In The Dark

Where are they going

She wondered out loud

As they strolled by

This single file crowd,

To the twenty-first

One silently said

They all kept walking

All nodding their heads,

The twenty-first she laughed

She thought it a lark

Yes they replied

It`s next past the ark,

What shall we do

She asked with a smile

Let`s hide in the dark

In the dark for a while.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:13 PM November 26, 2012

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One Night

She couldn’t find

The butter

He couldn’t find

The bread,

Strange where your

Mind goes

When you’re longing

To go to bed,

So they settled

For a bagel

With lotus petal

Spread,

And danced to

The music,

That was playing

In their heads.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:01 AM November 26, 2012

The Weekend

So Saturday ended

With a woman with

Tears in her eyes,

A drunk mediocre

Busker looking for big

Bucks to play inside,

 And thoughts and

Unanswered questions

Mixing in minds,

Sunday arrived

With sun and blue skies,

Like that now and then

Rainbow after a storm,

A troubled religious zealot

Proclaiming the end of

Religious freedom on

December the first or

Was it the twenty-first,

And thoughts and

Unanswered questions

Mixing in minds.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:02 PM November 25, 2012

Truth & Illusion

If there is such a thing

As truth,

It is not always beauty

As Keats would have

Us believe,

Sometimes truth is

Simply ugly as hell,

Perhaps that is why

Discrediting, persecuting,

Killing the messenger

Is accepted easier than

Truth itself,

If there is such a thing

As truth,

Most of us perpetuate

The misconceptions,

Add warm and fuzzy

Feelings to the illusion

Until the illusion becomes

The truth,

And truth becomes the

Conspiracy, the illusion.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:24 PM November 24, 2012

In The Clouds

She said she was

Lost in the clouds

And I knew what

She meant,

I spent many hours

There myself,

Perhaps you have too,

Because even with

A satisfied lover,

Family and friends,

There are times

When you have to

Trust your body to

Their care and leave,

I swore the next

Time I went I would

Keep an eye out for her,

Who knows what magic

May happen in the clouds

 Near the stairway to Heaven.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:44 PM November 23, 2012

What From What

Twenty-nine days

Until the Mayan date

Yet who really knows

What from what,

As children

Many of us had

A rough time coming

To terms with the

Reality of Santa Claus,

By the time we’re adults

We’ve been jaded

So many times

We don’t bother

Trying to come to terms

With most things that

We were led to believe,

Take Christmas for instance,

http://www.simpletoremember.com/vitals/Christmas_TheRealStory.htm

Yes, twenty-nine days

From the Mayan date

Yet who really knows

What from what.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:32 PM November 22, 2012