Hemingway and Atwood
Came in with
Those telltale signs
Of the nights
And days before,
Then Charlie arrived
And revealed
A little more,
You might have
Heard about
The Islands
And the partying
Sexy sweeties,
But you never
Know for sure
T’ill you’ve
Ripped it up
On Lasqueti.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetty.com
1:25 PM October 30, 2013
We headed into
Halloween
With rain
And weather changing,
You know
That’s the way it is
With the
Season’s rearranging,
Before we know it
It will be
Snow time,
The days of
Gifts and giving,
Strange the things
We do
In the land
Of the living.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
1:17 PM October 30, 2013
It was a crazy day,
You know the one
Where time just
Rolls on and on
Like a long lineup
Or queue
To an outdoor toilet
At a public event,
You have a sense
That the biffy will
Be smelly and messy,
But you still have to go.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:16 PM October 28, 2013
For some unknown reason
WordPress has suppressed
My ability to stop by,
Say Hi or leave a like,
Your sites lock on loading
And I’m left with the
Foreboding thought
I’ve been suppressed.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:40 AM October 27, 2011
It seemed
It was usually
Scary shit
That people who
Lived on boats
Spoke about,
Seldom the fun,
The romantic,
The lovely things
That must have
Crossed their bows
From time to time,
Perhaps that’s why
Many of them hadn’t
Left the dock in years,
The scary shit
Kept them tied
And talking.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:30 PM October 26, 2013
She loved misty rains
And sweet refrains
Cuddling naked
In her blankets,
Slept in the middle
Used all of the pillows
And the rest,
Well,
That’s for your
Imagination.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:23 PM October 25, 2013
It’s eerie in the dark
When you know
Something’s there,
The longer you stare
Into that blackness
The bigger the thing
Becomes and then,
Imagination runs wild
And you’re still
As a stone,
Hiding from whatever
Is out there.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StangersAndPoetry.com
8:54 PM October 24, 2013
I walked down
A derelict dock
That was like
A Chicago slum,
Where outside men
On broken boats
Drank beer and Navy Rum,
They all seemed
Nice enough
In their tough
And rowdy way,
And though I felt
Not a bit of fear
There was no way
I would stay.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From `Pigskin And Pumpkins` www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:09 PM October 23, 2013
At a quarter to nine
I was sitting there blind
Not a word
On the paper to read,
The Lir shifted on blue
And I thought about
How you
And billowing sails
Cause strong hearts
To soften and bleed.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:01 PM October 22, 2013
I remember reading
Somewhere
When I was a kid,
That the definition
Of the thinnest thing
In the world
Was a mosquito`s ass
Stretched over a rain barrel,
Well …
Stephen Harper and the
Conservative response
To their Senate scandals
Has relegated
The mosquito`s ass
To second place.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:35 PM October 21, 2013
