So Stupid

The older some get

The more they realize

How we’ve been

Lied to,

By church,

By state,

By industry,

By historians,

They wonder how

They could have been

So stupid,

Yet a glance

Around reveals

Young and old

Still trumpeting,

Still parroting,

Still believing

The noble crap.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:08 PM November 29, 2013

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Something Bumps

As quietly as they

Appeared

The glitches have

Disappeared

From my Word Press site,

And as I sit here

Cozy in the starboard

Corner of the Lir

Tonight,

Contemplating the last

New moon of the year,

The longest night

Coming,

The crazy hoopla

Of the questionable trinketry

Of the season,

Something bumps

The underside of the boat

And I wonder is it the ghost

Of tomorrow’s Black Friday.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:35 PM November 28, 2013

Her Finger Tips

 

 

Her finger tips still

Held arcing capabilities,

The energy generated

By her physical presence

Still set systems in motion

And threw things out of whack,

Like a large comet

Brushing by earth,

No collision,

No explosion,

No big bang,

Just the realization

Of the possibilities.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:25 PM November 26, 2013

 

Looking And Wondering

I suppose the raven

Who perched atop

Mast to mast

Knows the comings

And goings

On the dock,

For most others

It’s pure speculation

That at times

Drifts into rumors

And gossip,

But then that’s

What makes dock life

Spicy with full flavor,

And of course it’s

Always interesting

Watching people

Looking and wondering.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:20 PM November 25, 2013

Where

It’s cold as hell

But there isn’t any snow

And he’s wondering

Where, where did

She go,

It’s cold and clear

Just a bit of ice

Everything right

And everything nice

For lovers to clutch

And cuddle tonight,

He looks at his watch

He looks down the road,

He whispers softly

Will she show

And he wonders where,

Where did she go.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:00 PM November 24, 2013

 

 

 

The Risk

The observer runs

The risk

Of getting caught

Or lost in the

Tangles and angles

Of the triangle itself,

Sensing the sweet and

The sour that may

Or may not exist,

Being perplexed

In a complex dilemma,

Left at a loss for words

Like the man who’s

Losing his memory

Leading the woman

Who already has.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:05 PM November 23, 2013