Sunday Like Margo

It was a Sunday

Like an old fashion

Prairie town Sunday,

You know the kind

Where the town seems

Dead,

Only the Chinese

Restaurant open

But nobody there,

Everyone either sleeping

Off Saturday night

Or trying to stay awake

In hard wooden pews,

Or playing ball in Kuroki

Or still drinking beer

At Margo Lake.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

11:45 AM March 31, 2013

After The Kiwi

It was downhill

After the kiwi

Like uphill

To the gate,

My friend had left

For Quadra

And I was

Working late,

And it was

La te da te

Dom de do,

And there I was,

Left doing it too.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

4:35 PM March 30, 2013

Bitcoin Dilemma

I tried to explain

What a bitcoin was

But it was really hard

You know because

I was new to

The concept

And there wasn’t one

To roll between their fingers,

I suppose that’s just

The way it goes

Some things

Are hard to

Understand

Unless you leave

The confines

Of what you think

You know.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

6:34 PM March 28, 2013

Poet

He went lonely

To a monastery

Played music

In sad harmony

Wondered if his time

Had passed him by,

Who knows why

One wanders there

Pulling cobwebs

From their hair,

Those corridors

That squeeze and scare

Like pins and needles

In your eyes.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

2:11 PM March 27, 2013

Every Time

Every time

That you come by

I get the sense

The sense that I

Could never fall

Out of love

With you,

Every time

You come across

My mind

I always seem,

I seem

To find,

I find I slip

Into that mystic blue

Where everything’s

Alive and you

Are not imagination.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

6:46 PM March 26, 2013

Spring 2013

 

The afternoon before

The Libra full moon

It was obvious

That spring had arrived,

It was decidedly warmer,

Brian was heading

Back to the Gwaii,

The gold miners

Were flying north

For another seven

Month stint,

Al and his friends

Were slowly drifting

Back from the

Palm Springs winter,

Tans and all,

Ninety-seven percent

Of the population had

A smart meter installed

In a protest that was no

Protest at all,

With the writing on the wall,

We let Ben, a pleasant,

Diplomatic young man

From Corix,

Turn our hydro

From stupid to smart

In seconds,

One has to be careful

About joining things,

Before you know it

You’re on the front line

With others reciting

We’re behind you,

When you look around

They aren’t lying,

They’re behind you,

The problem is

They’re going in

The opposite direction.

Stephen Nesbitt©

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

2:28 PM March 26, 2013