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Steve Dreben 2009 Poetry - Views of the Author "Ode to Kaelin" Comes spring in the yellow/green mountains, bloom in the fragrant air.... And she was there, tender was her soul, so near the roots and the sky... Like pre-dawn, she grabbed a look, magic like so many finely painted spring wild flowers sinking into the patched and roughened fields...Seeds of earlier times.... And now the days come without her, in the bright fields no more, muscle of the past, her bones feeding the soils of nature forever, rolling into the magnificence and infinity of earth's forever time. A tear for a brief moment for the forgotten ones, let their beauty feed your heart and it's soils...and some shall never forget! Steve Dreben October 2008 * * * * * * * * * * *

More Prose "A Past Love fleeting...No Compromises!" She stood quite naked in the orange morning's sun, rays shooting across her moist skin... she drew me in yet again, like honey comb to a bee. Every part of her enticed me, called me to her dampened self drying in the hot and turbid air of mountain glens. For 'H' was like a mountain wildflower petal, glowing in the morning's sun essence.... She was woman's perfection an exciting body in balance with nature around her... She called to silent man standing there, enticing him magically once again with eons of connection between sexes.... Coming together, the sun still beating upon the leaves and tender golden skins...OH the skins touching in all the sacred places where hearts cling and the beating drives to oneness...again and again in the rhythm of life forever gained between lovers and time... Revelation now! Yet the sounds of metal still surround me in dream.... SR Dreben October 2008 * * * * * * * * * *

Even More Poetry The following poem does a phenomenal job of summing up the overall feel and sense that Steve Dreben's novels surround. Poison You run through my blood... every cell You fill me with space to breath and open to... You give me notes for my children to sing And you are my destiny and my love You have your place deep inside me I cannot turn from you, but I must pass you... too. And within the womb/wall of my scrapping my eggs on my children's Souls...from generation to generation, from those who have Passed to the young... I pray that you can deliver the spiteful blows on those that Have deserted me, on those who have abandoned me for/others I break at the purity of your deadly sting, at the depth of the Internal/external gashing-bruising you bring And I stand in the innocence of children's blind-weakness and Regards, you are the giver of my power... through the Deep intolerance and stubborn bile you draw all into...for me You are the giver of all my contorted desires, you are the Great equalizer of all past grievance. I bathe in your warmth and dark/sacred waters and you are mine, and I am yours...suspended together in the bliss of eternal revenge Swooping down like black crows to eat lingering maggots...or On those that have sinned against US...the corpses left... My sleep goes well in the comfort of another sight where my silent blackened prayers Are met, and I can smile like the Madonna in paint at all the stars that Shower above me...for you are the souless foul that opens my heart to Joy...and yet I am innocent/not guilty; yes, you are my sole judge for all who attempt Seeing...no poison just the smile of a Mother at peace...just a twist player Devouring all who must be mothered still. Eternity is mine...I have won...the game is over...and sweet death Can come for I am in still waters. I am at peace at my Father before me... Innocent!!!! A Poem for the Times 2/12/06 Great Joy's of the 21st Century