Etchings

Beneath the Pisces moon

He sailed the Virgo sea,

The Sea Bird heeled

And rode the waves

In a pattern

As intricate,

As delicate,

As the one

She etched

Upon his heart.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:28 PM August 30, 2015

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Touching

Sometimes it was as if

We were touching

Finger tips,

Maybe it was just

The magic

Alive

Inside the Seabird,

Maybe the memory

Of your lips

On the nape

Of my neck,

Whatever the reason,

In the quiet of the

Bald Pate Too,

It’s as if you

And I were

Touching

Finger

Tips.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:39 PM August 18, 2015

Clinging

It’s all over

But the dying he said,

Leaning over a broken rail

On what once was a boat,

Now a haphazardly patched

Wooden hull tied to the dock,

Bits of plywood, boards, plastic,

Tin and what have you in a shanti

Town collage of how in the hell

Does one live there,

You’ll probably survive the boat,

No, he looked straight through me,

When she goes I go she’s all I have left,

Isn’t that the same for many of us,

Are we not clinging to something

That in reality is of little value.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:49 PM August 17, 2015

Prelude

Funny how that evening

Flashes back to mind,

That night after the

Sun had gone,

The tea was warm,

Shoulders chilly,

Drunks suddenly appearing

As if emerging from the cracks

In the sidewalk,

The aroma and the sensations

As alive now as they were then,

In that evening

Of a once in a lifetime

Prelude.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:40 PM August 14, 2015

The Race

With the wind

Teasing our hair,

The sun

Kissing our lips,

We race,

Seldom thinking

Where or what the

Finishing line will be,

There are thinkers,

Some with a hope

Of falling into the arms

Of a benevolent god,

Some of breaking through

The invisible barrier and

Continuing on with the race,

Some with hitting the wall

Ending it all,

Leaving only pictures

And memories that will quickly

Fade away with the ticking of time.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:48 PM August 13, 2015

Attack Ads And Votes

They sat around

Talking politics

And wondering

How anyone with

Average intelligence

Could believe the Conservative’s

Attack ads,

Could decide who to vote for

Based on the Conservative’s

Manipulative crap,

Perhaps the Neocon

Philosophy was right,

Perhaps some people

Are too stupid to make

Important decisions,

Perhaps that’s why

Neocons court their

Votes.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:05 PM August 12, 2015