Walking Tools

For the sake

Of a dollar

They corrupted

The tunes,

Danced on a

Candle flame

Burned down

The moons,

Sewed up

Your lips

The top and

The bottom,

Melted

Our brains

Replaced them

With cotton,

For the sake

Of a dollar

They developed

Dumb rules,

Though most

Don’t see it

We’re still

Walking tools.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:45 AM May 20, 2012

Remiss

I suppose one would be

Remiss to think

That nothing might

Happen when a

New moon and an

Eclipse of the sun

Run on the same day,

But then who’s to say,

It’s a bit like

Peering into the ink

Of the night

Alone with a lover

And thinking you

Might never get laid.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:19 PM May 19, 2012

A Unicorn She Said

I almost knew

A Unicorn once,

In the day that is,

At least she said she

Was a Unicorn

When she came in

The night in

Those times

When she was

Between lovers,

By day we were

Strangers,

Never meeting,

But I almost knew

A Unicorn once,

In the day that is,

At least that’s

What the gorgeous

Woman said,

She said she

Was a Unicorn

When she came in

The night,

In those times.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:54 PM May 18, 2012

Mist And Kisses

 

I remember

I kissed you once

In the mist

On that night

That never ended,

And now

 In the midst

Of the ever after

Your laughter

Still rings as

Loud and clear,

Your perfume

Still sings

And your body

Dances,

Like it did

In the mist

When we kissed

On that night

That never ended.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:49 PM May 17, 2012

Trained Seals

We sat around

Chewing the fat

Or the little there

Was because hell,

It was two-thousand

And twelve and economies

A sham or so some believed,

The wonder was when the rest

Would be going the way of Greece

And the real pîss off was not that

We’d been fleeced by the one percent,

But that ninety plus percent mindlessly

Let it happen like fucking trained seals

Barking for and buying into the red herrings

Tossed and slipped our way.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:33 PM May 16, 2012

Heavy And Tense

She came rollerblading

Through the square,

Rhythmically weaving

Like mist in and out

Of the crowd,

Her slender body

Drawing eyes and

Attention away from

Conversations that were

Heavy and tense

Like pressure waiting

To break into

Earthquakes or volcanoes,

People watched her

Swaying left then right

As she disappeared

Down the street,

Then back to the

Conversations,

Still heavy,

Still tense.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

4:45 PM May 15, 2012

 

Lost

She wandered India

And around the East

Looking for herself,

Became a Tibetan Nun,

Came back home,

Still lost,

Most of us dance

The dance of life,

Play this game

Of human chess

Not knowing

The steps.

The intricacies,

The strategies,

We just move.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:06 AM May 14, 2012

 

 

Simply Simple

 

With all that you know,

How do you stay so

Relaxed, calm and

Seemingly happy ?

We make things

As complicated as

We wish and try to,

If it’s not covered

With water, ice

And snow,

Grass will grow,

Or sand and dust

Will blow,

Poetry has

Rhythm and rhyme

Or it doesn’t.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:45 AM May 13, 2012

Flat

 

When she left

She always left

That deflated balloon

Feeling,

Flat rubber tied

To a string caressing

The ground as if to

Keep the earth from

Floating away,

Reminiscent of your

First love’s parents

Strategically whisking

Everyone

 Away for the summer,

Sometimes life is

Crazy and cruel as it

Carves us into

What we are.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

3:12 PM May 12, 2012

Giggles And Glares

For Meeleirrek … wherever time may find her …

 

The week ended

With men edgy

Women fidgety,

As if riding the inhale

And exhale of the universe,

Maybe more like being

Caught in the short hairs

Of someone’s in and out

Midnight,

You know that

Tip toeing the cliff feeling,

When you’re dancing with

Somebody else’s woman

And out of nowhere

Comes a hard-on

That throws the room

Into whispers,

Giggles and glares.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:15 AM May 12, 2012