Short Taverna Poems

Life in Cyprus,
Idyllic I would suggest,
For each day is filled with 
Everything we hold dear.

Inspired by good friends,
Nice people we meet

Coming from all different places,
Youngsters, to our delight are
Pleased to sit and chat with us in the 
Relaxed atmosphere of the Taverna at night
Under the soft light of a
Star studded sky.

This is my Cyprus.

© Dave Timperley September 2014...

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- Prawn eyeballs - as black as a hole in space

- Alien squid - with face hugging tentacles 

- Martian Octopus head - eerily out of place

- Flying saucer seabass - sci-fi Metallic

- Prawn antennae - picking up signals from planet X

- Lobster claws - armoured like a Mech

- The Blob – Drowned in acid

- Shrimp - nuclear pink

- Rows of reptilian fish - Morbidly staring ahead...

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In the taverna, he sits, incognito--- 
(he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past 
and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s 
waiting for the night to rest. He stares 
at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh, 
more hours, for him, to wait.  Till how long 
the bottle will last, half-empty now, until 
he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes?

His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action 
and in his wildest dream, he claims the night....

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Silhouettes under Starlight

Do you recall my sweet, when you
opened the Taverna door for me?
How beside with joy was I, to step
into  a delicious, fog-filled starlit
street!

With our very young and blessed feet,
gliding, oh!
I felt like your Queen!
You are, were and always will be my
Panglossian, Arcadian Dream.

You, the lover of all my days and nights.
You, who molds my passionate heart~
With your tender compassionate might.


5/6/2019
8:45am PST
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