From The Lir

 

So I’m sitting in the Lir

Rafting at Fisherman’s wharf,

Clouds cuddling round,

Rain drip dropping down,

Wind building stronger,

The Lir

Just rocking and bobbing

Going nowhere,

Like a love affair

That isn’t,

That doesn’t get off

Of the ground,

Just flirting and winking,

Consumed by the possibilities

Should everything come together.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:50 PM September 27, 2013

A Pickle

 

A pickle

If left to its

Own devices

May tickle your

Fancy and perhaps

Play you where

It hurts the most

And feels the best,

Funny thing

About a pickle

Is that it’s nothing

Without the brine,

So whatever pickle

You may find yourself in

Be prepared for a bit

Of sting.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:06 PM September 26, 2013

Restless

 

There are simply times

When you don’t know why

And you can’t explain

That ancient cry

That echoes through

Your being,

That urges you

To do you don’t know what,

That beckons you

To go you don’t know where,

That leaves you with

A crazy stare

And people wondering

What you’re on.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:20 PM September 24, 2013

Pigskin And Pumpkins

So once again

It’s pigskin and pumpkins,

Trees unfurling dead leaves

With their dying colors,

Grown men grunting

Over oval shaped balls,

Children giggling

With glee and a bit of fear

Over the eyes and scary faces

They’ve cut into pumpkins,

Women up to their

Elbows in turkey asses,

Contemplating what’s inside

The tight pants of men

Grunting over pigskin.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:07 PM September 22, 2013

Summer 2013

 

Re-visiting

Always leaves one

With mixed emotions,

The last day of summer

Two-thousand thirteen

Was no exception,

True – it was one

Of the best summer visits ever,

Perhaps that’s why it was

So hard to leave,

But of course there

Wasn’t a choice,

You trip into fall

Whether you stall or

Stroll willingly,

It’s like falling in love

You’re head over heels

Before you know it

And that’s that.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

3:52 PM September 21, 2013