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



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


I’m not sure

If she was aware

Of the fires she ignited,

Maybe she was

Maybe she wasn’t,

In any case the fires raged,

Late night walks in the

Rain and chilly night air,

Cold showers,

Nothing eased the flames,

The mere thought of her name

Sent images racing, racing, racing.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

5:46 PM September 18, 2013


Every now and then

Some things just click,

And even though you’re

Never really sure of the reasons

At times you find yourself in

Analytical mode,

Until that is,

Until you remember

Jim Rohn’s old lines,

“You can gather the fruits

Or study the roots,

It depends on which end

You want to get in on” .

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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

5:14 PM September 17, 2013