Best Takeaways Poems

I don’t know about you but I think it right
That kids should eat at the table, most every night.
Sit down with mum, sit down with dad
For these are the best memories you’ll ever have.

There will come a time and it creeps up fast,
When past days...

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Disco dreams and disco balls 
Big city,bright lights 
Pub crawls and bar fights. 
Mini frocks and hair dyes 
Made up faces 
Mascara filled eyes. 
Vodka martinis and champagne 
Bus trips and black cabs 
Standing in the rain. 
Nightclubs and deejays 
Entry stamps on wrists 
And...

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Relic of a raucous night's revel
In an empty shop doorway
Stands a solitary cider bottle sentinel

Bundles of bedding. Beneath 
Huddles a barely visible body
Whom I have to skirt around

Shop windows blacked out and blinded
With nothing to offer but silence
No clink of cash registers here

Sprouting up in...

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Am I the only One who sees the need elsewhere,
Who objects to TV's in the takeaway shop here,
The hospital waiting room over there,
And one in the adjoining corridor, just to be sure.
Huge ones at too many sports venues in case we missed the four.

They don't...

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How will they remember us 
Those born after the war. 
What will they say about us.

Will they fully grasp the level of our sell out
Our denial of simple pleasures to our children,
Not letting them know the joy of completing a task for themselves,
Or understanding that...

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pickle a paper and print paint playfully pointing pins
Knitting needles in a fish and chip shop is about as useful or as necessary as eating a soup with a spade. Dramatic are the arriving interludes of splashing drops of juice omitting from the clouds above....

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A Shaggy Tale
By Jan Beaumont ©

My hairdresser - like me -
is still on lockdown
My image in the mirror's
made it crack
I'm thinking I should go 
into the bedroom
Turn the lock and stay there 
till she's back.

I look like some untidy 
scruffy hobo
My unkempt mane has turned...

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POEM 1 WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT WE WILL BE TOGETHER 

WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT 

WE WILL BE TOGETHER 

I BELIEVE THAT WHEN THE TIME 

IS RIGHT FOR US TO BE TOGETHER 

NOTHING OR ON ONE WILL KEEP US APART. 

YOU ARE CONSTANTLY WITH...

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Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us) 
would  adopt the guise of liaise
to gently coax (seal)...

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Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day

Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored...

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Easy don't come easy.


When I think back to what we had,
It breaks my heart and makes me sad, 
Not because we said goodbye, 
Just because we didn't try.

A love that's true is worth the fight, 
Not just let it drift from sight,
The love we shared...

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So long
I'm
Gone
No more
Occasions,
Forsaken
Takeaways
Hidden,
Ensuring
Touch finger fail,
Intimacy scorned
Maligned,
Engagement called off
Serendipity suspended....

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****Dedicated to my bestie and those late nights and early mornings filled with turbulent tears and triumphant takeaways from early lessons and heartbreaks****

Here I am again, coming to my end. Again, and again, and again. Same face, same lips, same eyes. Same kisses, same promises...

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Religion has too many givens,
the takeaways few, far between

Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged
—the mind left to wander and dream

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)...

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In the quiet of the night, they come, 
Voices raised, hearts undone. 

“Lord, Lord,” they cry, with fervent plea, 
"Have we not prophesied in Your name, faithfully?

We cast out demons, healed the sick, 
In Your name, our hearts did quick. 

But in the silence, a...

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