Short Waiters Poems

In all head tables,

Sit disables,

Waiters,

Differently able!!!...

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Endangered penguins on the ice.
Small tuxedo wearing waiters.
Keep the party warm, in a trice
                     they'll need gaiters....

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Haters are waiters
Always waiting to for you to do good
Trying to make you burn like wood
Everything you have they wish they had
Remember they are sad
Sadly they don't realize that hating is an awful fad....

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FROSTY   DAY  IN   THE   CITY

Wetless day,  birdless trees,
Witless denizens of metropolis
Long await the bus into
The delights of Manchester.

Townless  bus waiters  -
Their earphones are essential
For Deaf  Man’s Buff  -
Tuneless music....

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flaking paint
on peeling buildings
throws
clock fingers
through the last plumes of yesterday
Argus stained waiters
Gargoyles chewing on cigars
Smile till swede
Worshiping the harlequins
Sailors with denim eyes
velvet dolls with braided  smiles
worshiping the dreams of night
and the Serpentine dulls grey, disowned...

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Sparkly, dazzling dresses
Lovely made up faces
Tinsel in hair
Glitter to spare
Moments of glee
Captured in a selfie

Waiters bustling
Calling out orders
Over everyone chattering
Glasses clinking
Plates clattering
Cutlery clanging

As familiar songs play
Last christmas seems yesterday
Memories rush to mind
Of Christmases long ago...

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New Poem Old Poet

I stand again facing the eternal west.
I am an old dude now and,
I miss the western sunsets on Hoover Street.
Those bright orange never-ending endings,
Presenting themselves again like hovering waiters,
Carrying trays of bottled heart-quenchers.
Life is the hat check girl in little orange cap.
When the lights are low,
She steps away privately to dance....

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THIS DREAM AWAKENS

Marmara teasing, 'do you see me?' 
the black sea among
tables more empty than tombs
to yet born emperors as black tie
waiters serve solitude in peaceful
nights and to know the artist
 who has sprinkled dots of fiery
light across the heavens!  

Over there, the beach is empty
shall we run there together
hand in hand and heart within heart
tears of rejoice that i have found you.

:: 04-27-2019 ::...

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There is no need to apologize for the things you mistakenly forget to do
What type of person would I be to make a mockery of patience and virtue?
You did right with direct condolences, which most would seldom bother to do
A smile means more than a fork and spoon; the steak needed the rest in my humblest of view
Feelings of appreciation are my hope for the rest of your evening after reading this; my gratitude is for all that you do...

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The Dawn

I have voyaged far, crossed many oceans
I have seen the unseen, the grotesque.
We are cable of, but I have also met kind
people, I never sank into the abyss of cynicism.

I have seen flowers no botanist has, but I keep
it, a secret the nameless will be hidden.

I rejoice, for I have found my modest me
obliquely I was not here nor there confused.
as semi-transparent waiters passing my table
erased me from their memories....

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Dinner Theater

Into the menu smiling
cheeks reflect candlelit
white tablecloth islands
amid the carpeted scurry
of busboys and waiters
in the backdrop of our night.

Tinkling laughter and ice cubes
accompany depths of conversation
overheard, yet unheard
from couples in quorum
around the raised platform
at the center of the room.

Noises diminish with 
dimming lights as
all eyes are drawn
to the spot center-stage
except mine
which remain upon you....

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There was a Wedding in Cana Galilee
Jesus was there
The Mother of Jesus was there
The Disciples were also invited

The wine ran short
His mother said “They ran out of wine”
Jesus said to her
“Woman, how does your concern affect me?”

My hour has not come
His mother said to the waiters “Do whatever He tells you”
There were six stone water jars there
Fill the jars with water

Draw some and take it to the headwaiter
The water became wine and they were happy...

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The New I
 I have travelled far and crossed the oceans
I have seen the unseen, the grotesque we are
Capable of doing, but I have also met kind
People I never sank into the abyss of cynicism
 
I have seen flower no botanist has, but I keep
It a secret the nameless will remain hidden.
 
Rejoice for I have found my modest personality
Oblique I was nor here nor there and confused
Semi-transparent waiters passed my table.
Erased me from their memory like a cellar mouse....

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Short fun haiku 

God didn`t like snakes 
 So he told lies about me
Man loath and fears me  

I`m a crippled tree
In the middle of a wheat field 
Doing nothing 

I`m the big rock
The farmer ploughs around me
One day he bitterly says.


It was the tallest tree 
In the petrified forest 
Lightning struck in half   

I`m the smallest tree 
In the woods of trepidation
I starve to stunt growth 

At the restaurant 
I`m the last the waiters see 
Serving stops at three...

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I am starting to like Freddie
At least he is steady
He may enjoy the drink
He may bring Liverpool to the brink
Honesty is all you will get
Even if his heart is scorched and bled
He has that iconic ironic smile
His verses crosses the hippocratic oath
From veins his prose flow
His love is pure his demons proudly on display
His bitterness feeds the infinite glass
Of the waiters last call
His words may bite spewing spittle and spite
Alas, who I ask, shall cast the first stone?...

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