Short Cafes Poems
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Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
Parisians were enjoy a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating
form every eye in the Music Hall and cafes;
The Eiffel Tower and
The waning
A summer is over
tired days
dust
and falling leaves
in the cafes
window
I see
the sad reflection
of yesterday's
smiles
*~ PARIS IN THE RAIN~*
I shall never see
the great Champs de Élysées
only in humble dreams
cute sidewalk cafes
the Eiffel Tower aglow
only in my soul
French cuisine, oh
Parisian music so divine
It was not my time
September 20, 2020
2:30pm PST
I will try and hide the
mushroom cloud and restore
the skinless bodies, I will
un-char the charred, reassemble
the dead children, I will then
un-vitrify the rocks and the sand and
rebuild cities and cafes and hope;
undoing your atrocities is high
on my list, just
leave me enough milk
for morning
The city has come alive
With morning rush hour traffic
People are everywhere
Exhaust fumes creating fog
Neon lights flashing at night
People dining in cafes
All enjoying city life ~
Sunday morning brings respite.
Written 16th May 2020.
For Finish Line In Seven
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
Heart of Paris
My heart
In Paris Tombs
My soul
Lays scented under lamp lit dark
Empty cafes
Alone inside the carafe of wine
Pay the garcon
Pay the devils fine
Endless streets
Plentiful pastries
I am both fat and thin
I am both rich and poor
I have books
Both written and read
Now over in the graveyard
Come read me dead
Arthur Unknown
My love, I cherish
Your words
Your thoughts
Your soft lips
My love
I cherish the walks
The soft winds of fall
le jardin, L'eau
The flowers in bloom
The cafes and cloudy skies
Madeleine, columns of the past
Your eyes, holding on, to the last
The streets so vibrant, your touch at my side
And as we stroll along life's garden paths
Your soul sings in silence
Paris at last
Afternoon slips into early evening
Cafes fill
Daylight hides in soft shadows
Outdoor tables wait
Couples slip into seats, order
Sitting, watching people
Chatter fills the air
Supper comes and goes
Patrons slip away into the coming night
Arm in arm, head resting upon welcome shoulder
Paris seems to smile at night in the spring
After chocolate mousse desserts
The white sands of the Limetree,
A vacation paradise,
With family and friends,
The towering palm trees of green,
The sounds of the rippling waters,
The endless beach with the many shells,
A shore where you could walk forever,
The beautiful St. Armands,
With its restaurants and sidewalk cafes,
The sound of the piano,
Good memories linger on.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple
Museums, beaches, cafes by the score
The phrasebook conversations with the service people
Cliches in their predictable galore
You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures
The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed
You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures
And file them in the archive, to forget.
"A Paris"
Jazz and ballet
White dresses
Red wine
Violin strings
Moulin dances, stories so grim
Le Bois de Vincennes
Castles under clouds of sin
Cafes with causal chatter
When after all
What does life matter?
Drowning, the words filled with laughter
By the Seine
Walking amongst insane dreams
Singing of things never to be
In Paris a fiery inferno
desires flame
up in smoke
Antigua what can I say,
I went to the wedding of the day
I hoped on a plane and made my way
In the month of May
How I wish, I could of stayed
Do you think if I had pray
I would be allowed to stay
No way, I would only stray
Lay on the bay, eat at cafes
Sit in the sun, relax and have lots of fun
But let me not delay, I have to make my way
Otherwise I would miss that flight booked for Monday.
Prize merry moods
Savvy and good
Cafes and bars
Welcome on par
Style mellows flair
In cocktail air
Sip on your drink
Here on the brink
A liquid fare
With buffet wares
Happy hours here
Sip booze that cheers
In fond free flow
Watch liquor show
Chew on tit-bits
Alcohol wit
Workday is done
Now for some fun
Leon Enriquez
04 January 2018
Singapore
From steppes remote
luxurious mink coats
Fine leather boots
tailored suits
Fancy shoppes
five-star hotels
Back of splashy nightclubs
exclusive brothels
Rolls-Royces
and Bentleys
S-t-r-e-t-c-h ... L-i-m-o-u-s-i-n-e-s
cafes serving the finest cuisine
Wide-eyed with wonder
passersby gape
Dreams of Fifth Avenue
from tottering fire escapes
Vovin
Dynasty
A career I had never imagined
One beneath the satellite as it twinkled
But I suppose things stranger have happened
When one ponders king David and the lady
Godiva of coventry. And that man
That brutal tyrant old caligula.
Yes the vovin dynasty now long gone.
And remembered no more save by a few.
Such shall never again come forth to rise.
Neath moon sunrise or cafes starlight.
Every morning,
they stand on the streets
smartly like me,
and sharp like you.
They hold files and pens
as if they are great,
but in the real sense are gambling
with life.
They have no permanent places
to carry out their work,
they just use cafes to make their plots.
They are good in surfing,
and sending junk mails
to inform others about what's new,
and what is going ahead
in the field of love, business and jobs.
Form:
Dearest Ezra,
did you ever dream one day,
that all the songs should cease?
No music in the cafes play
since the baddest news arrived
A stone cold note told of the change,
no time to grieve, or make our peace
did it wither, man, or did we contrive
in sympathy with the new and strange?
No church bells rang; no sermons read,
a simple phrase of passing, plain
ol' frowny face; sweet poetry's dead
let no one sing, nor dance again
The little streets near our hotel
Are peppered with cafes
And every night we choose one
On these almost-summer days.
We stand out from the locals
But we're welcome, with a smile,
To sip a beer and have a meal
And people-watch in style.
A lovely way to settle down
From visiting the sights,
As hectic hops around the town
Dissolve to quiet nights.
How fortunate to be away
When weather's on our side,
For suppering outdoors is great;
It cannot be denied.
Sorry dear,
I've noticed you accidentally
broke another finger nail,
as you raced for the last
fresh lettuce
at the Chinese grocery.
I know
what you can do to forget
all that happened!
Go the beach, and feel
the breeze and taste
of the ocean
on your tongue.
Better still,
you can eat seaweed-
they have oceans' salt,
and still taste
like the ocean.
You can also take a glass
of a 19th century old Venice wine,
instead of drinking coffee
in the cafes of Berlin.