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
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
A forgotten purse,
A chance meeting
In a rotunda,
Just enough to get
Your imagination
Running, racing,
And as with anything
Male and female,
Like the game of chess,
The possibilities are
Almost endless.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:54 AM March 30, 2013
Would we call
Him a terrorist
If He came by
Today,
Or simply call
Him crazy
And medicate Him
For His stay.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:10 AM March 29, 2013
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
Pete The Pen
Tried to spend
A Singapore silver dollar,
Sorry Pete
We don’t take them
But we would consider a
Bitcoin.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:20 PM March 27, 2013
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
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
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
Who are the toads
Who frittered away
The lily pads,
Blamed it on
The tadpoles,
Then beyond obscene
Demanded a bailout
To save the pond,
When everyone knew
All it would do
Is give the toads
More green.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:28 PM March 25, 2013
