Confessions

Years ago I stopped writing

For fear that I might offend

Or give someone the wrong idea,

Many years later after a poke from

An Australian Goddess’s pen,

A Kundalini Awakening,

I started writing again,

 I find I do offend some

I give some the wrong idea,

For a moment I thought

Perhaps I should stop,

But only for a brief moment

Because I realized I don’t control

What goes on in your head,

Should you see your woman

Dancing in the lines,

Maybe she is,

Maybe she’s not,

The solution is simple,

Stop reading.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersInPoetry.com

9:48 AM September 30, 2012

Late September Morning

In the spring

Of a late September

Saturday morning,

In the early autumn sun,

People already pre-bundling

For the nasty North Pacific

Winter weather

That has yet to come,

A woman walks by

Both palms wrapped

Around a paper cup

Of coffee,

A dreamy holding a

Penis look on her face,

An old man salutes

The cenotaph and

Waves at the flag,

Picks up some garbage

Out of the dying flowers,

The simple sweet things

Of a late September morning.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:42 AM September 29, 2012

Wish You Were Here

Nacime stopped in

Grabbed the Seagull

To work a little

On a bit of Pink Floyd,

Out of thin air

A long haired stranger

With a manicured beard

Took the guitar

And played a little bit crazy,

Played like a man possessed,

The Seagull is still smiling

A day later.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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6:01 PM September 28, 2012

Letter To A Lover

Yes I saw you naked

Or was it shadows

On the wall,

Sunlight in the

Tree tops,

Rainbows in the

Waterfall,

Yes I heard you love me

Or was it wind

In the midnight

Branches,

Thunder in the

Grey clouds

As lightening

Jumps and dances,

Yes I know I love you

It’s written

In the sea,

If you can’t

See the letters

They’re clear

Enough for me.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:19 PM September 25, 2012

Alone Together

A long haul trucker

From the mainland

Stopped in for a chai

And a Montreal Smoked

Meat Sandwich,

Out of the blue

The gorgeous woman

With the long dark hair

Came in again,

This is like Montreal

The trucker said,

Do you mind if I

Sit at an outside table

And just listen to the music,

It’s like a coffee shop in Montreal,

I couldn’t help but step

Into his dream and

Spend some time

Alone with the

Gorgeous woman,

In a coffee shop,

In Montreal.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:00 AM September 25, 2012

Pussy Burn

What did you do

To your lips ?

I was sipping

From a lotus cup

And didn’t realize

How hot

It could really be.

Looks like

 A pussy burn to me.

I’ve always had

A thing for cats,

I suppose if you

Get too close

To a Wichien-maat

It might happen,

But I was sipping

From a lotus cup.

Looks like a

Pussy burn to me.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:55 AM September 23, 2012

Falling

Falling in love

With you

Was easy,

After all I’ve known you

Since you were a kid,

Sometimes I think

This love must be

A carry over from

Other lifetimes,

How else could

You explain the

Intensity, the ease,

The comfort,

Falling in love

With you

Was easy,

Like a child

Unable to resist

Picking a gorgeous flower,

Poking a finger into the honey pot,

Sliding a hot cookie off of the tray,

Falling in love

With you

Was easy,

Falling out of love

With you

Is impossible.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:59 AM September 22, 2012