A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Monday, 26 November 2012
Tranquility
I like a cup of coffee in the morning
black, one sugar, decaf if you please
A syrup waffle with the syrup melting
and with it my cares melting by degrees.
I'll take my coffee out onto the terrace
and sit there in the early morning breeze.
With all my plans as vague as wispy cirrus
I love my life on summer days like these.
But when at last the summer days are ended
and all the leaves have fallen from the trees.
My morning coffee still tastes just as splendid
when taken with a rug across my knees.
The antidote to all that troubles me
is coffee sprinkled with tranquility.
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Just peace and quiet
I don't ask much of life, just peace and quiet
a quiet life to live the way I choose
a life that's free from stress or ruck and riot
a life that just goes by no win or lose
So joyfully I go to work each morning
and swap for pay the service that I give
and celebrate the realisation dawning
that I don't live to work, I work to live.
Monday, 19 November 2012
Monday, 12 November 2012
The beauty behind the bar
The brown haired barista with butterscotch skin
smiles with her eyes and welcomes me in
to the temple of coffee and asks for my choice
of refreshment, made sweet by the sound of her voice.
The words Mocha and Latte fall light on my ear
as the sweetest poetry I'll ever hear
but I can't reply for my wits have gone far,
stolen by the beauty behind the bar.
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Waving or Drowning
Bad luck and troubles fall from the skies
and everyone's misbehaving.
But I stand firm as the waters rise,
still O.K. not drowning but waving.
The whole world walks past my tired old eyes
and I don't see much that's worth saving.
Some tell the truth but most just tell lies,
still O.K. still not drowning but waving.
But when at the end even true love dies
with grief my heart engraving.
I'll know as I sever all earthly ties
that at last I'm drowning not waving.
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