"caff" poems - Hello Poetry

Starlight shines from limousines On the streets of Monte Carlo But I'd prefer a cup of tea In a caff with Gary Barlow. He'd draw inspiration from The drabness of the venue And weave sweet melodies around The items on the menu. Spreading sounds of happiness Around the greasy spoon. He may be a chub-a-lub But he sure can write a tune. I could take him back to mine To feast on milk and cookies. Watching pirate DVDs In my flat above the bookies. I would part the curtains So the jealous neighbourhood Saw me ****** rewarding The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'. He could climb atop me Like he mounted Kilimanjaro Everything changes forever Once you've tasted Gary Barlow. Down to earth despite his millions Cuddlier than Robbie Williams. Looking pensive in a vest, Gary Barlow is the best.

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC

lize-kingston

starlight

Starlight shines from limousines On the streets of Monte Carlo But I'd prefer a cup of tea In a caff with Gary Barlow. He'd draw inspiration from The drabness of the venue And weave sweet melodies around The items on the menu. Spreading sounds of happiness Around the greasy spoon. He may be a chub-a-lub But he sure can write a tune. I could take him back to mine To feast on milk and cookies. Watching pirate DVDs In my flat above the bookies. I would part the curtains So the jealous neighbourhood Saw me ****** rewarding The blond scribe of 'Back for Good'. He could climb atop me Like he mounted Kilimanjaro Everything changes forever Once you've tasted Gary Barlow. Down to earth despite his millions Cuddlier than Robbie Williams. Looking pensive in a vest, Gary Barlow is the best.

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Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC

a-mareship

college library

Fourteen years old and my life was a trap - My ankle was caught All red and ragged In the jaws of an age-old machine Designed to catch boys. But there was a missing cog – a little ***** because there was a way, (There was a way) There was a way to get away… College Library, Domed and dark, The silence disturbed by a bluebottle’s Rumble And the sly ticking of my own gold watch. Oh! Getting high on the smell of Other people’s universes, Tissue thin and Dogeared immortal - Gotcha! I’ve got 'em all! You can’t contain me in these walls, I can go an – y -where. I can get drunk on Holden’s Highballs Or Sebastian’s brandy, I can weep at the grave of Ignatius Riley’s Sexually inappropriate wank-fantasy dog, I can neatly eat Prufrock’s peach Or a dismal breakfast in a seaside caff With Dallow and Spicer And dear Rosaried Rose With one eye on the sea and Some lukewarm tea. I can spend a season with my namesake, Far away from Heaven, And shake hands with Satan as he Finishes a speech, Wiping his mouth on a swollen rock, Hot as heaven and black as a leech. I can walk that sheep on B612, I can whip around the Second Circle Of Hell Or lock myself in a toilet With Franny, I can live in a garret with a garrulous ****** - I can be East of Eden, Wonderland, I can die in Venice, I can shoot soldiers in the sand, I can lust after Lo – lee – ta Tip of the tongue, I can be a girl, I can be a nun, Blow into a conch, Diffuse a bomb, Digest my lunch, Be a sub, Be a dom, I can sparkle here, I can be free here, I can just be here And there are no rules here, Just one boy And a book And a bluebottle And a watch. Aw dear - What a flawed design for a cage!

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Take a look, there is no shelter at this inn we're all booked up, so take your donkey and 'sling yer hook' Having a baby and nowhere to stay..doh..should have reserved a bit earlier in the day,a bit late now you're having a baby and, anyhow who's the dad? Then three old goats with long flowing coats who had checked it all out on tripfinder,couldn't find yer,so the gifts,one was scent,a towel set,a tent were then left in the cleft of the stick which Jesus walked with and boy was he sick,he called at the inn and found nobody there,no babies in cribs,no nappies or bibs,but he did find the cowshit which stuck just a bit to the soles of his sandals. Waterloo. So the nativity took place in left luggage,a case for a cot and a hot cup of tea though Mary preferred de-caff coffee,'it's free', said the clerk and he went back to work and the three men were none the wiser.

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Dec 20, 2013

Dec 20, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

A tiny bit like Christmas.

