In the full moon
With the skies
Tinged with teal,
The mind urged
By the heart
To recall the unreal,
In the full moon
Of that time
That now is but dreams,
Where reality
And illusion
Blend at the seams.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:00 PM July 30, 2015
With all the skims, the scams,
The lies, the craziness
In the world,
It sometimes gets
A bit heavy,
But every now and then
An Isaak comes along,
A young person
With character, integrity,
Action that balances
The scales,
One who
Leaves you smiling,
Contemplating the beauty,
The joy of being human.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
12:03 PM July 23, 2015
The procrastination
Of putting words to paper,
Leaves thoughts and ideas
Like wrens locked
In rafters,
Darting, squawking,
Perching,
Never to see
The light of day.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:55 PM July 22, 2015
You climb the mountains
Then back down
To the sea,
Wander the prairies
Poke around
In the trees,
It takes a long time
To figure it out,
The riddle’s inside
Not out and about.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird”http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:23 AM July 13, 2015
As the line of time
Grew longer,
Stretched and frayed
In places,
The traces of finger tips
Colored over
By tanning skin,
The thought of
Possibilities
Echoing in daytime
Hours,
Screaming in nighttime
Dreams.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:00 AM July 11, 2015
In that quiet time
In the mind
Where things
Are filed,
Retrieved,
Remembered,
Never deleted,
In that quiet time
Who sits atop
Your mental
Filing cabinet,
Who’s image
Never fades away?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:46 PM July 9, 2015
If the gods be willing
If the gods be kind,
Should the sun,
The moon,
All stars align,
You should be fine.
And if they aren’t,
If they don’t?
Well,
Life is sometimes
A coin toss,
A crapshoot.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 AM July 5, 2015
It was nearly at the point
Of over the edge with
Political correctness,
If you wrote about women
You were sexist,
If you wrote about people
You were racist,
If you wrote about
Governments and politics
You were a terrorist,
If you wrote about love
You were a sentimentalist,
And there were always
Myopic self-appointed critics
Rubbing their bony or fat fingers
Together jumping all over paper.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” http://www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
12:35 PM July 3, 2015
Some people,
Like comfortable shoes
You never want them
To leave,
Others,
Like a trendy fad
You can never
Really believe.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:24 PM July 2, 2015
If democracy
Isn’t an illusion,
Why are so many people
Upset,
With a referendum
In Greece?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:54 AM July 1, 2015
