Naked Butts In Bed

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

 

The Monk

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

C lam Up

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

Looking For A Leader

Thinking about the coming

Canadian election,

Oil prices in the toilet

Our dollar at eighty cents,

Inflation and unemployment

Knocking,

Wars and strife all around,

Who is a leader who might

Lead us through,

One who talks but no walk,

One who hides behind protocol,

Governor General’s skirts,

And in closets,

Or one who stands up

In the front,

Puts himself on the line,

Has guts, brains and courage.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:53 PM February 21, 2015

 

Off Of My Mind

I’m not sure

If it’s because of Venus

Hanging from the crescent moon,

The haunting piano,

The sentimental sax,

But it’s one of

Those long days

  I can’t get you off

Of my mind,

Perhaps it’s the

Consequence,

The price of love itself,

Maybe we were lovers

Back in the days when

The music was live,

I can hear you say

That was then but this is now

And still somehow

I can’t get you

Off of my mind.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:18 PM February 20, 2015