He lived
A pretty simple life,
Got rowdy
When he felt
Like it
Screwed whenever
He got the chance,
Loved the sun
On his chest,
Didn’t like
Men too close
Always got a
Hard on whenever
A woman touched him,
Kept his diet simple,
Had a taste for
Blackberries and green
Jelly beans,
Kept fit and in shape
Would rather play
Ball than watch a game,
Yes Major was quite
The dog,
Reminds me of
Some people I know.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:47 AM July 30, 2012
She stopped by again
And the chemistry
Was as red as
Ever,
The sense that I
Knew every
Inch of her
Body
Tugged at my
Trousers,
It’s an uncanny
Phenomenon
When you know
Someone intimately
Even though you haven’t.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:46 PM July 29, 2012
Paint brushes standing
In used
Tim Horton’s cups
Under tents
In the mist and rain,
Painters and lookers
Wondering
Might this be
The new Picasso,
Another Andy Warhol,
Much of it inspired
By the sellers of
Art supplies,
The kind of stuff
Surviving relatives
Are left wondering
What in the hell
To do with it.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:36 AM July 29, 2012
So you’re still
Smoking Charlie …
Once I get out
Of this stress I’ll
Think about quitting.
It may be too late
By then …
I’ve lost several
Friends over the
Past while,
None of them
Were smokers.
Well Charlie,
You know what they say –
Second hand smoke may be
Deadlier than the original inhale –
Maybe you killed your friends.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:47 PM July 27, 2012
The Boom Booms
Playing live,
Dreamers
Tonguing cups
And belly buttons
Innies and outies
Smiling in foam,
Men in boats
Fish and goats
Dancing to the
Boom Booms
Playing live,
Lovers praying
Skyward
Don’t let the
Magic end.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:00 PM July 26, 2012
He was talking
About his new job
At Wal-Mart stocking
Shelves on the night shift,
His words triggered different
Thoughts in different minds,
In one the dream in which she
Stalked him sometimes wearing
Only stockings,
Sometimes sitting on a big red apple
Picking at a bowl of hash browns,
In another the young couple on a
Blanket in the dark of night
Oblivious to two young
Cougars stalking.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:51 PM July 25, 2012
I was looking
For God
And found you
In bed,
Oh the pathways
To heaven
On which
We are led,
It’s crazy you know
We stumble
And search,
Most never
Knowing
It’s not in
The church.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:16 AM July 24, 2012
There are endless ways
I could write
A poem for you,
Yes I know
You may not
Get them all,
Or even like them
For that matter,
And I understand
That you sometimes
Softly say
That can’t be me,
But look in the
Full length mirror
Woman and tell me
They’re not for you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
3:43 PM July 23, 2012
He wasn’t sure
If he was living
The dream
Or dreaming
The life,
She made love
Like a Stradivarius
And played the violin
Like she was
Making love,
In any case
The music was
Always grand,
Although as in
Any dream or life
There were always
Some scary moments,
A longing
For more bits
And pieces
Here and there,
And that haunting
Question,
Do lives and dreams
Really ever end ?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:26 AM July 23, 2012
The sun and Sunday
Are away and gone
Like peace on earth
Alive only in song,
Fly me sideways
Kiss me now
Touch me love me
Show me how,
Cats and kittens
Fish and birds
Tease me teach me
The Holy Words.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:20 PM July 22, 2012
