It’s crazy
How many mornings
I find myself
Thinking about you,
Nothing exotic,
Just that up in
The clouds
Out on the waves
All encompassing
Feeling,
Your kiss lingers,
Like a great espresso
The tingle on my lips,
My tongue never seems
To go away.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:38 AM June 30, 2013
They said it was
Inevitable,
It was written
In the book,
Big business
Raping and pillaging,
Government lackeys
Out of whack,
Wars, wars, wars,
They admitted
It seemed wrong
But they accepted it
Because it was written,
Maybe that’s what
Monkeys are for,
A mirror to show us
How stupid we are,
Both like their crotches
Licked,
Their egos tricked
And both will do crazy things
For a banana or a dollar.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:33 AM June 29, 2013
It was one of those days
When the grey and the
Drizzle hung so low
You thought night
Might drop any moment,
People quiet, contemplative,
Like rain slaves
Hiding from a heat wave,
Too shy, too scared
To leave the fog
And say,
Hey Babe,
I love you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:59 PM June 28, 2013
I looked into getting
A smart phone once,
In Canada with one
Of the highest rates
In the world,
I was pissed to learn
I was forwarded to
A foreign country,
Waiting half an hour
Listening to crappy music
Waiting for my turn,
After hours of stupidity
And silly situations,
I wondered,
If they do this to
Prospective customers,
What do they do to one
With a problem.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:59 PM June 27, 2013
A nun left
Some biscuits
I suppose
They were buns,
Who pays attention
When flour dough
Runs,
The birds at
Her table
Were feasting
And loud
Like Mother Teresa,
She was lost
In the crowd.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 AM June 27, 2013
He came
With a salamander
In a jar,
She drove up
In a big black
Car,
They came running
From the early
Bus,
Someone shouted
Take a look
At us,
Are we not
Salamanders
In a jar.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:32 PM June 26, 2013
The table was set
The candles were there
Her hair was down
And on the back
Of a chair,
Wonderful threads
Were folded and draped
The ones from which
The dream escaped.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:34 AM June 25, 2013
