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
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
Their moons
Cavorted in Scorpio
A nearly perfect
Conjunction,
There is something
Intriguing
About moons locked
Together anywhere,
But the
Conjunction
In Scorpio
Is a dance
So delicate,
So daring,
So mysterious,
It has no peer.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:43 PM November 27, 2013
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
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
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 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
