Stephen Jarrell Williams- Poet, writer, artist, editor, rebel, dreamer, reality checker, God believer, and man of many faces. No DMs. I'm not on Instagram!
"Drums"
Time ticking
Our tilted heads
Only flesh fearing the inevitable
Infinite space the heart of God
Spirits living within that beat
So sweet
Never crying again
Forgetting all of this
That we have done.
Published in Mad Swirl, 2015
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My grandfather, Colman Williams.
Colman was only 29 years old when he was killed in a train accident... except it was not an accident.
Winning all the money while playing poker on a moving train, can be very dangerous.
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"Whenever"
Whenever
I touch you
you tingle
in my fingertips
you're so ready
a sparkling pearl
soft button
opening
a world
unique
for the both of us.
Published in Synchronized Chaos 1/1/2024
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Something Has Happened
All the people standing
free in a silent place
a great field
surrounded by trees
endless trees
green to the horizon
no one afraid
sun rising
shadows disappearing
scars seen as yesterday
Today
the end of all wars
without and within ourselves.
2018
"Ever in Love"
And we blend
into each other
color to color
a beginning
mix
unmatched unity
both sighing
at the same time.
Published in Synchronized Chaos
1/1/2024
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"Wanderers"
They keep moving
Place to place
Searching
And we that stay in place
Are the same
Wandering in our minds
For the same answering dream.
In "Synchronized Chaos" 2020
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Birdless Sky
he never left her
in his mind
thousands of miles
separate
his addiction to solitude
like a birdless sky
thoughts of her touch
keeping him alive
suffering recluse
malnourished
he finally made the journey
back to her
gravestone in the spotlight of the sun.
"Directions"
Find your way to go and go
sky over you
earth before you.
Each step will bring you closer.
You're not alone.
Many have gone the same way.
Don't give up.
There are only two directions...
One lost and one found.
Poem by Stephen Jarrell Williams
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"The Weeping Poet"
The weeping
poet is
not weak
we
have
the strength
to tell
the wonderment
of truth
in all of its beauty
before
we lose it
to those
that want
to outlaw
tears.
Stephen Jarrell Williams
3-1-22 on Synchronized Chaos
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"I saw the Children"
I saw the children marching
a long protest march
against all that is wrong
and in their faces I saw us
a better us
doing so much more
and here they come
their laughter
and spirit
and strength
disarming
all the sad monsters of this world.
2017
Rising
Dirt in my nostrils
blowing it out
yelling
bloody tongue
bloody teeth
stones covering my legs
and aching chest
but I will get up
as the bombs fall
on the cities and countrysides
all of us
will get up
rising again and again
to be free!
2022 The Beatnik Cowboy
ESCAPE
When they lose interest in us
We will sneak away
From under their weight
Finding grace in each others arms
Riding the crest of waves
Side by side
Endless speed-thrill
Hand in hand
Our faces in the spray
Cheering our escape
The sea vast ahead of us.
2010
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The Dreamer
I've always wanted
a simple existence,
to be at ease in the sun,
quiet walks beside the river,
smooth flow of water,
deep thoughts,
call of someone in the distance
bringing me home,
sleeping beside her,
keeping me from running wild.
Published 2009
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Space Message
We have heard your squeaking
in our majestic sleep
why will you not stop
always annoying
our dreams
amounting to more
than your existence
running our fingers
through our galaxy hair
opening our super-sun eyes
blinking in your direction
yawning your world away.
"Harsh World"
Our lives quivering
like spider webs
in the morning breeze
shining
silvery
fragile
with giants on the earth
roaming
throwing stones
through our hearts.
Published in The Camel Saloon 2011
Drawing by papapoet (Jarrell)
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Four of my poems are now on
Synchronized Chaos
"Cold Train to Texas"
"Still of Midnight"
"Sleeping Sun"
"Going Home"
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Many thanks to Cristina Deptula,
Executive Editor
The Grind
Losing
yourself
in the rush unwillingly
crowd carried
trying not to panic
another day
same
insane
world
coping
by pretending
this is how it is
finally
pushing
back
too late
bumping into something
you've felt
too many times
the grind
the irreversible grind.
"I'm Old"
I'm old
but still walking
the streets
always the streets of life
people wondering
how everything changed so fast
so I slow it down
walking a little slower
my memories seeing
there's more ahead
sun after sun
spotlight.
Synchronized Chaos 12/01/2023
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Ego
None of us
saw
what the world was coming to
we had ideas and even visions
but
nothing like the slap and roar of the end
children no longer born
women no longer loved
sea and sky no longer blue
earth, wood, and stone
falling
on every man so full of himself.
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No Man's Land
You're shaking
mumbling on
plains of smoldering
stumps
far city
smoking ruins
river full
boiling ash
burnt boots
hanging rags
coughing hoarse
chewing blood
you survived the blast
doomsday bomb
searching miles
no woman to touch
no holy house
no sacred word.