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
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
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
She was tangerines
In June,
Her favorite bone
No bone at all
And I can’t recall
A day that wasn’t
Smiles and roses,
I suppose at times
We’re simply blessed
With wonder things
Like living West
And tangerines
In June.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
1:58 PM June 27, 2012
On a sun drenched
Tuesday afternoon
The wind blew in
Some angry clouds,
One of them broke
And there was
Water everywhere,
An unexpected
Exploding
Cloud revealing
What the cool ones
Dressed in sunny silk
Were concealing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
3:03 PM June 26, 2012
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
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
