Dean Meredith Poems
- Stray Cat Café On a dreary day too poor for a name, He ...
- A Stranger Comes Her good eye Saw me coming Her bad ...
- Please Sir The slow motion farce It has me by the ...
- The Letter And yes I smelled the paper Of the letter that ...
- Cars Have Feelings Too We all break In different ways The ...
- Hopeless The desperate midnight clawings Laid me wasted, ...
- Happy Endings There go those happy endings There they ...
Above all, I am a romantic. Above all, love conquers hate. In essence, I write about human nature.
My poetry has been compared to that of Shel Silverstein and Charles Bukowski.
I don't care for self-written bio's in the third person, and I find political correctness to be utterly offensive.
A very cute, smart girl once said, " never bore me" , and that ... more »
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Stray Cat Café
On a dreary day too poor for a name,
He dragged himself down to the little café,
Flat white and a paper, always the same,
He fumbled for coins and something to say,
His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold,
The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss,
His soft fingers touched the counter so cold,
And there she was, a sunny shining miss,
All glowing with life and lighter than air,
Pink lemonade cheeks and strawberry lips,
A chef’s hat hiding her blonde wistful hair,
Uniform jealously guarding her hips,
As soon as she smiled, his fears departed, ...