Stevie Turner, Author.

Stevie Turner,  Author

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    • A House Without Windows
    • A House WW / Reviews
    • A Marriage of Convenience
    • Reviews : AMOC
    • A Rather Unusual Romance
    • A Rather Unusual R/ Reviews
    • Alys in Hunger-Land
    • Cruising Danger
    • Examining Kitchen Cupboards
    • Reviews of Examining KC
    • Finding David
    • Reviews for Finding David
    • For the Sake of a Child
    • For Sake of a Child Reviews
    • Leg-less and Chalaza
    • Reviews of Legless & Chalaza
    • Lily: A Short Story
    • Lily / Reviews
    • Mind Games
    • Reviews of MIND GAMES
    • No Sex Please............
    • No Sex Please /Reviews
    • Partners in Time
    • Reviews of Partners in Time
    • Repent at Leisure
    • Repent at Leisure Reviews
    • Revenge
    • Reviews of 'Revenge'
    • The Daughter-in-law Syndrome
    • Daughter-in-law/ Reviews
    • The Donor
    • Reviews of The Donor
    • The Honey Trap
    • The Noise Effect
    • Reviews of The Noise Effect
    • The Pilates Class
    • The Pilates Class / Reviews
    • Two Novellas
    • Understanding
    • Reviews of Understanding
    • Waiting in the Wings
    • Waiting in the Wings Reviews
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    • A Rather Unusual Romance
    • Finding David Audio Book
    • For the Sake of a Child
    • House Without Windows Audio
    • Lily: A Short Story Audio
    • No Sex Please I'm Menopausal
    • Revenge Audio Book
    • The Daughter-in-law Syndrome
    • The Donor Audio Book
    • The Noise Effect
    • The Pilates Class Audio Book
    • Waiting in the Wings Audio
  • Stevie's Poetry
    • A Child in the 1960's
    • A Christmas Poem
    • Annie Withinshaw's Surprise
    • For Marcus and Lisa
    • November
    • The Ironing Board Blues
    • THE MODERN DESIDERATA
    • The Moving Ball
    • Sam
  • Collections
    • A Novella Collection
    • Explain!
    • Indie Author Interviews
    • Life: 18 Short Stories
    • They Say I'm Doing Well
    • 1000 Words or Less
  • Interviews
    • Interview with Koobug's Ian
      • Malcolm Archibald Interview
      • Interview with Andrew Boyd
      • Interview with Dani J. Caile
      • Marnie Cate's Interview
      • Interview with Robert N Chan
      • Chris, the Story Reading Ape
      • Mari Collier's Interview
      • Wendy Anne Darling Interview
      • Interview with Anita Dawes
      • Interview with Sandra Farris
      • Sahara Foley's Interview
      • Michael Gallagher interview
      • J.W Goodwin's Interview
      • Colin Guest's Interview
      • Interviewing Chris Harrison
      • Interview with Lucy V Hay
      • Alejandro Puerto Hernandez
      • Interview with Wendy Janes
      • Jackie Johnson's Interview
      • Interview with M.K Jubb
      • Interview with JR Lindermuth
      • Jennifer Loiske's Interview
      • Interview with Sarah Lynch
      • Don Massenzio's Inteview
      • Interview with Carole McKee
      • Margaret Millmore Interview
      • Interview with Kevin Morris
      • Cynthia Morgan's Interview
      • Michael Phelps' Interview
      • Interview with Talia Pierone
      • Amy Reade's Interview
      • Julie Shackman's Interview
      • Queen of Spades' Interview
      • Interview with Susan Toy
      • Interview with Beem Weeks
      • Andrew P. Weston's interview
      • Ronovan Writes' Interview
      • Interview with Karl Wiggins
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Stevie's Poetry

I started writing poetry at quite an early age.  On the sub-pages you will find  poems that I've written recently.  However, on this page are a few poems which I wrote in my teenage years.


The Hobo

Eyes that were full of gaiety,

Now are dimmed through injustices of life.

A gnarled hand clutches a coin,

Worn shoes shuffle on,

Searching for a Shangri-La.

He considered -

He could have been somebody!

Anybody, except what he had become.

Paranoia creeps as softly as the mist.

The king surveys the crumbling ruin,

He's lost the struggle to exist.


The Non-Conformist


I'm not 'they' - I'm me.

Outside the sheep.

I follow a self-made path

Hewn from derision and fear.

Alone, I smile at those who sneer.


I'm not 'they' - I'm me.

I follow the path the sheep never see.

The only traveller,

On the road that runs where it will.

I am one with the soaring albatross,

Flying high above the plastic world

With a ghost of a truth

To the end.

Albatross, teach them to be free,

Like me.


Fiesta Flamenca


The pulsating beat

Mingles with flashes of red,

And the black fires of their eyes

Burn with a fierce flame

Along my tingling spine.

Dainty feet conspire joyously

With pounding guitars

And whirring castanets in a technicolor dream

To hold me in enraptured awe.

How happy they are just to dance!


Obstacle Course


The gaggle of irritating schoolgirls approached me

In giggling delight.

Their mocking eyes shouted to the world

The joy they felt at this encounter.


Staring fixedly at the distant horizon,

I let a slight smile

Hide my quickened heart, and

The slow sinking feeling

That always accompanied this wearying routine.


An impenetrable human barrier

Formed before me.

The sun was beginning to set in the heavens,

The journey home was always memorable.