A Bit Of A Bother

To insure our

Democracy and freedom

There are cameras

In public and private places,

Internet activity and

Phone calls are monitored,

There are twenty-four hour

News channels to keep

Everyone informed,

Governments have their

Own studios to guarantee

The message is as

It is supposed to be,

Most people are comfy

In their cozy freedom

And can’t wait until

The body chip is available,

Carrying cell phones,

Debit and credit cards and ID

Is a bit of a bother.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:00 AM March 31, 2014

Come Sunday

Come Sunday

With the rains set in

The art not painted

The stone still rock

The notes sleeping in

A guitar somewhere,

The words keep rolling

The thoughts still dancing

Under the moon

With you out there.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:51 PM March 29, 2014


In our days of


We stopped at

Gas station chains

For cheap gas,

Bad coffee,

And even worse

Premade sandwiches,

In those days

Of cold hotdogs,

Great beer,

Strong whiskey

And sweet wine,

We lived and dined

As if we were never ending,

Today many shuffle the isles

Fingering GMO’d tomatoes,

Wrinkled organic things,

Processed packages,

And smile at progress.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:45 AM March 27, 2014

Ugly Things


There are marches

To walk away

From ugly things,

The ugly things

Don’t disappear,

Perhaps through fear

We think that candles

Carried in the dark

Will make our parks

And people safer,

Maybe we should

March into the ugly things,

Simply say Fuck Off

We’re not going to

Put up with ugly things

Any longer.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:10 PM March 25, 2014

The Pattern

It only takes

A few decades

To realize the


The births

The deaths

The in between,

The sickness

The sadness

The madness,

But there’s also

So much joy

So much happiness

So much laughter,

Always something

To look forward to

Once you realize

The pattern.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:45 PM March 24, 2014

Into The Picture

It was an evening

Of the wind fluttering

The flag,

The jazz low and


The trees outside

The window

Starting to bud,

Their branches like

Hundreds of outstretched

Fingers waiting

For some druid

To pin leaves to

Their tips,

I thought about you,

It’s uncanny how you

Step so warmly into

The picture.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Here We Go Again” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:12 PM March 22, 2014