fine grained elegance
weightless fractured onyx leaves
subtle impressions
[POEM] sand 1
rocks are combed over
finite calm conditioning
trained maneuvering
[POEM] Our Journey
Framed
in foreign accents,
casual collars,
and arms embracing.
What a time
we’ve been having.
What a road
we have crossed,
and before us
a sea,
vast
and beautiful
as you.
[POEM] patience
Pitter titter go the nails,
agitated against the plastic
table top. This is how
I spend my days, head on desk,
exhausted in boredom. Oh, to be
needed! To be a busy bee of
constructive accomplishments.
…everyone needs a purpose…
[POEM] knot
convulsing mood leads
only to the waking ache
of companionship
the frustration of longing
and a disappointing dream
[POEM] pub
To twang of banjo
and penny whistle squeal,
the belting of an Irish dream.
The drums in rhythm
to the cracking of heals
and clanking of whiskey glasses;
what melody and melancholy
found in this pulsing reel
of Irish sweat and pub smoke.
[POEM] Weather
Don’t complain to me
that you don’t like the weather.
The snow is my home.
Are You
Put a smile on my face. 🙂
Are you the captain,
No,
I’m just the guy
Who sails the boat,
Hopes like hell
It stays afloat,
Are you the poet,
No,
I’m just the guy
The words flow through,
Hopes like hell
They’re sometimes true.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Coincidences”www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:07 PM February 28, 2015
[POEM] Bagpipes
Do I weep in mourning,
as the bagpipes echo
across the bridge?
Do I weep in reverence,
a life and a friendship
restored in memory?
No, I think not.
There is no logic in tears.
Laugh. Yes, I will laugh.
I will join my laughter
to the joyful beat
of a Ballad
and reflect on the greatest
wisdom.
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.”
[POEM] Hit-Man
The most inconspicuous hit-man you have ever seen.
I settle within you,
sliding down,
digging deep inside your tender loins;
not to be confused with the chunk of dinner meat
I passed by, settled in your stomach,
on my way down here.
Virginia the Viruliferous 