Hard To Stop

 

 Potato chips,

Like many other things

In life

Are intriguing,

It’s hard to stop

At one

Or just one time,

Perhaps that’s why

Some are so

Selective and careful

Before opening

A package.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangerAndPoetry.com

8:20 PM August 30, 2012

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Dangerous

The odyssey

Into the realms

Of emotions and thought,

Those places where

Writers and artists

Stroll and sail

Are more dangerous now

Than they were in the

Days of mythology,

The monsters,

The dragons,

The giants,

Are still there,
But the greater perils are

Political correctness,

Bleeding hearts,

The neutered ones

Without the balls or

Vaginas to begin

The journey

Decrying

Those

Who

Do.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:46 AM August 28, 2012

ReFills

How did you become homeless ?

My wife’s boyfriend

Threw me out.

Holy Shit !

Nothing holy about it,

The big bastard drinks

Like a dry sponge then

Beats the piss out of people,

Hell – all I do is smoke pot,

Sit back smiling at the prettiness

Of things,

Mind you – if I would have

Had a gun back then

I’d be in jail now

Facing serious stuff,

But poetic justice is

Coming,

Besides alcohol he has a

Taste for that famous place

That mixes pink slime

With waste trimmings

And calls it hamburger.

Do you do refills ?

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:35 AM August 27, 2012

Late August Rain

With the clouds

And the rain moving

In there’s a chance we’ll

Miss the coming Blue Moon,

Damn it all,

On the bright side,

I suppose rain will always

Remind me about you and our

First meeting,

Now you probably don’t

Think that this is about you,

Write about a woman and most

Times she thinks it’s about someone

More sophisticated and beautiful than

She perceives herself to be,

Clouds, rain, love,

Sometimes it’s

Simply

Crazy.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:59 PM August 26, 2012

 

The Jacket

The jacket

You slid over

Your slender shoulders

And thin black dress

As we sat into

The late Friday night

In those big wicker chairs

Around the outside table

At Nesbitt’s,

The jacket

You snuggled into

As we chatted and sipped

 Real Earl Grey Tea with

The lawyer James

And your fellow Tom,

Chatted

About philosophies,

Liberal Arts, books,

Mystics and movies,

Sailing around the world,

Chatted like naive

University students until

The reality of the street came

Out of somewhere and we called

It a night,

The jacket

You wore in those

Wonderful keeper moments

Still exhales your perfume,

When I put it on it’s as if

You are wrapping your

Your slim body

 Around me.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAnfPoetry.com

8:53 AM August  26, 2012