Poets In the Street

We sit and share a seat, two faces in the street,
wading through our wisdom and design.
‘Though in amble wasn’t said, I knew I am being led,
into mirrored thinking same as mine.

Two poets of a kind, at this establishment did find,
we have listed through a wild rhythmic storm,
where our words are meaningful, with a magnetic pull,
tossed and turned by course heraldic form.

We search for inner sanctum news, within each other’s views,
to accelerate a protest of our own,
now the writing’s in my head, on paper must be said.
So must be written, when I am alone.

I guess you feel the same, so we exchange a name,
to employ a friend and hope some day a mate.
For in this time we pass, I pray there is no farce.
The friendship we are welding won’t abate.

We discussed the poor. What we are aiming for.
You itched to ply the strings on your guitar.
Then you recited sordid stains, of little children’s pains,
highlighted for all time for what they are.

In conversation ‘bout my verse, that is wide and quite diverse,
an apology broke in through a line.
His want was desperate, a soothing cigarette;
when you took a draw he saw the sign.

His lighter was his ‘poke’, exchanging for a smoke;
you took up the offer of his bid.
Silently I’m watching you, hand across this fellow two,
thinking, ‘that’s a generous thing you did.’

Then I watched this bloke, light up his bartered smoke,
you took his lighter and the deal was done.
Before he turned from you, you spoke without review
“You might need this to light the other one.”

That was just a small time bid, though generous what you did,
an action bringing forward your trait.
With understanding for the lost, and a minute personal cost,
instantly you turned a friend into a mate.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Beaufort Avatar
February 4, 2016 at 7:30 AM
You have been most kind. Your comments left are much appreciated. So fortunate I am to have picked this to read. It almost seems as though there are three people here since you are inside and outside of your thoughts if I read this correctly. It is indeed our small actions that can mean so much. I am totally with you. Your poetic view of life is well commanded and beautiful. It's as if I just landed on a small paradise planet! If we could only clone some of the poets here!! Perhaps not!!
Laurie Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 1:50 AM
Thanks Duke ... there is three people here Duke. A singer and me before a fellow turned up and asked for a smoke, and this poem came out of this. This singer ended up recording many of my poems as songs - thanks Duke - Lindsay
Gray Avatar
March 19, 2015 at 4:57 PM
Enjoyed, very well written Lindsay!.
Laurie Avatar
March 21, 2015 at 2:32 AM
G'day there William... thanks for reading and your encouraging comment. A true story also. Regards - Lindsay
Marcum Wong Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 12:59 PM
This is excellent Lindsay! Sometimes its just the little things that spark a friendship. You have told your story with eloquence, beautifully, in wonderful rhyme.
Laurie Avatar
March 11, 2015 at 7:07 PM
Hello Connie... Thanks for writing a comment Connie, and right you are. It can be an insignifant action that blossoms into a lifelong friendship, as in this poem where it did happen. Catch you later Connie - Lindsay
Hamilton Avatar
March 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM
wrote it 26th june last year
Dietrich Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 6:18 PM
what a cute illustration of being a friend! Nicely rhymed too!
Laurie Avatar
March 3, 2015 at 12:42 AM
Hello Andrea... thank you for your encouraging comment Andrea. The poem is factual and I was lucky enough to be able to rhyme it. Catch you soon Andrea - Lindsay
Hamilton Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 2:18 AM
another fantastic and wise pen Lindsay I have only written one Australian poem called Outback Truckers you may enjoy it hugs 7
Laurie Avatar
March 3, 2015 at 12:39 AM
Hello Shadow... I thought your 'billabong' poem was mainly Aussie, and I'm still looking for 'outback truckers.' I'm sure that I will enjoy the poem Shadow. Thanks for your comment - Lindsay
Eaton Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 9:39 AM
Lindsay, This is great. Love the flow. I may be speechless. ^7^ Hugs Janet
Laurie Avatar
February 27, 2015 at 8:31 PM
Hello Janet... Thanks once again for stopping by and leaving an encouraging comment. This fellow I met on the day and he ended up recording many of my poems as songs. Catch you soon Janet - Lindsay
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