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online today!I'm Back
Not really a poem (although just to say)
Your top Aussie poet is now back today.
Now three weeks offline, has been long enough
(My old laptop crashed - indeed it was stuffed).
I did all I could to fix the old thing;-
Tried this and that, and repairs on the wing.
Wasted three days and four nights on repairs
But the old girl was gone - it seemed no one cared.
So I bought a fresh laptop - a great new device
And set the thing up for some more CS spice.
And to be honest - how could I keep away?
When it's part of my life to write a poem a day.
And if not one a day, then one a week
To all CS poets - you make my life complete.
© lovecanbereal
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Your top Aussie poet is now back today.
Now three weeks offline, has been long enough
(My old laptop crashed - indeed it was stuffed).
I did all I could to fix the old thing;-
Tried this and that, and repairs on the wing.
Wasted three days and four nights on repairs
But the old girl was gone - it seemed no one cared.
So I bought a fresh laptop - a great new device
And set the thing up for some more CS spice.
And to be honest - how could I keep away?
When it's part of my life to write a poem a day.
And if not one a day, then one a week
To all CS poets - you make my life complete.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sortsOh how I've missed what you all have to say -
And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today.
© lovecanbereal
Sonnet No1
Shall I compare thee to a wet Monday?
Thou art more miserable and dull.
Watching TV, on thy couch doest thou lie,
guzzling snacks, yet ne’er seem full.
Oft-times too much the effort proves,
exertion for usefulness to devote.
thy sluggish body hardly moves,
save to press the buttons on thy remote.
Apart from thy telly, and need to be fed,
thou seem’st not to have any cares.
Thou doest not a thing betwixt sofa and bed
save to haul thy fat arse up the stairs.
As for contribution to society, to rest some pride upon,
‘tis with regret I say to thee, thou art a slob and maketh none.
Thou art more miserable and dull.
Watching TV, on thy couch doest thou lie,
guzzling snacks, yet ne’er seem full.
Oft-times too much the effort proves,
exertion for usefulness to devote.
thy sluggish body hardly moves,
save to press the buttons on thy remote.
Apart from thy telly, and need to be fed,
thou seem’st not to have any cares.
Thou doest not a thing betwixt sofa and bed
save to haul thy fat arse up the stairs.
As for contribution to society, to rest some pride upon,
‘tis with regret I say to thee, thou art a slob and maketh none.
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
My work sometimes requires me to visit people's homes, where I often get an insight into their lifestyle. This is an attempt to describe one in particular.
Entwined
Where sands come together at your ledges
Searching what washes on shores of treasure
Be a kiss which bumps along the edges
A place for where our love makes such pleasure
Us adrift in a tide of tranquil seas
Floating together we are meant to be
Our sails filled with the wind of offshore breeze
Searching for emerald coves with palm trees
Happen upon an island of delight
We anchor our ship inside your favor
A harbor of love all sweetness and light
Anyone whoever seeks will savor
Forever lost in time will ever find
For the sheer beauty of love be entwined
Searching what washes on shores of treasure
Be a kiss which bumps along the edges
A place for where our love makes such pleasure
Us adrift in a tide of tranquil seas
Floating together we are meant to be
Our sails filled with the wind of offshore breeze
Searching for emerald coves with palm trees
Happen upon an island of delight
We anchor our ship inside your favor
A harbor of love all sweetness and light
Anyone whoever seeks will savor
Forever lost in time will ever find
For the sheer beauty of love be entwined
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Playing on the sands of time and pleasure.Old Yankee Farmer
Come into my barn and shake off the cold
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A traveling salesman upon meeting an old'timer Yankee farmer.
LOVEEEEEE !
If I should think of love
I'd think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I'd think of you.
I'd think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I'd think of you.
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
LOVE IT!!
vegas
I went to Vegas a year ago and gambled all day through I lose a million bucks and had to sing the blues. their was no clock on the wall. to tell the time come true but the manager seen me cry and asked what could he do..i said I needed cab fare a hundred bucks or more . he handed me a travelers check then thru me out the door
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this over40 years ago its what happens to people that love the easy money
America by Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
A black immigrants view of the US in the '20s, powerful and thought provoking. Have we really moved on? You could swap out the title with any other country and still the poem would make sense. That's indicative of the harsh reality of 21st century living
xmas where are you
Is it that time of year
With lots of cheer
We wish you a merry xmas
The cries ring out
Music plays we wish a merry xmas
I dont feel happy i feel sad
Gone is santa his present un opened
Lies where it was a decade ago
How the spirit broken the fun laughter gone
Should i laugh should i cry
My heart lays broken
Time flown
Decades gone
Where has xmas gone
With lots of cheer
We wish you a merry xmas
The cries ring out
Music plays we wish a merry xmas
I dont feel happy i feel sad
Gone is santa his present un opened
Lies where it was a decade ago
How the spirit broken the fun laughter gone
Should i laugh should i cry
My heart lays broken
Time flown
Decades gone
Where has xmas gone
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Posted: Dec 2017
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online today!Heart of Gold
Hail to you, Sir Cafe, most gallant knight
Defending the castle Poetry Corner
Protecting all the maidens day and night
While all the other knights you inspire
With your poems you wove a magic spell
Oftentimes taking us on a journey
Captivating with wondrous tales you tell
Fascinating us with their imagery
Your replies to comments on your poetry
Were always warm, cheerful and refreshing
They showed your pleasant personality
For all of us they were most endearing
We thank you noble knight with heart of gold
And may heaven bless your beautiful soul
Defending the castle Poetry Corner
Protecting all the maidens day and night
While all the other knights you inspire
With your poems you wove a magic spell
Oftentimes taking us on a journey
Captivating with wondrous tales you tell
Fascinating us with their imagery
Your replies to comments on your poetry
Were always warm, cheerful and refreshing
They showed your pleasant personality
For all of us they were most endearing
We thank you noble knight with heart of gold
And may heaven bless your beautiful soul
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
Dedicated to cafetwo2010Rain Dancing (In Honor of Lucy's Challenge)
Gather the children for our hope rescinds
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed
When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die
Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls
Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
There is a Native American mythical institution that promotes the balanced use of natural resources: the figure of the Master of the Animals. Every animal has its master its "balut", a figuerative spokesperson, who simultaneously facilitates hunting and severely sanctions its excess. In this figurative sonnet I have chosen the old custom of a rain dance so this lesson can also apply to the way we use and regulate our water resources among the other more 'notable and finite' resources we can relate to. Greed will be the ruin of us all, unless us children (i.e. little people) pray and plea to a higher Being.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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