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

I Remember

I remember the day

When time fell away

And the moon

Drifted over the sun,

No one could see

What you are to me

How I want you

Like no other one.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:15 PM March 28, 2014

Life Is Sometimes

Life is sometimes

A bewildering wonder,

With countless thoughts

From countless minds

Firing in all directions,

The flurry of activity

Plugging the atmosphere,

Tiring the receptors

Of unsuspecting souls

Scratching at living

From day to day,

One day at a time.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

3:11 PM March 28, 2014

Progress

In our days of

Invincibility

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

Pattern,

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