Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 5,965 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Black Coffee And The News - Poem by Matthew Holloway

Black coffee and the news
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I hold the cup in my hands
Burning at my finger tips
My eyes half focused on the television
I’m still half asleep, but alert enough
Watching the news, the world go to hell
Half is pleading poverty, half dying
Somewhere the is a war going on
A young man has just died
The reporter talks of a climbing number
I am unable to digest it just yet
The coffee is extra strong and black
Giving me enough bite to face the day
It lacks what I need to face the news
Which reads out blacker still
I’d change the channel
If only I could find the remote
Looking for some happy news
Something, anything to make me smile
It’s a new day beginning with the old routine


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011



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