Tag Archives: stolen

Poetry with a Cappuccino

The waitress arrives Places a cappuccino On the table Then smiles A poetry book sits Waiting for the first sip Two sets of lips Eager to engage To taste, to feel A stolen moment In an otherwise Ordinary morning Thatcher … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment


what occupies your time? power or money or simply vanity smirking behind that mask whispering up that sleeve sneering while you laugh the innocence of childhood exploited the unseen marked mocked the living , wounded a life stolen!   Paolo … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments