Long Wine bar Poems

I was driving home late one cold Winters night
It was minus ten and the moon shone bright
Then in my car headlights a young girl I did see
I swerved hard to avoid her and hit a...

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In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword, 
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser

The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they...

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I need a glass of hard drink to brush the teeth,
A jug of wine to complement a wheat bread,
An alcohol to bath all day long,.....
I'm a vagrant...in my mansion street,
No wife to cook for me,sons...

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A Friday of Gayness

Today, I drove to Faro town wanted a dinner of tunny steak
with onions at a café, I frequented fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket so had the prices.
One waiter remembered me,...

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There he is getting out his

Aston Martin, shrouded in his

Dolce and Gabbana suit, Not a hair 

out of place, his Nose supporting

Gucci sun Glasses, his designer

stubble accentuating the perfect

teeth and demeaning smile, 

Slowly walking around...

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A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so...

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My favourite episode scene 
Has to be seen, to know what I mean
'Only Fools and Horses' is the comedy show
Just watch and the laughing will flow

The scene that I talk about
Is of 'Del Boy' in...

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The tree lined streets
Lovers smile hand in hand
I walk serenely taking in the scent of a spring breeze
To a most certain prophecy thus assured
A wine bar that serves a great poison
I am anxious to drink...

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Whoever you're hearing me somewhere,
Hope I can't tell of how i'll be there? 
My stem is strong and slender,
Upholds a sizeable vessel for your dinner,
Very  I do appear in your manus, 
Even I'm expensive...

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Security Guard 
I failed to get a licence to turn my snack-bar
into a wine-bar, at the time the later was unheard of
now they are everywhere; it appears I was 
ahead of time, anyway, not cut...

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Mid-April evening, overlooking Clear Lake
at Chelsea’s Wine Bar, a party of one:

Sipping white zinfandel, I feel the chill
of my half-empty glass while fancy-free

flatware clatters impassive pageantry.
A moment.  An hour.  Another, until,

on the wooden...

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Small things Remembered 
 
The shop at the corner 
Of my childhood 
Has stopped selling Danish pastry
Nor has it Coco macrons,
Milk and cheese
The rooms are bare 
On its counter cutting cheeses in smaller portion
An old...

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