Last Cappuccino

With one crow cawing

And the gulls all circling,

A lone eagle up high

Gliding, lurking,

The clock had stopped

At six forty-five,

A last cappuccino

At ten forty-five,

And that’s how

Dockside,

Ended.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:45 AM March 31, 2015

Six Six Six

One door opens

And six doors close

The government dancing

In Caesar’s clothes,

Love comes calling

But nobody’s home

We’re out paying taxes

Like they did in Rome,

One window opens

Six windows close

The world’s out fighting

In a Napoleon pose,

Love comes looking

But nobody’s there

We’re out paying homage

At the banker’s chair,

One gate opens

And six gates close

Spies are everywhere

Like Fleming’s prose,

Love comes naked

We say what the hell

We’re all getting screwed

Let’s ring the bell.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:28 AM March 29, 2015

 

Revelations

The older you get

The more you realize

That no matter how careful

You are,

Getting from there to here
Requires more than a bit of luck,

A quick peek at the obituaries drives

It home,

When I was a kid I remember some

Old ladies talking about Fred and Helen,

How Fred came on Sundays

And Helen came on Mondays

Just like clockwork with the milk

Delivery,

It took some years to figure

That one out.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:12 PM March 27, 2015

Teased

When the sun came out

And the storm died down

It was anchors pulled

And into the breeze,

You know the times

With the sails being

Teased

The current stronger

Than full hull speed,

So it was backwards in

Time and you remember

That day,

She adjusted her things and

Teased

You to stay.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:05 AM March 26, 2015

Forgot Forgets

It was as if the world

The world forgot,

To tell us

That we,

That we were not

The only ones

To fall in love,

And though the time

The time was short,

I remember the taste

Of all your lips,

The thirsty rhythm

Of your driving hips,

No need to pinch

To pinch myself,

I know the price

I know how nice

When it seems the world

The world forgets.

Stephen Nesbitt©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:18 PM March 24, 2015

Changing Plans

Changing plans always has

A hollow melancholy corner,

There’s always the gnawing

What if, what if,

But like the seasons

There comes an end time

To hanging on,

It’s all a matter of

Mustering the optimistic

Because who really knows

What the changing weather will bring.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:14 PM March 23, 2014

Nude Beach

A group of older gals

Were discussing visiting

A nude beach,

Gathering strength from

One another they all

Committed to wear the

Appropriate attire,

You’re never too old

To enjoy the thrills and

Spills of being alive,

They all nodded and agreed

They would be hurting

No one by visiting

A nude beach.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:42 PM March 21, 2015