Take a look, there is no shelter at this inn we're all booked up, so take your donkey and 'sling yer hook' Having a baby and nowhere to stay..doh..should have reserved a bit earlier in the day,a bit late now you're having a baby and, anyhow who's the dad? Then three old goats with long flowing coats who had checked it all out on tripfinder,couldn't find yer,so the gifts,one was scent,a towel set,a tent were then left in the cleft of the stick which Jesus walked with and boy was he sick,he called at the inn and found nobody there,no babies in cribs,no nappies or bibs,but he did find the cowshit which stuck just a bit to the soles of his sandals. Waterloo. So the nativity took place in left luggage,a case for a cot and a hot cup of tea though Mary preferred de-caff coffee,'it's free', said the clerk and he went back to work and the three men were none the wiser.

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Savor the taste ... Enter the gates of Join the ranks of the ....... Pompous ....... Middle of the roaders ..... Deceived, in belief They're only one lane away from the fast lane........ Those Who's..... Overconfidence Overrides intuition and intelligence....... Magically makes them boss and authority ..tragically..... Living so fast is like Jane climbing the corporate latter each rung shes traveling faster ....... Can't see what's shes passing...by..... Biologically inside ..... Burning with desire she..... Can't deny ............. She can't suppress....... Or quench ..... A yearning for uncomplicated simple and pure love ........ ........ Meanwhile ........ Primitive....... And true ...... Lost link wipes the tears from his eyes conjures a smile and a reassuring wave.. ... Saying I'm proud of you.... Him love you unconditionaly... Him wait here for her . ... Tarzan love only .... Jane.....stay right here by the highway Tarzan ...Jane soul mate.... wait..... Right here...... Beats by dre......turnt up all the way .......sipping half caff. Double chia tee latte....... Silver two door Mercedes-Benz at 147 ..... Gucci ,pradda...... Louis Vuitton, With her Versace sunglasses... On ........ Sheeeeeee doesn't see Her one true love ........ Drives right by ....... Tarzan waves .......left in the dust ........ Can't see Jane's ...... Gone....... The jungles silent tonight.... Mourning the love that should have been ....... ....... I don't want be any part of that....... *** are we doin here With only one life ....... ?

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Apr 22, 2023

Apr 22, 2023 at 4:09 PM UTC

Goldentounge

Suc

Savor the taste ... Enter the gates of Join the ranks of the ....... Pompous ....... Middle of the roaders ..... Deceived, in belief They're only one lane away from the fast lane........ Those Who's..... Overconfidence Overrides intuition and intelligence....... Magically makes them boss and authority ..tragically..... Living so fast is like Jane climbing the corporate latter each rung shes traveling faster ....... Can't see what's shes passing...by..... Biologically inside ..... Burning with desire she..... Can't deny ............. She can't suppress....... Or quench ..... A yearning for uncomplicated simple and pure love ........ ........ Meanwhile ........ Primitive....... And true ...... Lost link wipes the tears from his eyes conjures a smile and a reassuring wave.. ... Saying I'm proud of you.... Him love you unconditionaly... Him wait here for her . ... Tarzan love only .... Jane.....stay right here by the highway Tarzan ...Jane soul mate.... wait..... Right here...... Beats by dre......turnt up all the way .......sipping half caff. Double chia tee latte....... Silver two door Mercedes-Benz at 147 ..... Gucci ,pradda...... Louis Vuitton, With her Versace sunglasses... On ........ Sheeeeeee doesn't see Her one true love ........ Drives right by ....... Tarzan waves .......left in the dust ........ Can't see Jane's ...... Gone....... The jungles silent tonight.... Mourning the love that should have been ....... ....... I don't want be any part of that....... *** are we doin here With only one life ....... ?

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Sitting down in a caff, And a book called symposium (1) Fills your mind, with a torrent of thoughts and small guilt Be alone, it is best in the end And imprison yourself So the hurt, be contained You thought love, was so fair You're a ***** it's hard And it's harsh Do not lie to yourself And stop lying to her You are selfish, she's not love But your hostage you trapped In a web of emotions you built You're a ****** it's okay to admit You need help. This is sick. You don't love her.

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC

ash9f

You don't love her

Sitting down in a caff, And a book called symposium (1) Fills your mind, with a torrent of thoughts and small guilt Be alone, it is best in the end And imprison yourself So the hurt, be contained You thought love, was so fair You're a ***** it's hard And it's harsh Do not lie to yourself And stop lying to her You are selfish, she's not love But your hostage you trapped In a web of emotions you built You're a ****** it's okay to admit You need help. This is sick. You don't love her.

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