Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
horses, lances, arrows, fire
they reenact the war of the roses
the outdoor setting
has been erected next to Costa
outside on the ground
napkins, zarfs and stirrers
and half the audience gets their
medieval caffeine hit
that encourages us to yell and whoo-hoo
and pay attention to history
they encourage us to cheer and boo
and after all these years
with a cappuccino in my hand
i bellow 'long live the king'
and it's socially okay
Across the room
I fell in sudden love
With the coffee smear
Lightly resting
On her top lip
A sudden love that
Just as quickly
Disappeared when
She wiped it away
With her fingertip
birds of tropics
spread your wings
with divine grace
and vivid color
come to life
free your gleeful
cries of bounty
in lavish sea of
vibrant greens
closest thing
to paradise
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
A stammer has been mine all my days
in recent months therapy again did take
but fear ruled through many a situation
what's to do? zero as it couldn't even shake
Many branches of Costa coffee shops
but always busy queued up made me fear
my tongue would block not able to speak
this my thoughts filled my mind like a spear
I wanted so much this to overcome
just to ask for a small Americano that's all
surely now having had therapy so many years
try to believe I can do this climb this wall
An incentive too, get a Costa card
collect points every time I do buy
so I had a plan, to get my goal
nothing to lose, you're not going to die
So the week of the attack arrived
I set to do three Costa in that week
this I did on different days by bus
asked for a small Americano I did speak
Victory had been truly achieved
confidence was gained felt so assured
the Costa coffee I had earned to drink
enjoy it so much better having endured
Same old routine, same venue too
We join the queue, I order
Flat white for her with fern motif
Tan crema round the border
For me a capuccino, large
With sifted chocolate powder
Baristas all look younger now
The music slightly louder
We grab our favourite corner seat
Our meal, the usual fare
Two toasties filled with ham and cheese
A Chelsea bun to share
The great machine behind the counter
Clanks and slurps and hisses
And suddenly I recollect
Those first exciting kisses
Brunette has given way to grey
Her voice a little gentler
She takes my hand and thanks me for
The flowers that I sent her
Her smile, so sweet, improved with age
Her wise and loving eyes
Close tight before she takes a sip
Leans back a bit, and sighs
We laugh and talk the years away as if
Time was suspended
Why did I let her slip away
It's not what I intended
But too late now to make amends
However we construe it
We took a fatal turning and
We well and truly blew it
Elfin forest,
Hiding in Peru,
Waiting for fog drip
Gnarled trunks,
Lichens, ferns, orchids,
Mossy forest's trolls
Intense tree canopy
Keeping shy mountain gorilla's secrets
Holding raindrops hostage
Perpetual fog,
Adding a mystique
of shadowed magic
Tropical delight
Heavily affected by
Global climate changes
Elfin forest,
Lending her mosses
To lead the way
Costa Rican Sunrise
Written: by Tom Wright
1/16/2014
What Tom sees
At sunrise God’s handiwork is seen
A pied image by the Master’s hand
Into dangling palm branches green
And loitering shadows shielding sand
Soon revealing white capped breakers
So wax your boards get ready to frolic
Surf is rising, are there yet any takers
God’s love through nature is symbolic
two stoppage-time goals
the good the bad the Neymar-
Los Ticos homebound
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Very vibrant green lots of different trees
The quetzal bird sings in the bright morning
Aqua and red feathers fly through the fog
On the beach lay the tracks of a turtle
The sand is hot and soft during mid-day
It starts to rain in the wet green jungle
The strawberry darters hop in the rain
Pick some pineapples they grow nice and fresh
Pink, red and purple flowers grow on vines
your ears pop as you go through the mountains
look over the landscape green all around
colorful butterflies drift against trees
watch the sunset on the sweet Limon coast
gaze the night sky the shooting stars are bright
troop of monkeys
hit the tourist beach
chaos
“I must be out of my mind,” I thought
As I hurled myself into the green abyss
Over the forest canopy the zip-line went
“Never, ever again if I manage to survive this”…
I survived and now must brag a bit
I was as brave as brave could ever be
Just part of our Costa Rican vacation
In a wondrous country I’d longed to see
“Pura Vida”, they say, homage to a good life
Such a friendly and simply beautiful place
Full of curious mammals and lovely birds
And natural wonders for all to embrace…
Watched a sloth slowly maneuver a branch
And we had lunch with a monkey or two
White water rafting and a trek in the jungle
Coffee plantations and pure water so blue…
I will never forget the people or places we saw
If you ever have a chance to visit please go
You might even be brave and go Zip-lining
You will love the unique experience I know…
2/14/16
Costa Rica
In Puerto Lemon I met a girl, back then there were
many girls in Puerto Lemon, only she wasn’t of them,
she was the daughter of the harbour master
And she had class. I knew the harbour master well and
it was at his home I met her.
We had dinner, to my dismay it was alcohol-free
so many people at the table uncles,
and I don’t know and under my deep tan I was
in a permanent state of blushing,
shyness and timidity have always been my let down.
after dinner we walked in the park we held hands
and behind us her family.
A chaste kiss by the door, shaking hands, I was,
I think accepted.
And the girl, well, she had beautiful eyes but had
the odour of a nunnery and soft drinks.
I hasten to the nearest bar and drank rum & coke,
I met a girl there she also had lovely eyes.
Someone told the harbour master who didn’t think
I was suitable suitor, and his daughter had cried,
once again, I had lost a chance to be respectable
in Costa Rica.
The Craters Of Costa Rica
Welcome Moon, Mars and craters, to your cousin Costa Rica
Mountain walls rise up in orange display, in gravel and red clay
Hug the twisting narrow roads in terror
Clinging to the mountains
Brilliant birds and lizards compliment the wilds there
They scatter at the thunder sound in earthquake orchestration
Volcanoes sound the trumpet of the day
Deep holes punctuate the asphalt windings
People driving straight, inebriated, take no comfort in the hole
Craters occupy the roads
Like Venus, Moon and Mars
There, to be explored, or to avoid, if so inclined
Sober souls are also occupied
The challenge to survive is cumbersome
A friendly reminder of where you are
Ending in a ditch or off a cliff
You might miss a pot hole here and there
They come on subtle like a kiss
Sooner or later they will find you in the dark
And rock you like the craters that they are
Far from home in Costa Rica
This was a commercial maritime catastrophe.
Could it happen in the twenty-first century?
Such a disaster happened off the coast of Italy.
A ship ran into the shoals of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
It happened in 2012 on the thirteenth of January.
The Costa Concordia was a modern cruise liner.
For a luxury ship, there were none that were finer.
The incident took place near the Isola del Giglio.
It was the worst event since the Achille Lauro.
More than four thousand people experienced the fiasco.
As the crippled ship rested on its starboard side,
a few passengers and crew were trapped inside.
Nearly everybody was saved, but at least twelve were lost.
Damages are estimated to be at a high cost.
How could this happen in this modern day?
We will hear a lot more, so don’t go away.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and BBC News for information I obtained to write this poem.
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