The conversation
Was interesting, revealing,
Those who had bought
Into a package
With a manual, the book
That explained the past,
The present, the future,
Were comfortable with what
They were led to believe,
The rest of us
Still stuck in the vortex
Of thinking, wondering,
Trying to makes heads or tails
Of it all,
Were not as complacent.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:09 AM May 19, 2014
There were no
Second looks
Silent oohs and aahs
As the Hells Angels
And other bikers roared
Through in six pack formation
On their way to the Harbourview Inn,
I suppose that’s
Society’s statement,
We have become complacent
With gangs, thugs and crooks
From government, church, industry
And on down,
Hell look at our
Relax time entertainment,
We munch popcorn and potato chips
As we unwind with unimaginable
Atrocities .
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
1:29 PM May 18, 2014
A piece of
The full moon
Still hanging in
The early, early
Morning sun,
A cat stalking
A bird,
Some asshole
Swerving over
The center line
Trying to hit
A duck and her
Ducklings,
A group of
Flabby tourists
On a let’s get fit run,
A skinny woman
Struggling on her bike,
A homeless guy
Or is he a drunk
Tiptoeing out
Of the graveyard.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:18 AM May 18, 2014
Like a mouthful
Of hot coffee
She was so
Looked forward to,
And yet …
At times the
Mouthful
Was simply
Too hot
To handle.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:10 AM May 17, 2014
What would democracy be
Without
Security Certificates,
Mystery accusers,
Secret evidence,
Free trips to
Crazy countries
For interrogation,
Private secret trials,
Where could democracy be
If fascist tactics
Were not employed
To protect the great illusion,
The pretence of rights and freedom.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:53 PM May 14, 2014
Watching two ends
Playing the middle
In that pyjama
Banana race,
Or was it
Hotdogs and dill pickles
Looking for the bun,
In any case
It sometimes made
One wonder
What it would
Be like,
Being in that game
Of two ends
Playing the middle,
Trying to penetrate
The sun.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:22 PM May 13, 2014
The funny thing was
Because it was raining
Her clothes seemed to be
Part of her skin,
And the voices and
Vices echoing through
Thunder,
Drew us together
Like Siamese twins
Pinned.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:30 PM May 12, 2014
