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” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

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”  www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

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

Represent,

It’s always sad,

Always intriguing

When the naive awaken.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”  www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

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

Talking,

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” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

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” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:49 PM June 25, 2012

 

 

When The Sun

When the sun

Does hit The Island

In the morning

It’s one of those

Things words can’t

Explain,

It’s like trying

To describe an orgasm

To a virgin,

An orgasm

When you and your

Lover

Are in total sync,

Spiritually, mentally,

Physically, and the

Timing is bang on,

That embrace that

Is imprinted on your

Soul forever.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:36 AM June 24, 2012

Entwined With The Goddess

Walk away from heterosexuality

The sign boldly said,

Hmmm …

What better way

To ensure that

The way of the dodo

Is followed,

Of course I knew

What they were

Trying to say,

Or did I ?

Did they ?

We’re a funny bunch

Most of the time

And I know some

Politically correct crusader

Is going to read this

And claim discrimination,

Go screw yourself,

Isn’t part of our purpose

To procreate the specie?

Do what you will,

The best times of my life

Have been the ecstasy and pain

Entwined with the Goddess.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:17 AM June 23, 2012

Stupid

Are people really

Stupid,

Or is it simply

A matter of us

Being great students

At learning what to think

Rather than learning how

To think,

Maybe were shy,

Scared of stepping

Away from the flock,

If we’re not stupid

How is it that we

Allow the big m’s

To do what they do,

Why do we line up for

Pink slime

And let them

 GMO our food?

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:14 PM June 22, 2012