We went to the edge

On occasion,

You know that place

Where you stand

Faces flushed

Facing the gates

Of Nirvana,

We never entered

Although we knew

We could,

Sometimes wondered

If we should,

But it’s hard to move

When the music

From Heaven,

Gets your souls


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:59 PM February 27, 2013

A Pastor’s Wife

A pastor’s wife

Asked me about my


As we skirted the

Outer edges of things

I realized why I’m not

Afraid of death,

It’s not death,

But the not knowing

Where you’re going,

Wondering if

There will be

Soft lips,

Hard nipples,

Hot snuggly vaginas

Wherever it is,

In other words,

Will there be Love,

Will there be Poetry.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:22 PM February 26, 2013


It’s crazy times

It’s interesting times,

Our friends to the South

Struggling with the gun issue

And the question is intriguing,

Is it the gun or the finger that pulls

The trigger that creates the catastrophe?

In Canada some of our unelected Senators

Flaunting their extravagance with tax payers’

Money and claiming stupidity when questioned,

You can’t disagree with stupidity and the

Questions arise … why are they there

In the first place and how does

It reflect on the one who

Appointed them?

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:36 PM February 26, 2013

Stormy Weather

The damn wind

Kept blowing the door ajar,

Each opening caused

The buzzers to ring,

We would poke our heads

Around the kitchen door frame

To see if anyone was there,

Usually nobody was,

So we toasted St. Viateur

Sesame seed bagels,

Spread them with real

Butter and Victoria style

Cream cheese,

I sprinkled cracked black

On mine, we munched

Bagels, sipped tea and spoke

About things you would never

Discuss with acquaintances or strangers.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:33 PM February 24, 2013

The Ending

So we went through

The emotions of the motions,

Or was it

 The motions of the emotions,

Who knows for sure,

Trapped in the illusion

Of the spheres

The way we are,

Perhaps a fitting ending

To a chapter

Or is it a book,

Of something that

Came out of the blue,

Started as a surprise

Without knowing,

Without understanding,

Mesmerized by the magic

Of it all.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:42 PM February 21, 2013