Friday, October 27, 2006


Gather the unspoken words;
send them all to my heart.

There, they may hide themselves,
birds that need fly no further.

Let them rest, one season of storm;
Spring will call each to its home.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

in the form of a sijo (more or less)

Sunday, October 22, 2006


I fell in love with her
before we ever met;
that’s the way things happen
on the internet.
When she posted pictures,
I was truly sold,
even if that photo
was all of ten years old.

My imagination
started to grow active;
with each passing daydream,
she seemed more attractive.
I knew I had to meet her,
I knew I had to go,
even if she lived
far off in Idaho.

I’ve found an online lover,
what a gem to discover!
Though she lives far away,
I’ll meet her some day!
I’ve found an online lover!

I bought a one-way ticket,
sold my single-wide,
just so I could meet her
and make her my bride.
She showed up at the airport,
her young’ns all in tow;
she must’ve had a dozen
lined up in a row.

My enthusiasm
soon began to lag;
the children were all monsters,
my true love was a hag!
She liked to chew tobacco,
spent my money non-stop,
and her jealous ex
was a large and angry cop.

I lost my online lover;
I judged her by her cover!
She lives far away
and I hope that she will stay!
I lost my online lover!

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Yeah, another silly song from Steve.

Saturday, October 21, 2006


It’s all quite well to be writer
but I’d rather be a fighter,
lay out opponents with my left hook
instead of sparring with a book.

I’ve tried to shuffle like Ali
but shuffling papers is it for me;
and though my jabs are with a pen,
I hope a punch lands now and then!

Oh, perhaps it’s just as well
that I chose not to answer the bell;
an author deals with black and white
while one is black and blue, post-fight.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

I coulda been a contender...

I abide
in a monastery
of the heart

my vow kept
by silence

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


I have been angry –
angry with my god
and with myself.

And anger has been
my two-edged sword,
defending me,

cutting me apart.
Shall I lay down
the weapon I forged

in darkness?
Shall I make war
no more upon god

and self? My soul
is without defense:
do as you will.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

a bit of revisiting of older themes and forms for me

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


I was temptation, the very fruit
your father had forbidden you.
Who, then, played the snake in Eden?
Single minded, simple minded,
I could not see that, also, was I,
hissing songs only I understood.

Once, swift angels of your gate
knew me as friend; they have flown
away with all my keys, no longer
bearing swords nor baring teeth.
What need when I exiled myself
so thoroughly from Paradise?

I shall remain a wanderer,
driven from the gates of dawn,
the rising sun of your farewell kiss.
This garden, grown as guarded as I,
is closed to me and to my heart’s
children for all their generations.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

Sunday, October 08, 2006

or, All About Princes

I. Wands

It's too late, you know;
everyone's gone home
and your coach is a pumpkin.
The prince slipped out with both
your step-sisters, saying
he digs girls with big feet.
Magic wands don't do
the job anymore, kid.

II. Kiss

Think, before you kiss
that sleeper awake, young prince.
Think of happiness.
Might not she be better so
than married to the first
guy who wandered in?
Most times, it's wise to let
sleeping princesses lie.

III. Hair

Your mom had a thing
for fresh produce. Is
that why you have such

a healthy head of hair?
Nothing like a good
start, despite what witches

and towers bring later. Let it
down and catch a prince.

IV. Apple

So you choked on another
one, did you? Nothing
to say other than

there are a lot of poison
apples out there this year.
Sleep on and I will be

all seven dwarfs until
your next prince rides by.

V. Straw

Maybe that little guy
would make a good father
to your first born. Did you

consider that? Better
than your husband with
his greedy spinning wheels.

Growing up a prince
is overrated, anyway.

Stephen Brooke © 2003, 2006

The first two of these were written three years ago and have been posted before, the other three just recently. Maybe I'll have more in another three years.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

A pair of lightweight poems:


I could write a tune
and use your name
but I never liked
those songs built
on girls’ names, Diana
or Suzanne.

Maybe Michelle’s okay
but I don’t
sing well in French, not
that it stopped Paul.
Anyway, all my songs
are about you

and I couldn’t go
calling them all
by the same name,
now could I?
Not unless I used
numbers, too.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

I really don't like songs based on girls' names! :)


Where do you travel, this fine day?
I but seek to find my way.

May I journey by your side?
As you wish; the road is wide.

Would you let me take your hand?
You may ask but not demand.

Then, if I kissed you, would you cry?
To find out you need but try.

Will you love me if I love you?
Only if you love me true.

And if false my love should be?
I would surely set you free.

But if I should beg your pardon?
Once betrayed, my heart must harden.

What if my pleas were filled with passion?
Oh, but that is all the fashion.

If I love you will you love me?
Your love must be as deep as the sea.

What must I give to prove my love?
Give yourself; it is enough.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

I just came across the 'Pregunta' form, these rhymed question/answer couplets and had to attempt it.