Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 8,284 Points (Derby, England)

A Place To Sit - Poem by Orlando Belo

Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Mini cars and Roller's, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Tossers and dossers, and useless dead losses,
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Doctors and nurses, and hospital workers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Code breakers and spy makers, and intelligence investigators,
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Scientists and chemists, and nuclear physicists
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys, the ‘for sale' toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a wee who can't find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Scribers and doodlers, and graffiti abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians,
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2016



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