Ships in the Night (To Cafe) Poem
Ships in the Night (To Cafe)
There was a time when I entered these Elysium fields,
Of the poetic,
Yes I strutted and fretted on the poetic stage,
And met in this crazy nether world, like minded people,
Who were happy to challenge and create,
Or simply amuse.
Jim was one.
We never got really close but it wasn't difficult,
To see he was a gentleman,
A live wire with an amazing repertoire.
I'm deeply saddened to hear of his passing.
It's like all larger than life people,
You think they will last forever.
Yes, we have to be philosophic,
Or a believer in faith,
And certainly Café, our much beloved Café,
Strutted his hour upon the stage,
And now will be heard no more.
But those still here,
Will remember and ponder,
With thoughts indelibly printed,
Of the man with the cocky baseball cap,
And the backwoodsman's sense of humour,
You've found peace now,
Life's fitful fever has run its course,
And now you can truly join,
A poetic universe.
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Posted: Oct 7, 2017
About this poem:For the years that I've been on here, I have crossed swords with some and had agreeable chats with others. Jim was certainly of the latter. He wrote from the heart and I suspect typified that honest American, no nonsense ideal. He was the genuine article. You could see that from his poetry. I'm saddened to hear that he is no longer with us. We all tread that tightrope. Fond memories dear Cafe.
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