The Poet

They analyzed

The poet’s writing

To find out

About his mind,

Not realizing

That dissecting

A mirror to discover

The nature of the image,

Is humorous illusion.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

8:06 AM July 28, 2014

The Art Show

Torn sugar packets,

Broken stir sticks,

Flattened paper cups

And plastic lids,

A messy collage

Of discarded trash

Sprinkled with cigarette

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

11:30 AM July 27, 2014



Towards the last

Week in July

That was a bit like


Hubert chatted

About things he


From years gone by,

Life is simpler

And more interesting

When you’re healthy

And still walking

On the edge

Of eighty-seven

He smiled,

Sha Boom, Sha Boom,

I’ll see you tomorrow

If I’m still alive,

If not,

I’ll come as a ghost.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

1:53 PM July 24, 2014

The Storm


Some thought the storm

Was over,

Those in the know

Knew it was just a lull


Strange how some see

And some don’t,

Like the lady who rides

The edges of things

Seeing and hearing

What others can`t guess,

Labelled a crackpot

By those who can`t see,

Those in the know

Know she rides shotgun

To some of the secrets and

Mysteries of the universe.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book“

7:48 PM July 22, 2014