[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] 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.

Are You

Put a smile on my face. 🙂

Strangers And Poetry

Are you the captain,


I’m just the guy

Who sails the boat,

Hopes like hell

It stays afloat,

Are you the poet,


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

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[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


“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.”