Author Archives: Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad”

Empty Ballad he basks in the spotlightan angelfeels so proud of himselfand the throngs surroundcall for morethe critics raveOnly Time knows he is nothingonly words an music of an eraa face on an album cover Actually they hate him for he is nothing like themmore than they know they will ever behis reality crushes theirContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Empty Ballad””

Poetry Corner: “Honeymoon in Saratoga Springs (circa 1961)”

Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (circa 1961) Well it certainly was quite a daylet’s go to bed Wait!I’ve got to brush my teeth You already did Come on let’s go for a walk But it’s two in the morning Oh all rightturn off the light and look the other way OK Robert K. Stephen

Virus # 26: Chapter 42: “the scramble for immunity; thank you chickenpox and measles”

Chapter 42 “the scramble for immunity; thank you chickenpox and measles” Medicine holds few surprises for me as a physician. Just when we thought we had licked a disease like polio, measles, smallpox, chicken pox, syphilis, or rubella then up pops Ebola, AIDS, SARs, MERs, COVIDs and Virus # 26. Countless hours of research andContinue reading “Virus # 26: Chapter 42: “the scramble for immunity; thank you chickenpox and measles””

Poetry Corner: “The eternal sandbox”

The eternal sandbox Young and innocenttime consuming frivolityequality of youth shatteredthe dinky toyed hours pens and suitsboots and handsa mild game strugglechildren vs. childrenlife kept on that harmless levelfun and simplelost and baffled in gaming politenessforgetting who the real enemies are Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: All we get are the coffee grinds

All we get are the coffee grinds the mighty converge in golden dimensionslapping on champagne and spooning caviarforging a new world for the benefit of all charades for fools and the scribbling bloodsuckersfantasizingvomiting streams of foulnessto be lapped up by deceived optimists applauded from the blackrobed rotundalet it be known he died not in vainbutContinue reading “Poetry Corner: All we get are the coffee grinds”

Virus # 26: Chapter 41 “no money left folks”

Chapter 41: “no money left folks” As Virus # 26 rolled into countries in the First World they had little money or gold left in their treasuries after spending cast sums on propping up the social and economic system ravaged by the COVIDs. Most of it was spent to avoid a collapse of the socialContinue reading “Virus # 26: Chapter 41 “no money left folks””

Poetry Corner : Prostitutes of a kind”

Prostitutes of a kind beautiful peoplebought and sold on the auction blockcash by the hourclean whoringbegging for the big breakthe sirloin cut of lifebut another photograph away butfor nowsnapping, clicking and whirringanemic furiousityall for the new fall linefabricating the New Lifestylefor all to enjoy to suffer Robert K. Stephen