Halfway Through

On the second day

Of summer

After the spring

That wasn’t,

Those who had

Been paying attention

Mulled over glimpses

Of the shell game

Overturned,

Images through

The smoke and

Parted curtains

And realized how

Entrenched in deceit

And lies the system

Really was,

There you have it,

Helplessly holding on

Almost halfway through

Two thousand and twelve.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:16 PM June 21, 2012

The Beauty Of The Body

The beauty of the body

Is the movement

Of the thing,

The face,

The grace,

The happiness

That the movement brings,

Hey – what about

The rest of us –

No lovers, sick,

Addicted, the chubby

Ones, couch potatoes –

It all starts with getting

Your mind off its ass,

What you see

Is what you see,

There is no pass

It’s all in your mind.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:23 AM June 20, 2012

The Moment

Somewhere lost

In the sunshine

And the blue skies

That came

With the moon,

Is the moment

Of their first

Meeting,

That came some

Some months

Before June,

Now that was

Really some

Time go,

And as strange

As it may sound,

They’re still stuck

In that moment,

As if

Forever bound.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:10 PM June 19, 2012

Smoke, Pipes And Bones

So I see this bird

Smoking a pipe,

And I say it’s strange

To see

A bird with a pipe,

How do you know

I’m a bird

She said,

Well by the way

You’re built

I replied,

Looks can be

Deceiving my man,

Why do you say

I am your man,

Because if I

Dropped my feathers

You’d want me to play,

And she blew

Smoke in my eyes

 And she sang,

 How long will it be

From when they

Bury our bones

T’ill who we

Think we are

Is forgotten.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:15 AM June 18, 2012

Conversations

Deep in one of those

Controversial conversations

You have with yourself

In quiet times,

The concept of God

Being questioned more,

Fewer people believing

The concept at all,

When an older quiet

Man comes by

Heading for his fourth

Divorce or is it five,

Claiming there is no

Such thing as real love,

It’s only chemistry

And hormones,

One quickly gets

The sense

That he’s a mark

For menopausal, post

Menopausal gold diggers,

Where is the chemistry

In that,

As he leaves

The conversation is

Back to God,

The grass and weeds

Growing through the concrete,

The sparrow perching

Near the table,

Frame the question,

How is that ?

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:19 AM June 17, 2012

 

 

Just When You Think

Just when you think

That you’ve had enough,

The sun’s away

The rain is in

The wind is on,

Just when you think

That you’ve had enough

Of The Island and

The North Pacific,

An owl hoots

A seagull cries

An eagle soars

Someone shouts,

The orcas are passing,

And a sexy woman

Walks by and smiles

And you think,

Maybe I’ll stay

A little while

Longer.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

Noon June 16, 2012

The Poetry

She never really understood

The phenomenon,

How in the hell

Could she,

It defied human logic,

But she accepted it

Even though as

She said,

It went over her head,

The price of connecting

With an artist

Regardless what field

The artist dances in,

One foot here

And the other

Who in the hell

Knows where,

And he did write

Some good lines,

Even though she

Wasn’t always sure

They were for her.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:45 AM June 15, 2012

 

 

The Picture

She sent me a picture once,

A picture of a

Lonely Goldfish,

And though I know

She’s not lonely now

I look at the picture

Often,

I liked the dress

But I must admit

I would have liked to  have seen

Less of it and more

Of her,

She sent me a picture once,

And I get tingles

Looking at it,

Thinking about the

Possibilities existing

In that moment

Of time,

If indeed there be

Such a thing

As time or

Moments.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:26 AM June 14, 2012

The Naked Pictures

All things considered

Our elected officials

Have delivered far

Less than promised

Or expected in those

Heady days of

Exercising our rights

In the illusion called

Democracy,

Through the years

Different faces,

Different rhetoric,

Same bullshit,

Who really pulls

The stings on things,

Who holds

The naked pictures ?

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:20 PM June 13, 2012