Twenty-Four Hours

At times

Yesterday and tomorrow

Seem a million

Miles apart,

But they say

It’s only

Twenty-four hours,

And that’s the start

Of the journey

Into wonder,

How far can

A mind travel in

Twenty-four hours,

How many round

Trips to you

Can it do,

Or does distance

Between the two

Not exist ?


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

6:29 PM June 29, 2012


Fading White

Tell it to the wind

The raven rasped,

Breasts are sagging

Balls are lagging

The population’s aging

They’re aging fast,

Seems their purpose

Slipped right on past,

Tell it to the wind

The seagull screamed,

They’ll soon be gone

Their birthrate’s creamed.


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

9:28 AM June 29, 2012


Liar Liar


It’s always intriguing to

See the look on someone’s

Face on their first realization

Governments and corporations

Have been and are, lying to us,

That recorded history isn’t as

Factual as victors would have

Us believe and the extremes

The greedy and power hungry,

Including spiritual and religious

Leaders go to with little regard

For the people they pretend to


It’s always sad,

Always intriguing

When the naive awaken.


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

6:34 PM June 28, 2012


Talking And Looking

Sometimes meetings,

Introductions, conversations,

Have an empty echo,

Nobody knows what to

Or what they’re talking

About, but everybody’s


Much like looking

Into the bowl

Before flushing,

You don’t know what

You’re looking for,

But you’re looking.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

8:15 AM June 26, 2012

Most Of Us

Most of us

Much of the time

Walk that line

Between darkness

 And light,

Dance the dichotomy

Of good and evil,

Drawing cards

Tossing dice,

Hiding doubts

In the dark

Of night,

Tangoing dreams

Beneath the moon

To a strange exotic

Unknown tune.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”

1:49 PM June 25, 2012