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

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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

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