Best Cafe Poems

from beyond his
vibrant palette
that bore all his 
lifelong scars

is what I see
beneath his sky
and myriad
of stars

a scene of shades
and silhouettes
formed by the
yellow light

that hints at
The Last Supper
at that café 
in the night?...

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Stir my moonlight coffee
with your freshly dipped brush
in bright  yellow ochre ~
I will not complain.

Sprinkle pigments from 
from your pallets 
on my unflavoured coffee~
I will not complain.

Even when
your indigo eyes
spill Prussian blue 
to veil my night sky~
I will not complain.

Come sit with me
share this...

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My father was a preacher
stood for everything good,
took my mother’s virginity
I was born to the sisterhood.

They left me on a stairway
a ghostly place to be,
down some old back alley
near to a South Auckland quay.

Found I was in the morning
by someone going to work,
he decided to...

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CAFE   TERRACE   AT   NIGHT           (Van  Gogh)


Orbital focus of assured kindness and hospitality
From the waitress in long white apron
Where time stands still for a moment,
Where the  golden interior...

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Morning coffee drift
Disconnected from the shore
Solitary bliss...

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"The Night Café" is the name of a painting by Vincent van Gogh, and I have used the title for my poem.


The lights were on dim
in the Night Café
and we could barely
see the food

Priscilla had crumpets
and her boyfriend had one,
while I had
nothing at all

The lights...

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In this hour 
they called it the French lace minutes 
the sound of autumn leaves falling 
unbearable to the ear 
I slip out in the 
echoing space 
between now 
and then 
it's an insect like feeling 
that buzzes around 
too fast 
to be recognized 

then...

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Open eyed I stare at the simple setting 
waiting for the day to start,
the bread-baked scent of morning warms.
The grinder whirs and whirs,
beans fly, grounds brew, cream chills,
will you come?

Rose nails tap, finger wish to wrap
arms to bend as heart shaped chair backs
about the trunk...

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Café Terrace (Coffee House) In Arles, France

Beneath stars of heavenly grandeur,
In a café, romance prospects dwell brighter.
Patrons entertaining escapades of camaraderie,
Charismatically whisper away the evening.

Visible under the illuminating gas lantern,
Of sulphurous yellow revealing customers
Who say, “S'il vous plaît” to the French waiter.
As passersby stare at...

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Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for  poached eggs is  universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by – can’t interrupt their plans.

Outside, a lonely busker tries hard to make a splash,
But in these post-pandemic days, so few...

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Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break
In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake.

The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence, 
And hides in places, corners of gloom, an outcast from soul's resistance.

In...

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For Spiritual Food in the middle of the day...
A great place to visit is Tom's Mid Day Cafe.

The food is good and the service is great...
There is always an open table so you want have to wait.

So pull up a chair and open your heart...
And...

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tonight I will not be absorbed by the blue/black 
I'm in the gaslight
the hum of people, protecting me, unbeknownst to them
as undercurrents don't grab, for now
comfort exists in surface energy

within circling echoes my heart is exploding
too perfect, too neat - look beyond -
but I won't,...

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The Small Cafe

Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee, 
she did not look well. 
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled, 
perhaps heartbroken, 
worried, 
concerned, 
flawed in some way, 
self doubt, 
illusive perfectness...
trending against the tide. 

Soon she will be here. 
One of many....

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