Last Day

On that last day

At minus eight degrees

With the sunrise

Whipped with black clouds,

A threatening grey blanket

And blue skies peeping,

It was like most

Last days,

You know the mixture,

Pain, sadness,




Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside”

7:56 AM December 31, 2014

Distant Relatives

So the conversation grows

About the 2015 election,

The question is,

Are people thinking

Or simply swimming

In propaganda and thoughts

Others want them to think,

The fear is that many plan

To vote against something

Rather than for something,

Are against and anarchy

Distant relatives.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside”

8:12 AM December 30, 2014


Perhaps it’s fitting

That a fat man,

A gay reindeer,

Artificial trees and

Plastic decorations

Be our symbols for


We push and shove

To line up to buy

Cheap trinkets from

The East to give to

Those we supposedly


Black Fridays that

Stretch for days

And Boxing Day sales

That start days before


Stir and excite us.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside”

10:34 AM December 24, 2014