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“The Walker by Stewart Stafford The walker takes a step forward, Positive but possibly fatal to them, Brave but perhaps foolishly ambitious to onlookers. Concentration and breathing, the antidote to cynicism, The pole, like cat’s whiskers, In feline prance. Moment to moment, Heartbeat to heartbeat, The procession continues. With creeping inevitably, The destination is reached, And the walker falls to their death. Another adventurer steps out onto the wire, A descendant of the expired walker, Determined to complete life’s tightrope. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”

“Daily Bread by Stewart Stafford Butcher short-changed me again, There’s sawdust in the sausages, Grocer’s growing grosser and then, A proposition with my messages. The driving instructor’s pissed on bends, I went and told his mother, The barman’s watering down pints for friends Like he’s feeding his baby brother. The barber’s still one hair off, One side doesn’t match the other, Bookie won’t take my bets and lends, The landlord another sucker. Tossed out in the street to fend for myself, With all the other refuse, Garbage man fills his truck with me, At least I still have one use. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”

“Life is short. You have one life to live. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. You are here for certain space of time. Then, it’s going to be over. You better make this count. Live your life without worrying what others may think. Whatever you want to do, do it now. Accept responsibility of your life. Laugh often. Love much. Never accept other people’s definition of your life. Define yourself. Don’t be afraid of dying. Be afraid of unlived life.”

“It burns, I know. It burns now, now that the story is over, now that the daybreak is liquid, now that my knees don't creak anymore and the leaves are blowing and the highway is humming, and a few extra pounds is not a terminal diagnosis. It burns in me too healing me but the ache is not for you. It's for my passion. That used to be your name. And it's sad, really. The sting of too little too late.”

“Selfless Nuts (The Sonnet) If someone wants to do harm they'll do harm, Whether they have nukes or sticks and stone. If someone wants to do good they'll do good, Whether they have a billion dollars or just one. Intention is the mother of all good deeds 'n bad, It has got nothing to do with having resources. With intention one bread can feed ten people, It cannot feed even one when there is no intent. A world that is run by greed stops for nobody, Who cares what such a world thinks as righteous! In such a world you gotta throw caution to the wind, And stand as pillar of service among the retards. Long enough snobbish retards have ruled the world! Now it is time for selfless nuts to take charge.”

“Diversity is No Gimmick (The Sonnet) Diversity is no gimmick, Diversity is no belief. Diversity is life itself, Diversity is uplift. Diversity is sanity, Diversity is joy. Diversity is monsoon, After a drought most dry. There ain't no humanity, If there is no diversity. We ain't no human, If inside we have no amity. It ain't enough to talk of toleration! Each of us is to be the vessel of unification.”

“A Lancashire Weaver This place might be haunted the ghost hunter said 'Midst the dust and the grime walk the feet of the dead. The machines now stand idle Looms clatter no more There's a stack of old bobbins piled up by the door. I remember my Mam she worked here, so she said A Lancashire weaver but now she is dead Along with this mill and along with the dreams of working mill lasses and their jobs, so it seems We once wove the best cotton cloth in the world But now that's all gone on the scrap heap been hurled The clatter of clogs on the old cobbled street the humdrum staccato from thousands of feet. Tough work and much hardship and many a care Folks they got by for brass, it was rare but still we had pride By Christ, did we ever! Will it ever come back The answer is NEVER This place might be haunted the ghost hunter said 'Midst the dust and the grime walk the feet of the dead. I'm glad that my Mam never saw it this way Out in all weathers came here every day When this closed down she had already died Perhaps just as well She'd have bloody well cried.”

“Today (The Sonnet) Today, we ain't no partisan poophead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no intellectual ding-dong. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no ideological blockhead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no religious hard case. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't slaves to class 'n luxury. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no vermin after self-care. Today, we are just plain human. I know very well, that day is not today. So, let us start the work right this very day.”

“Breadcrumbs And your doubt can become Your ally, your fierce reminder Of every blackened backroad Every barren stream and Every long moment you stumbled through life in red shoes the size of thimbles Shoes that cut the arches Of your white feet and Told you to accept only breadcrumbs. Never to gulp the hungry air Or open the shutters in your chest To reveal your lionheart Your doubts used to be the tales You spoke into dark stars under The bright gaze of Venus No more, dear heart. No more.”

“I am stubborn—always have been, always will be. I’m so stubborn that when I lost both my jobs in a single day, I laughed—
because, for the first time, I felt in control. I saw a blank canvas, a chance to paint the town green (money),
and I swore I’d never let another soul hold that kind of power over me again. I’m so stubborn that while others feel disappointment, I feel destiny. Where they see setbacks, I see stepping stones. Where they hesitate, I run headfirst—because greatness doesn’t wait. I’m crazily stubborn, turning every challenge into opportunity,
birthing businesses from struggle, wearing my hardships like medals. Each failure has been a lesson, each scar a roadmap,
and now, I don’t just survive—I build. I’m so stubborn that failure no longer frightens me,
it fuels me. I’ve mastered its rhythm, learned its secrets,
and now, it barely dares to cross my path. I am proudly, unapologetically stubborn. Because this stubbornness has won me my freedom,
my financial independence, my power. And now, I use it to lift those who are ready—
ready to be just as stubborn as I am.”

“Almost Myself On a twilight road, I met a young man with my face. A denizen of some distant dust devil in drifter denim. We stood and eyed each other, then, with a look of mutual disdain, we parted. Our backward glances were not narcissistic flirtation, but self-conscious reflection and surrender to the formality of the familiar. Against a backdrop of veined lightning and coyote song, I was alone again.”

“आओ कुछ नए अंदाज़ मे ईद मनाएँ ईद के लिए ख़ुद को कुछ ऐसे सजाएँ ना सिर्फ़ धागों से बुना हो नया लिबास, ना इसमें दिखावे का हो कोई एहसास, शफ़क़्क़त से तैयार हुआ ऐसा जोड़ा जो दे नरमी का इक अंदाज़-ए-ख़ास अपनेपन का इत्र कुछ यूँ लगाएँ, मोहब्बत की महक से ख़ुद को महकाएँ, तक़सीम करें इसे दिल खोल कर यूँ, ख़ुशनुमा हो जाएँ ज़माने की सारी फ़िज़ाएँ”

“In every leaf upon the tree, In every wave upon the sea, In every star that lights the night, In every dawn’s first gentle light. A thread unseen, yet ever there, A bond that all of life must share, In every breath, in every heart, An endless whole of which we’re part. From mountains tall to valleys low, From rivers fast to winds that blow, Each soul, each spirit, every being, In nature’s web, a vast unseeing. The whispers of the ancient breeze, The secrets of the deepest seas, The songs that every creature sings, All speak of ties, of boundless rings. In life’s grand dance, a tapestry, Woven with threads of unity, In joy, in sorrow, loss, or gain, We find we’re one, in sun and rain. So feel the beat of nature’s drum, And know that you and I are one, In this grand scheme, this endless quest, We find our peace, our common rest.”