It started in the fall
Sunlight on her hair
It whispered to the moon
Stars took it all from there,
Now that was long ago
But the orchestra still plays
Notes of love and laughter
As it did in those early days,
Yes it started in the fall
With sunlight on her hair
When the moon and stars
Stitched them as a pair.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
12:30 PM April 29, 2012
One day I said,
One day I will hold
You close,
Feel your breath
On my neck,
The press of your
Nipples on my chest,
The heat of your lips
Mouthing mine,
One day I said,
One day I will follow,
Follow where you
Will lead me.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com>
7:52 PM April 28, 2012
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You write some
You read some
You win some
You lose some
And on and on,
You realize that
Fading left or
Fading right or
Riding the seam
Down the middle
The rush is pretty
Much the same,
Depending on
What goes on
In your head.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:46 PM April 27, 2012
So here we are,
Spring flirting with us
Into the last week
Of April,
Like some of the
Sweet strangers
On MySpace,
That mystical mysterious
Masquerade that was
Until a billionaire
Blew it up,
That place that Facebook
And the new come alongs
Will never capture,
Back to spring,
If it doesn’t get
Its clothes off soon
It will be summer and
Spring two-thousand twelve
Will be relegated to the annals
Of virgin seasons,
Seasons that never
Were.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:02 PM April 26, 2012
It was like any other
Last Wednesday of the month,
Wednesday came at midnight
And left at midnight,
In between those hours
Welfare money was spent
On booze and drugs,
The streets echoed with
Drunken conversation,
Police and fire truck sirens,
And eerie cries and moans
From the high, the inebriated,
And those suffering from
Various mental illnesses,
Some who saw raised their
Hands palms up with a
Shrug and what can you do,
Those who didn’t see
Or pretended they didn’t
Hurried away to their
Homes and apartments.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:39 PM April 25, 2012
The step to realizing
That thinking and
Doing are one in
The same,
Is as profound
As it is simple,
As square as
It is round,
The realization
Where fickleness
Cannot be found.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:40 PM April 24, 2012
He seemed to be living
In his car,
Wore a dress
Played guitar,
Danced around
His Barbie dolls
Said he was a Shaman,
Then there’s all
The rest of us,
Doing what we do
To one another,
Do aliens ever
Watch and wonder,
What in the hell
We are.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:11 AM April 23, 2012
