Steve Caine
Steve Caine Poems
The Waiting Room
Inconsequential magazines full of cars and TV screens,
mobile phones and lifestyle choice,
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The Blue Rinse Brigade.
A Supermarket Sweepstake,
Or maybe Rugby Scrum,
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Purple Toes.
You were delivered, from the side view mirror
So I span the car around,
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Casa de la Música Cuba.
Cuba Libre!
I shouted across the bar,
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The Chicago Beggar.
Desperate for cash.
Sweat dripping from my brow,
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Dead Birds
The Black and White of tabloid press hid him like a tent,
Milk and Bread the obstacles to someone two feet ten,
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Tarot Snow.
If I could see the past, In the Kaleidoscope that's you,
I'd turn it so the light went out, for night time thoughts of you.
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Alaska Blues.
There were Sixteen dogs pulling my sled,
As the sun came up the morning said,
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Glastonbury Highs.
The festival was over,
Now just forgotten fans,
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Steel Toe Broncho,
Skin and bones, that don't go,
The Broken heart didn't know,
Should've thrown the race.
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Attention.
I threw the last egg at the paper shop,
Looked in the empty box,
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Chapter 16
They threw the book at him that day,
Hit the floor in a peculiar way,
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The Plough Boy
A ship made of Mighty Oaks cut to the bow,
With full sail and crew, she was Hawaii bound,
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The Ceiling.
I lay here with the ceiling looking down on me,
In the neon night light, I don't want to see,
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Hospital Corners.
I write to Hospital corners,
With tears running from my eyes,
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I kissed her by the Blarney Stone.
I kissed her by the Blarney Stone, my lips were hers that day,
It was sometime in November, she took my words away,
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Steve Caine Biography
I have lived an eclectic life. Poems come from personal experience, observations and from the Ether.)
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The Waiting Room.
The Waiting Room
Inconsequential magazines full of cars and TV screens,
mobile phones and lifestyle choice,
waiting here with my quiet voice.
The chrome is warm in the grip of fear,
as no one sees me sitting here.
Heart beating in no mans land,
time has simply stopped,
my life's on hold for ten more minutes,
until the bombshells dropped.
The corridor seems very long as I travel slowly through,
following the Bow Tie with answers stored for you.
Another chair before me, covered in words I never use,
he tells me the reasons I am here,
and what I'm about to lose.
It could be this it could be that,
take a look and see!
Showing me the photograph of what's inside of me.
Folding up the Polaroid now heavy in my hand.
I sit and smile in Roulette thoughts,
not knowing where to bet,
placing chips on Red and Black,
Odd and Even too,
Covering every base trying not to lose.
It span it span some twenty times,
In the ten minutes my life stopped,
landing on the zero, in Red and Black it dropped!
I looked back at the Bow Tie,
and thanked him for the spin,
he shook my hand politely congratulating me on my win.
My winnings in my pocket,
I got up from the chair,
walked into the waiting room with other players there,
some will win, some will lose, others never spin.
The rest of us will sit at home with our TV screens,
wrapped up in cars, mobile phones, and inconsequential magazines.
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Steve Caine Quotes
When is a party, not a party. When it's a farce.
Retrospect In life maybe when it is too late we realise, That all we have never had, was everything we ever wanted.
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