The storm came in
Gusting to 100 K,
Standing on the deck
It was as overwhelming
As the first time you
Lifted your skirt.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:15 PM September 29, 2013
Monthly Archives: September 2013
Sometimes Things
I didn’t really know
Or did I,
Sometimes things
Fall apart near the end,
And when universes
Collide,
Well,
Explosions
Are the least of the
Consequences.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:47 PM September 28, 2013
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
There
Some would say
It wasn’t much,
She came with moonlight
Dancing in her hair
Said come with me
I’ll take you there,
He kissed her softly
Between her thighs
And of course
The skies opened
And she took him there.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:13 PM September 25, 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
When Moonbeams Fly
I will be awake
When midnight comes
When the moon hangs high
And the sweet
Vanilla scent runs,
When the candles flicker
As you slip by,
I’ll be waiting
For you
When moonbeams fly.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:45 AM September 23, 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
Done
The last full moon
Of summer done
I sit and wonder
What I’ve done,
The things I missed
What I didn’t do,
Like making summer
Love with you,
But then you know
That’s how it goes
Sometimes life is done
Before you’ve started.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:24 PM September 20, 2013
