DUP Poem of the Month - July 2017

(Inspired by the "Your Social Peeve" competition)  
   
Good evening  
It’s nice to see you  
Will you be dining alone?  
Oh forgive me  
I didn’t see your device  
Table for two then  
   
Our specials for today  
An 8 oz filet with spring vegetables and WiFi  
And for your electronic friend  
A nice OS upgrade  
Excellent choice  
And for your tablet?  
Coming right up  
   
Sorry about the delay  
The chef was preoccupied  
He just HAD to complete level 5  
The way you two look into one another’s displays  
mesmerized by love  
I can tell you don’t mind the wait  
One filet, medium rare  
And the latest app  
for your companion  
Bon Appetit!  
   
Hello, Don Ensimismados  
We do take reservations  
when would you like to come?  
I have a table for four at 8 o'clock  
We will see you then  
Listen up kitchen!  
I’ve got a four top coming at 8  
Mr. and Mrs. Jones  
and their smartphones  
It’s their anniversary  
   
What seems to be the problem?  
I am so sorry  
I didn’t realize it wasn’t compatible  
I’ll send it back to the kitchen  
Can I interest you in a charge  
While you wait?  
Free of charge...of course  

            
             
I can smell the sweet scent of autumn leaves blowing all around me, some landing on the tip of my boots while others randomly fall here and there, just about anywhere they could stick themselves.  
 
I inhale the intoxicating fragrances of apple, pears and pumpkin spice wafting alongside me as I venture throught the village, immersing my senses further with the delightful smells of freshly baked holiday breads coming from local bakery as I travel about, on NYC streets, on a crisp October afternoon like this. it’s pure magic
     
Holiday and Fall decorations hang in many windows of houses and businesses, in hopes of catching a glance of those in-tune with the spirit world.  
 
I turn into Central Park, I am enchanted. Beautiful yellow, red and orange falling leaves are gently cascading everywhere as far as eyes can see. I stop at Dunkin'donuts to grab a nice hot cup of the best coffee ever, "YUM!"   
 
I finish my coffee an tip my cup into a trash barrel then jump into a huge pile of fluffy autumn leaves seemingly waiting personally just for me. I loose myself completely; laying on back I look up into the sky while making an angel with my arms, like we did in the snow when we were kids. My body is surrounded by all that is Autumn      
     
Stars begin to twinkle as they peek out from their long day of slumber just waiting for their chance to sprawl across the night-sky for all to see. And then, at that very moment in time I realize how lucky I am to be alive...                     
               
Broom1692 aka Zazzles, 2013                  
Entered for a poetry comp by Ms. Kitty                       
(FALL - COLOURS, SCENTS, TIME OF YEAR)                
placed second.

Having been evicted from home
And my girlfriend pursuing other avenues
Let me see where this path goes
Its hedgerow's fine shade and what's to lose
And the trees laden with sweet fruit  
Are we born to wander
And wonder where love is
 
The way winds grievous mountains
Climbs sheep tracks to the constellations  
As if the universe was expanding
Rather than here all at once one big soup
Bubbling infinitely interdimensionally
Stirred by my open hand happily waving
As if goodbye
Was just a word
 
The gold lining of my tweed is torn
Let's rip it out it will make a jolly scarf
This biscuit tin dustbin lid tin can
Make timpani in Tin Pan Alley sally forth
My foot step echo echoes my life
As anxious as if the echo was fading
As if an echo ever fades
As if it's ripples ever end
 
I saw a rock band at the back of a van
I grabbed a snare drum and sang
The band thought I was with the place
The place thought I'm in the band
With me and the band on stage dancing
So tell me about love  
Tell me as if you know
 
Say as if you know
How when it rains
Don't say how does it rain
Just say how good it is