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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Memoirs of another time, part 2
The old Woolworths store
was looking quite bleak
with its curved wooden windows
and slush in the street
and my Austin A 40
was struggling for heat
as I waited for you
where we said we would meet
The church clock chimed seven
ten minutes ago
you hadn't arrived
and I thought I should go
then from a side steet
you emerged with a man
who needed a lift
to your dinner and dance
He said 'Hi I'm Jim
I hope it's no fuss'
'Claire has just told me
you met on the bus'
'And since I was going
and buses were late'
'If you took me as well
it would really be great'
It felt rather strange
you both in the back seat
as he rubbed his hands
you brushed snow off your feet
you asked 'when it's over
if I'd take you back home'
'as you know my name's Claire'
'what's your name'? 'I'm Joe'
We headed off to the centre of town
I didn't say much
in fact I felt down
as you and Jim chatted
directing my moves
I felt I was eavesdropping
searching for clues
We arrived at the venue
Jim said 'Thank you my son'
'can you pick us up again
round about one'
you said 'see you later'
I thought I'm not sure
as you and Jim walked hand in hand
through the door.
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Charles M. Moore
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Memoirs of another time, Part 3
I sat for a moment
with no where to go
the car wipers struggling
to wipe off the snow
five hours to kill
I need something to eat
so I went to a cafe
I knew up the street
Gino's was popular
that time of night
with truckers and bikers
all looking for fights
hard men and floozies
all trying to make deals
I sat in the corner
to have a quiet meal
Angie came over
she'd worked there for years
and was still quite attractive
for one in her years
she was also untouchable
this much I knew
inside connections
with Gino's home crew
She said'Hiya soldier'
'What will you have'
and bent over low
so I just saw her bra
I tried not to notice
and said 'Hiya' back
'Can I have a coffee
and some kind of snack'
She said 'For you darling
I'll fix it myself'
'One of my specials
from under the shelf'
'Not drinking tonight' Huh? '
'You got somthing planned? '
'I hope that she's worth it'
'Your my kind of man'
Angie walked off
with a swing in her hips
the chill was now leaving
my fingers and lips
I felt in a puzzle
with Claire, and who's Jim?
Should I pick them up?
What did she mean to him? .
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Charles M. Moore
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Memoirs of another time, Part 5
Angie suggested it's best I should go
I said my goodbyes
and went out in the snow
scraped ice off my windsceen
and got in my car
and returned to Claire's venue
to sit in the bar
I entered the foyer
of this georgian hotel
it seemed rather busy
from what I could tell
people in finery, drinks in their hand
chatting while listening
to some fifties band
I noticed Jim talking to
friends near the lounge
he nodded acknowledging
I had returned
going into the bar
brushing snow off my coat
I called for a lager
to quench my dry throat
I had a few sips
and my nose still felt blocked
then I heard you calling
'Joe, you've come back'
You stood in the light
by the door in a dress
of shimmering blue sequins
that captured my breath
I fumbled vain efforts
to try and look smart
your entrance made other men
wonder who's that?
you came up towards me
and they gave a shout
as you longingly kissed me
full on the mouth
Embarrassed
I realised I couldn't breathe
because of the injury
I had received
my arms embraced you
as I caught my breath
and the warmth of your body
sank into my chest.
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Charles M. Moore
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Memoirs of another time, Part 6
You said you were happy
that I had returned
to be honest I felt
I was glad that I did
before I'd neglected
to take you all in
now that I had
my head felt in a spin
With a skip in your step
and a tug on my arm
you introduced me
to your friends at the dance
and said 'come with me
you've just got to meet Jim'
'He's gay and my best friend
you'll really like him'
I said 'hello'
and Jim gave me a smile
that seemed to go through me
and deep down inside
'I mentioned to Claire
you were here in the bar'
'I'm so glad you found her
she's really a star'
You hugged me announcing
'Isn't he great'
'We thought that you'd never
come back here this late'
Jim said' By the way
I'll be leaving with friends'
'I'm grateful'
'But I won't be going home again'
I looked and your dark hair
fell loose in a curl
encompassing eyes
that reflected the world
agate blue seas
with black pupils therein
I knew I was drowning
and I couldn't swim
Your transformation
was such a surprise
by day like cocoon
by night butterfly
my heart missed a beat
when you called out my name
and I wrote the memories
on every page.
The End.
Charles M. Moore
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