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

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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

Heaven And Hell

Could one man’s heaven

Be another man’s hell,

Like black and white,

Night and day,

Darkness and light,

I was thinking God

She looks like heaven

To me when a trio

From a hive flew by

Humming that tune,

We’d rather be hellish

Bees on earth than

Saintly bees in Heaven.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

4:14 PM May 11, 2012