Author Archive for: Bruce Stachenfeld

Entries by Bruce Stachenfeld

The Blank Page

What frightens a writer than anything – a blank page What inspires a writer more than anything – a blank page What is a blank page anyway — it’s the beginning over everything isn’t it? The ultimate challenge in life is turning that blank page into something worthwhile Your very life itself begins as a […]

Teen Poem

We’re just plain parents, you know what I mean We have us a daughter, who’s now a teen Things are great, at least so far But the boy that she’s dating, he’s not a star Unwashed and slimy with oily hair And his stoned expression leaves naught to care Unworthy so clear of our precious […]

Rubba Dub Dub

Rubba dub dub I’m sitting in a pub Doing some thinking And some drinking It’s still early in the day But after all, what the hey This day doesn’t matter If I’m thin or getting fatter I think I’ll buy another round But there’s no friend around I could buy one for a stranger But […]

Roadside Poem

It was the city of Charleston I was heading towards And on the highway there were many billboards There were rest stops, hotels, and advertising signs, it was true But many from Jesus, whose love shone through At first his messages seemed heaven sent But then one shouted out that I should repent. I took […]

Reflections

He was older now but not yet old A life of great fortune had favored his bold Time he reflected hadn’t taken its toll He was hale in his strength, both body and soul But something was nagging, something was bugging At the corner of mind, something was tugging He’d hit very pinnacle, smashed every […]

Pride Poem

As I think on this let me begin To say pride in itself is no sin What is wrongful about pride Is overstating what you supplied As pride may falsely convince That you are really a prince You’ve put too much stock in your self worth When it’s really just the luck of your birth […]

Pride Poem Number Two

Should I be proud to be a beauty Or should I be proud to do my duty Even when I didn’t want to Should I be proud that I am smart Or that I have a good heart Even when I didn’t need to Should I be proud I made a lot of money Or […]

Pretty and Plain

Only pretty girls get to sit at the bar I see this as I sit from afar It’s just not fair to not be anointed With enough good looks to be so appointed For men to chase to be their mate. Oh, how sad a plain girls fate In her heart, she may offer so […]

Poem For A Real Man

It’s pitch black outside, but I hear the surf on the shore It’s quite a cold January; going out would be poor In my cozy beach house a fire is roaring A cliché it is how the weather I’m ignoring A book in my lap and I’ve the place all alone I can do what […]