Holding on to the moon
What else to do ?
The days of the scorching sun
And the whistling wind
Had long passed,
The moon seemed as quiet
As their lives now were,
As cold as their bones
In the late night air,
And all the romance
Of the long love affair,
Danced in their stare
Holding on to the moon.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks”http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:00 AM December 12, 2018
The idiot fringes
Raced to promote banning
Anything that didn’t fit
Into their narrow minds and vision,
From freedom of speech,
Songs and playlists,
Pronouns and words
To gender classification,
The neocon philosophy
Echoed in jest as its hands
Directed the music
The politically correct,
Neutered mass danced to,
Unaware they were dancing
Closer and closer
Towards the fingers and the grasp
Of the hands
They were trying to run away from.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:23 AM December 10, 2018
Through the prairies
Up the mountains
And down to the sea,
Who in the hell knows
Where the end will be,
One thing’s for certain
Whether on wheels
Or at sail,
Eventually you body
Your body will fail,
So get at it,
Do what you
Are meant to do,
Get at it.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:00 AM September 17, 2018
Like an itch
That won’t go away,
Some situations
Stay,
Defying reason
Until comes
A season
When you realize
The stupidity of it all.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks”http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:51 AM August 31, 2018
The wild fires
Made it as hot and smoky
As an old sixties bar,
Instead of sultry women
On bar stools
Gals hung out
In the shade
Trying to be cool
In ways they were
Comfortable with.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks”http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:55 PM August 22, 2018
Is it simply a reflection
Of how easily our collective intelligence
Can be duped into majoring in minor things,
Or are some of us simply stupid,
Perhaps it’s an easy way
To feel warm and fuzzy,
At least we’re doing
Something,
With all of the crazy, nasty
Things going on on the planet,
It’s all okay as we step out of our
SUVS, pickup trucks, climate controlled cars
In our rubber shoes, plastic glasses, fabricated fabrics,
It’s all okay if we can say
With a commanding voice,
No straws.
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Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks”http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:07 AM July 27, 2018
A barricade
Disguised as a park
Agenda twenty-one
At work in the dark,
You know and I know
Things aren’t as they seem
Most are oblivious
Adrift in the scheme.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Gravity Sucks” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:03 PM July 10, 2018
