Selfless by Rick Stephen

\ˈsel-fləs\ adjective

having or showing great concern for other people
and little or no concern for yourself

a goal,
a dream,
for the self-centered fool
that I am,
an impossibility

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Absence by Rick Stephen

/ˈabsəns/ noun

the state of being away from
a place or person,
the nonexistence
or lack of …

your touch,
your scent,
your way …



The Virtuoso by Rick Stephen

violinistThe Virtuoso

She plays me
gently, tenderly,
yet masterfully
as one would
a priceless violin
her fingers,
soft and supple,
caress fragile heartstrings
and her bow
with perfect touch
and time
miraculously make
a magnificent melody
in spite
of broken strings left
by the less gifted
or less caring before her
playing me as I am
yet finding the notes,
in sequences
and combinations,
that bring forth music
in the timbre of my soul



A Rose Waits – a quatrain by Rick Stephen


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A Rose Waits

the rose waits to unfurl
even though she is so fair
for her beauty goes unnoticed
as long as you are there

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Shakespeare’s Sonnet 138

I heard a portion of this sonnet quoted today while watching a movie. The portion quoted, the last four lines, intrigued me enough to look the entire sonnet up. It struck me when I did. I’ve long been a fan of Shakespeare but am far from an expert. Shakespeare’s observations on love and lying seem particularly astute. How many of us can relate to what he is saying here? How many of us have lived it? We often lie to ourselves and our lover in the name of love, don’t we? Reading this has given me the desire to spend more time gleaning the wisdom in his sonnets.


When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

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My Words Fail Me by Rick Stephen

Everyone has experienced those times when there are no words to express what you are feeling. Whether it’s trying to express your love for someone special or the depth of your sorrow and regret for having wronged them, sometimes words just fail us. We reach and grasp, stutter and falter trying to find that perfect sequence of words that will convey exactly what we mean. Other times, however, we are afraid to even try for fear our words will not only not relate our true meaning but in some way make things even worse.

My latest poem entitled my words fail me

blank white paper
waits to receive
thoughts that I have
dreams I’ve conceived

things that it seems
words can’t express
leaving true meanings
for you to guess

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Come the Sun

This poem is a reflection on setting your hopes where they cannot be realized. Just like the most pleasant and vivid of dreams, try as you may you will eventually wake up to reality. It is called Come the Sun and you can read it in it’s entirety on HubPages. Thanks for taking a look!

Come the Sun

God, she was too perfect
though she was but a dream
a figment of my imagination
existing there only it seems

She saw me for who I was
always seemed to understand
offered me her friendship
extended me her hand

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Beaten by Five Minutes by Rick Stephen

Beaten by five minutes
it’s the story of my life
who knew five short minutes
could cut so like a knife

You can miss so very much
when you’re late to start
in three hundred little seconds
you can lose your hopeful’s heart

In that brief space of time,
that handful of mere seconds
someone else can swoop in
and you could finish second!

Don’t hesitate, don’t think twice
don’t even take the chance
don’t hold back a tiny bit
when it comes to sweet romance

So in a race for a heart
don’t be the late beginner
being second’s same as last
there can only be one winner!

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It’s Clear to Me by Richard Stephen

Today on Hubpages, I’ve published my latest poem entitled “It’s Clear to Me.” In it, a man in love recognizes the signs of his relationship’s impending doom. I hope you enjoy it. As always, comments and criticisms are certainly welcome!



A Hard Lesson Learned by Richard Stephen

My latest poem, A Hard Lesson Learned, is more of a rant. A rant about counting on friends and depending on yourself.

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