What would you do
If a moonbeam
Came through
Inviting you to slide,
Would you take up
The adventure
Or hide behind
Humdrum,
Knowing
Who knows where
Riding a moonbeam
Might take you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 AM April 29, 2014
The bell rang
The brake release
Hissed,
And all
That we knew
Was all
That we missed,
Until kissed
By all that
We never knew.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:07 PM April 28, 2014
The seagull smiled,
Why are you sailing
In this wind today?
Well, it’s ideal,
Wind is a banquet
Set for sails.
Be careful they don’t
Overeat my friend,
Be careful they don’t
Overeat.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:10 AM April 24, 2014
Looking back
At those years,
The Bohemian years,
Or were they the years
In a mask,
Those years you wonder
What in the hell you
Wasted them for,
Or were they
Not wasted at all,
Is the image
In the mirror,
Is your art,
The seeds of those years
Coming into their own.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:52 AM April 24, 2014
Kiss me baby
Kiss me baby
Let’s rock and
Let’s roll,
Come on baby
Come on baby
Do the
Late night stroll,
The past is the future
The band’s on track
Kiss me baby
Kiss me baby
I’ll kiss you
Right back.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 PM April 21, 2014
Not a day goes by
I don’t think
Of you
The times we raced
From teal to blue
Let the moon
Take us in and
Through
Oh there isn’t much
That you can do
When you play
The game of
Heart tattoo.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 AM April 20, 2014
Poetry
Like love
Has a burning
Devouring power,
That keeps you
Up late nights,
Wakes you at odd
Hours with a relentless
Pounding passion exploding
In your veins,
An explosion driving some
To sit on the fence of ecstasy,
Some to insanity,
Some to take refuge
In a bottle.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:35 PM April 19, 2013
Bananas and oranges
Apples and more
The government
Is watching
Like never before,
Taping, recording
They know who
You are,
They know what
You’re doing,
They follow
Your car.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:09 PM April 18, 2014
Sometimes we squeak
Through things,
Sometimes we reflect on
Our lucky good fortune
And count our blessings,
Most time we take things
For granted and roll along
With little reflection or
Contemplation,
Life is funny isn’t it,
Some die, some live,
Some are healthy,
Some are sick,
Sometimes we squeak
Through things
Without a squeak of
Thankfulness.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:43 PM April 16, 2014
Perhaps it was
Only a dream,
I remember
Someone once said
It’s all
Only a dream,
But then why does
The sweet smell,
The softness of
Her skin
Haunt my hours,
Her voice,
Her murmurs
Echo, echo, echo,
Her touch
Tingle my skin
Minute to minute,
If it was
Only a dream.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:04 AM April 14, 2014
