On the edge
Of June
With a south east wind
Blowing May away
She came in jeans,
Intriguing and bewitching
As ever,
Whether in denim
Or her shimmering
Silky things
She was always mysterious,
Always beautiful,
Whenever our glances
Touched
It was as if
She cradled my heart
In her cupped hands,
As though she was calming
A bewildered bird.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:24 PM May 30, 2013
I was buttering
A muffin
When I thought
Of the day
You sat in my lap
And said
Let’s play,
The colors were
Daring
The ones you were
Wearing,
And I think
We might have had
Muffins,
Oh yes,
I will always
Remember
Muffins and things.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:53 PM May 29, 2013
Late in the day
And no words done
So I close my eyes
Send my mind on a run,
Around a corner
And into time
There you are
Sweet Woman
With that look
In your thighs,
And we know
Dear Lover
Where the poetry
Lies.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:38 PM May 28, 2013
I climbed the mountain
Slid down to the sea
Everyone hollered
And screamed at me,
You can’t do that
Unless you’re born of us,
I didn’t understand
Couldn’t see the fuss,
So I re-climbed the mountain
Slid again to the sea
Going both ways
Everywhere I could see,
Hate and ignorance
Prejudice and wars,
And all of the fights
Because some on the planet
Felt they had special rights.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:28 PM May 27, 2013
I was looking
For inspiration
When she came
In to say hello,
She seemed full
Of anticipation
Yet somehow
I don’t know,
After all being
A simple poet
You sometimes sense
These things,
But you never
Get used to the
Secrets,
And the fixation
Some people bring.
Stephen Nesbitt©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
3:01 PM May 26, 2013
It was always
A visual feast,
But like those
Beckoning borders
In the East,
One knew
That crossing
Meant no return.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:47 PM May 25, 2013
We all know
What we think
We know,
But when push
Comes to shove
It doesn’t amount
To a rat’s ass
In the scheme
Of things,
Being dug or
Clawing yourself
Out of the rubble
Of a natural disaster
Pretty much sums it up.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:04 AM May 25, 2013
Mirrors are sometimes
Hard to look at,
As we turned away
In horror from the
Assholes with knives
And cleavers on that
London street,
We couldn’t escape
The echo of the drones
And missiles humming
And whistling from afar,
The smell of blood dripping
From the hands of everyone.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:30 AM May 25, 2013
How many people
Are wandering
In the echoes
Of their voices,
Peeking from the
Dark shadows
Behind their faces,
Wondering
How in the hell
They got here,
Accidently clicking
Defrag,
Not knowing it
Will take longer
Than their body
Clocks have time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:15 AM May 24, 2013
Every time
I see you
I fall in love
Again,
Can’t describe
The feelings that come
Over me
And then,
Every time
I see you
I fall in love
Again.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:22 PM May 23, 2013
