At the downtown café
One idyllic August day
I thought why you didn’t care
To check up the pod, to stay
As you were, alive and kicking
But instead you proved your right
To admit you weren’t picking
The forget-me-nots that night
It was 6th of March last year
Just 6 days after St.David’s
Happy March, you said, Oh dear
Donald took In Welsh that service
Donald passed away in Jan
Of the twenty-twenty three
And you lived alone since then
For two years you were free
Now I sit among the pansies
With my Bourguignon and beer
Wond’ring what would be your fancies
If you’d suddenly appear..
At
The end
Of some street
Whose name is lost,
We watch the rain fall
And exhale our worries.
The coffee is always fresh,
The cigarette smoke lingering
As the weight of the day falls away;
"What town are you from? What brings you 'round here?"
And such questions are asked leisurely,
Since we'll forget when we depart.
This transient place and all
The lost souls who come through,
They'll flee from our thoughts
When we feel we
Can stand on
Our own
Feet.
Jazz piano plays
in the coffeehouse
Friends old and new
sit together
talk listen
Through the window
I see the sun set
on the lake
watch lovers
walk hand in hand
and remember
a time when I too
walked hand in hand
with my lover
around the same lake
love in my heart
jazz in my soul
Tonight the
piano plays
a lifetime of memories
under the teal night
at shared table we sit close
passersby unseen
your fingertips on my tea
a new masterpiece unfurls
gold light
warm night
teal sky
stars shy
soft chair
you there
warm glow
love slow
eyes meet
time sweet
hands near
stay there
coffee
or me?
Time for a road trip let’s hit the road
We will visit the ocean east coast
Wish us well traveling mercies blessings
We will be cold but happy I’m guessing
When I see the wintery sea
I will think of summery things
How I’d like to splash in the pool
But not in winter I’m no fool
We will watch the autumn sky
How the clouds dance on by
As the breeze sing of wind chimes
And the poets write winter rhymes
The little deli small and quaint
Needs more than a little paint
But the food makes up for it
Taste as good as a Hershey kiss
We people watch as we wait
For a specific time of day
When the sun sets like a sail
A beautiful blaze all is well
Meet me I'll be waiting
Rendezvous at Black Cat Cafe in Paris
~ I'll wear my red beret
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Thick as deep summer night, lush and moon dripped
Wine sipped with dark delight
Banter rouses whimsey’s kite
Amorous thoughts taking flight
The cafe burnt alive as soon as you
Set your patent leather boot inside
And walked right into this unknown,
Mysterious yet familiar world
Of witty writers and pious poets
With their poetic pens.
My tantalizing timid eyes
Met your musically amused eyes,
And I heard a symphony unsung,
Strange, how can you be just a stranger,
When your eyes can speak so much danger,
Then how much your heart would want to say, stranger.
Strangers don't sing symphonies,
Nor do they linger nostalgically
Like a locket on an ashen neck.
They don't even say hello,
And there I sat with my cold heart,
Wondering like a bashful bard,
What were the chances,
Those burning glances,
And you left aloofly
With your latte
Leaving the ashes behind.
Soot everywhere,
Here and there,
On my lips where
Your eyes lingered,
On my fingertips,
Wanting to write
The desires of the
Waltzing, woozy heart.
i found the perfect little table
in the perfect cozy corner
in the perfect quirky bistro
in the perfect part of town
as i head out on my merry way
they may as well cordon off the area
'cause when i get there ~ god help
anyone who may be sitting in that spot
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 coloured coffee
on this café terrace
where unfinished canvases
lean on metaphoric walls,
where unwritten poems
bathe beneath starry nights.
He took me sightseeing
Hand in hand
Smiling bright
Eyes for each other
To the city of his dreams
Navigating the twists and turns of the streets
Awed by the sights and sounds
The majestic buildings
Their architectural splendour
Where history whispers
And echoes through its corridors
We stopped by a quaint cafe
Enriched by the experience of it all
Scribbling,
Writer's cafe,
Coffee breath, gal pals, yah!
Keyboard pixie society,
Smiling!
elephants raise trunks
thunderous roar occurs
all while dining
A cute single teen
Enjoys her toast and beans
A young man opens the door
Thier eyes meet over the floor
With cupids arrow in between
Like a movie love scene
They share a table to feast
Vowing every time they meet
To sit at the same place
Over the table, face to face
But a fire the following week
Closed the cafe indefinitely
They never again crossed paths
Years and years went by fast
Each married another spouse
With children and big house
Now aged and partners passed
Alone, and reminiscing the past
She tries the new cafe in town
He's sat there on his own
She asks if she could join him
Not knowing he's her old flame
Sharing stories from lives gone
And the love they once owned
Realising they are the one
The young love that had gone
Beans on toast tasted better
Now they're back together
The twist of this love song
They we're close all along
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