After the revelations
Of Snowden and a few
Brave others,
Those paying attention
Know,
Those not caring
Still have heard the rumours,
That when we get
Our naked butts in bed
Governments around the world
Are trying to watch
And know
Our every movement,
Nosey bastards,
So all you fine folks
Out there
Give them a show,
Let the political perverts
Know
What they are missing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:31 PM February 27, 2015
He sighed,
I’ve never been
To the south of France,
Never once
Inside her pants,
Hey man,
That’s why it’s
Called the blues.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:28 PM February 26, 2015
In the stillness of
The thought
The reasoning
Sang why not,
And so began
The journey
Into the heart of
The Discovery Islands,
And who would have imagined
The view across Okosollo Channel
With the Octopus Islands
A short distance
Past the fog.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:10 PM February 25, 2015
From bastard
To holy man
Through years of
Complicated stages,
Who would have
Thought it
Flipping back
Through the pages.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:22 PM February 24, 2015
A mummified monk
Encased in a Buddha shell,
How Egyptian is that,
Or was Egyptian Chinese,
How did he get there,
Bewitched by a religious tale,
Religious stories tend to get
Some people to do crazy things,
Just look around the world today
And yesterday,
Or did he piss somebody off,
Monkey around with somebody’s
Monkey.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:10 AM February 24, 2015
Strange how some
Communities
Clam up,
Everyone knows
But no one knows,
No one talks,
Whether it’s weapons
Whether it’s drugs,
Suspicious deaths,
Clam up,
Is there some secret
About themselves they
Want kept secret,
Or is there some
Perverse satisfaction
In being a part of a
Clam up community
That drives people
To clam up.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:24 AM February 23, 2015
One of those days
When red was blue
And blue was red,
No one said
It would ever
Be easy
To separate the
Colors,
Like the jackass
And the elephant,
Don’t the handlers
Remain the same.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
3:33 PM February 22, 2015
