People's Poems

1

On a drunken night you can find her on the edge
of the bar
Aging like whiskey in her blue blouse
You can see her nipples through it
The tired Bartender knows her well
Better than me
She is a keeper, he says and disappears to the back room
Now it’s only her and me
God, she’s beautiful in this light
But not in every light
Tonight I’ll drink for her
I might as well
But she will drink only for herself
in silence.



2

He sat and smoked in a foreign country,
The green green grass of home,
He talked about her and the weather –
Both stormy.
The TV is on, and switching channels is a must,
Just not to get bored, escape the routine,
But he is an ordinary man, built on boredom.
There’s no solution in trading lives,
Mere smoking in a foreign country doesn’t make an adventure –
The mind is the same everywhere you go.
He wishes he could be a better person, one of those who smiles –
But he can’t. His face is stone.


3

Don goes to work every day and returns home every night
To his wife.
They don’t have children, and she is fifty.
Don’s wife could have had them, but she didn’t because of him.
She loves him, you see, and if he is barren so too is she.
So now she’s fifty and wandering what went wrong.
Instead of life there’s only Don.
Blames him for everything - lonely house that never gets messy,
Awkward silence in the mornings,
and a backyard not yet touched.
Don’s wife loves Don, but she hates herself.
Don goes to work every day and returns home every night
To his sad sad wife.