Pete's Poetry

Sitting at Starbucks

Posted by Peter Liptak in A little Burst o Truth, Caffeinated Contemplations, My Travels, Poems

(this is not about Starbucks the ubiquitous; it’s about a certain place, certain personalities, people that know my drink and have my mug at the ready, people that are happy to see me — that Starbucks in Itaewon central, that Starbucks is gone now…) Every day, laptop laden, I make my way to inspiration way, a soft-cushion destination for some deep-seated thought. Sitting at Starbucks, half aware of the chatter of the chit-chat girls And the coffee shop gangnam guys The table circles The pseudo art, the big green sign…read more

Jan.29

insomnia

Posted by Peter Liptak in Death and Chocolate, Poems

transcendental ly speaking, my tired mind is tweaking

Dec.31

Ode to a Snowy Scooter in Seoul

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, The East

Missing my chariot, my sleigh, my zip zap zing… my t’aint no thing, be there in a flash, my traffic bypass, my bit of sass ~ by Peter N. Liptak If you fancy this poem share with a friend, (or a foe… you never know) so that others might stumble past — ’TIS ALL THE FASHION! From feast to famine, a poets line is thin. Follow my lean lead, come walk with me in wonder, then, if you will, PUT THE CASH IN! No Paypal account is required. Poets must eat……read more

Oct.30

The rift… the drift

Posted by Peter Liptak in Love's Loss, Poems

IloveyouhorriblyIloveyousorely IloveyouintentlyIloveyourelentlessly IloveyouweaklyIloveyoumeekly Iloveyoudailyhourlyweekly

without even a call…
was it love at all

Oct.20

Oct.10

Nodeul Ferry Riverside

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, The East

Sitting in the sap of spring by the weeping willow, wondering …whiling away and wondering if the flow of time can be tied – have you tried? Binding it by a stretch of willow at the trunk to catch the flow of time and tide By and by, near the Nodeul ferry riverside —— Twig and twine tying time to the tree Trust not its boughs and branches, not me, To stop the page of life’s mystery the blue ever flowing by mindless of the willow’s strength, and my sigh…read more