A Conservative election
Sign
Near a food bank direction
Sign,
An NDP election
Sign
Next to a house for sale
Sign,
Who places these
Signs?
Or are they an omen,
A sign
Of what might come.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:09 PM September 29, 2015
Three angry old women
Lost in their menopause,
Fanning themselves
With last year’s MacLean’s
And rolled up
Old newspapers,
Big C Conservatives
Pissed to distraction,
When you say
You’re not voting with them.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:34 PM September 27, 2015
The letters and words
Caressed and caroused
Rolled tongues
Over nipples and things,
Twined sixty-nines
Deep kissed and made love
In the way that
Unabashed passion
Brings.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:26 AM September 20, 2015
He took the pictures
Down
After she left,
They thought
About each other
Now and again,
They both remembered
The time they went
Down
That holy excursion,
And yet,
They both realized
That time was too short
To go mentally
Down
The road of
Impossibilities.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:06 PM September 19, 2015
Are you registered to vote?
Why in the hell would a
Homeless guy register
To Vote!
They pump you full
Of the myths, lies and legends
While you’re growing up,
Scorn you when you
Question the illusions,
When you explore possible truths,
Smugly advise you that politicians lie
And not to be naïve that’s what they do,
So why would a homeless guy
Register to perpetuate
The myths, lies and legends.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:42 AM September 15, 2015
It’s all touch and go,
From the snows
Of winter,
The greens of spring,
The heat of summer,
The colors of fall
It’s all touch and go,
Some things last
In memory
And who knows
How long that’s for,
But while it lives
You’re there,
Tucked away
With a lotus, a crescent
Moon beam,
The sound of the sea
And the sweet aroma
Of love.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:37 PM September 10, 2015
In the time
Of early September
With the sun
Peeking through clouds,
Talk hovering
Over the looming
Canadian election,
The wave of refugees
Flooding into Europe,
The endless questions,
What will happen?
What should we do?
In the time
Of early September
With the sun
Peeking through clouds,
Nobody knew,
The questions
Were agonizing
And the answers,
The answers
Weren’t coming,
The answers
Weren’t coming.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:06 PM September 9, 2015
