Cafe London in Strzegom

Showing All Categories (Show all posts)

“The Traveler”

Posted by Frank Letras on Thursday, November 25, 2010,

A poem by Frank

There’s an old man who lives down my street

Who leads a very drab and boring existence

He’ll sit on his door step all the live long day

Watching all the passers-by for instance.

He seldom speaks, and never has any visitors

And with me he just exchanges daily pleasantries

When he is out and about in his garden

Tending to his plants or even pruning his trees.

Last week I plucked up the courage to ask him

To talk to me about his experiences, his life

Curiosity ha...


Continue reading ...
 

“Glimpse into another world”

Posted by Frank Letras on Thursday, November 25, 2010,

A poem by Frank

For Gerard and all the artists of the world

He sat there alone, staring into emptiness

Memories flooding his senses, accentuating his distress

Reflected in the water of the small pond

Was a glimpse into another world, of which he’d been so fond,

Two sisters playing in the yard, an image from the here after,

A golden sunny afternoon, full of innocent carefree laughter.

Bees buzzing around the daffodils, gathering pollen for their honey,

A gaily dressed little lepr...


Continue reading ...
 

“The legend of the almond blossoms”

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 31, 2010,

A poem by Frank Letras 14th July 2010. Based on the legend “lenda das amendoeiras”

Long ago and far away

In a kingdom to the west

Lived a handsome Moorish king

Who endeavoured to do his best.

He ruled a province strange to him

Though this he did not choose

To rule the land of the Al-garve

In the west of Al-Andaluz.

He was a fair and wise ruler

Ensuring his land was free of strife

The only thing missing said the courtiers

Was the presence of a wife.

And so it came to pass

...


Continue reading ...
 

“Saltimbancos and Troubadors”

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 31, 2010,

Stilt walkers and clowns

Approach as the circus tours

Ragtags in glad rags

Saltimbacos and troubadors.

Musicians from a bygone age

Poets of a different class

Fat ladies with beards

Stare at me as they pass.

History’s story tellers

Muscle bound town criers

Organ grinders and chimps

Handing out their fliers.

Carts carrying food

And wagons carrying stores

Stilt walkers and freaks

Saltimbancos and troubadors.

Ring masters in sequins

Trapeze artists and a unicorn

Tatt...


Continue reading ...
 

“ Any Poet Worth his Salt”

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,

“ Any Poet Worth his Salt”

A poem by Frank Letras, 24th July 2010

 

Any poet worth his salt,

Can bring emotions to a halt,

With a stroke of the pen.

Self critical, analytical, but only now and then.

A poet strives to make you laugh or cry,

Understanding the reasons why,

The readers feel as they do,

He writes, steady and true,

With only the briefest of pauses,

His effects preceding his causes,

And his mind in utter turbulence,

He paints without pretence,

And draws withou...


Continue reading ...
 

If you could utter just one phrase

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,

“If you could utter just one phrase”

A poem by Frank Letras 16th July 2010

Should the world end tomorrow

What on this Earth would you do?

Would you wallow in misery and sorrow?

Or leave a testament strong and true?

If you could utter just one phrase

That the whole world could hear

Would you start another craze?

Or fill humanity with fear?

If you could change the Earth

What would be your legacy?

Would you leave something of worth?

Or would it be lost to history?

Would your ...


Continue reading ...
 

Solace

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,

“Solace”

A poem by Frank Letras

23rd July 2010

 

 

If I could find but one word

That would put your mind at ease,

I wouldn’t hesitate to use it,

You wouldn’t have to say please.

If could find a way to say;

I know exactly how you feel’

I would stand in the pews and pray,

I wouldn’t even have to kneel.

Life can be cruel sometimes,

And leave us smothered in sorrow,

Permit me to use an old cliché,

‘You know there’s always tomorrow’.

When things seem at...


Continue reading ...
 

Sock Dimension

Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,

“Sock Dimension”

A poem by Frank Letras, 20th July 2010

It’s a well known fact,

That there is another dimension,

Where socks and gloves disappear to,

Just to cause a bit of tension.

I’ve never done some laundry

When I didn’t lose a sock.

No matter how often this happens

It’s always a bit of a shock.

Every time I do the washing,

I always take great care,

But the result is always the same,

A sock without a pair.

And socks are not the only problem.

“What of gloves?...


Continue reading ...
 

“The Streets of London”

Posted by Frank Letras on Monday, October 26, 2009,

In a city of six million souls

How can anyone be alone?

Come and walk a while with me

To see how this can be done.

I bet you thought this poem

Was the old song by Ralph Mctell

But these are the ‘new’ streets of London

My personal kind of hell.

The forgotten hero has died

A long long time ago

No one cared and no one cried

Everyone here’s on the go.

Old ladies still carry their homes

In two old carrier bags

But nobody pays them any mind

Now they’re just old hags.

The a...


Continue reading ...
 

“Train Commute”

Posted by Frank Letras on Monday, October 26, 2009,

On the train everybody reads

Avoiding each others eyes

So there are no uncomfortable moments

Like those when somebody lies

 

 

Personal space is very closed these days

Papers music and a book

Bags, rucksacks and luggage

Don’t even get a second look

 

 

Everybody has headphones on

Or is sending some one a text

I look around me and wonder

What ever will come next

 

 

Nobody hears the announcer

As he says ‘the train terminates here’

So we all sit the...


Continue reading ...
 
 
xyz

Categories

Make a Free Website with Yola.