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
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Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Thunder and Coffee
The sky is all lit up with lightning.
The air is all thunder and frightening.
Drowned rat families rush in off the street
searching for sanctuary and a nice dry seat.
The rain comes down hard, hits the street, bounces high,
falls again, fills the gutters and rushes on by.
Fills the drains, floods the streets and the squares of the town.
No-one's going out until it settles down.
A black coffee for dad and a Latté for mum,
Frappuccinos for kiddies, and cookies all round.
Starbucks is busy and a good place to hide
while all natures fireworks are going off outside.
The rain stops falling and the sun starts to shine.
The clouds fade away and the air tastes like wine.
The pavements are steaming and drying out fast
and families can finish their shopping at last..
Saturday, 4 August 2012
Two Hours at a coffee shop table
Ten
A child with blue eyes and blonde curly hairDaddy is counting her toes once again
Sat in her buggy she hasn't a care
always a surprise when the answer is ten
Pink
Blonde hair and ponytail, cats on her shoes
Pink glasses peeping out under her fringe.
Sticking her tongue out at her older brother
Her entire life has a sugar pink tinge.
Continuum
Sat in the chair with a coffee and crossword
Vacant expression upon wise old face.
Waiting while women do shopping and chatting.
Nine letter word meaning 'All time and space'
Ladies
Taking small bites out of their lemon cheesecakes
the ladies who lunch in their usual seats.
Taking small sips making small conversation.
Usual coffees and usual treats.
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