“There are lots of dive bars all around for a quick drink, but the there are those places you can spend several hours in, having a good time, with food and fine wine” Gun Roswell
A short stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
“So much shiny, see through glass, it’s, impossible!” Gun Roswell
Glassy, glass and then some
Tender, delicate, totally breakable
Transparent, shiny, quite clean
The ware for many occasions
But mostly, useful for any kind of liquid
Sweet, sour, strong or just plain
No matter what, it’s all the same
The purpose for these shiny objects
Is to hold in the precious liquids
For these ready to consume any of it
And that would be pretty much it
Except some do like to collect them
Filling their cupboards with glassy things
Just because they look good
In all imaginable colours a buyer could
Be able to purchase these fine looking products
As well never really can have enough of that stuff
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Photography /Poetry
“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
There’s time to spare
And a cup of coffee to share
In the little cafe
By the Esplanade
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Photography /Poetry
“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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Photography /Poetry
“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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Photography /Poetry
“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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Photography /Poetry /Humour
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
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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Photography /Poetry /Humour
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
A quiet corner
Of a busy street
Like a human recorder
Listening, watching, plotting
For anything, to tweet
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Photography /Poetry
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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Photography /Poetry
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?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 