for others
to read.
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I walk a different path
To convert you is not my way
I walk a different path
Please hear what I say
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Time keeps tick ticking,
Slipping away from me.
Minutes slip into hours,
Hours to days, days to weeks
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If we asked for the moon,
would you give it?
An outrageous request,
you would say.
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In the garden my brothers, sisters and I planted,
In the garden where we play,
In the garden where we laugh and pray,
In the garden a memorial stands,
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written in memory of my Aunt Rose Mary from her point of view

A long journey home
It is from birth to death
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Written from the point of view of the deceased brother of my dad's friend

From above
The call has come
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I should care less about clocks
and their artificial division of days
into hours, minutes, and seconds
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