Seat Sunday (2016-07-17)

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“I don’t want to be a passenger sitting on the bench not doing much, even in my older years” Frank Lampard

Seat Sunday

I have followed the yellow brick road
And it led me to this humble abode
Surrounded by a picket fence
And a green grass oh so dense

Now I am stationed here for all eternity
The yellow bricks stacked behind me
Grass growing tall, reaching to infinity
The inhabitants enjoying me occasionally

Maybe this is the place I will settle
And every day brew me tea in a kettle
I may be made out of wood and metal
But I can be quite sentimental

I am a special bench
Possibly made by the French
Sometimes in the drain I drench
Still, I am quite the mensch 😉

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Under the Tree for Seat Sunday

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“A chair fit for a Queen and other Ladies too” Gun Roswell

Under the Tree for Seat Sunday

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“Ah, a cool summer’s breeze
I am possibly ready to sneeze
Better sit down on the bench!”

Said the little old wench
As she tightly held her thighs in a clench

Because that damned sneezing
Made her always queasy
And possibly a little uneasy
As to what might start to trickle
She started to giggle

“Oh, hurry up you old fool
And quickly sit down on that damned stool!”

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Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday Four

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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker

Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday 

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There’s time to spare
And a cup of coffee to share
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade

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Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday Three

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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker

Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday 

Opening the archives
Storing away the files
Of possible tales
For later to be shared
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade

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Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday Two

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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker

Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday 

Making a play
From my hideaway
People watching
A glimpse of their lives
Here and there catching
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade

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Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday One

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“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker

Kiosk Cafe for Seat Sunday 

Rain or shine
Seated just fine
In a little cafe
By the Esplanade

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Seat Sunday 2016-06-26 Two

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Seat Sunday 2016-06-26

“Common sense says that chairs and tables exist independently of whether anyone happens to perceive them or not” Charles D. Broad

Choices to make

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When in a park cafe
Wishing the rain away
Hard choices to make
Eat a bun or a cake?
Sit on the green or the red
Oh, these hard choices
I have to make!

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Seat Sunday 2016-06-26 One

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Seat Sunday 2016-06-26

“Common sense says that chairs and tables exist independently of whether anyone happens to perceive them or not” Charles D. Broad

Occupied/Vacant

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A quiet corner
Of a busy street
Like a human recorder
Listening, watching, plotting
For anything, to tweet

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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday: Four

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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday

“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth

Modern Times

Oh, how time flies
In front of our very eyes
Running around makes none the wise
So, just take a seat, relax, fill your supplies
There is no resistance
For these modern times

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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday: Three

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A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday

“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth

Waiting

Important meeting to decide one’s fate?
Maybe a secret hideaway, for a coffee date?
Watching, waiting, by the gate
Why, oh why is my destiny late?

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