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The Café Philos Poetry Prompt for Outlaw Boys and Girls — and Them that Will be Wild Things

This is an experiment.  Only an experiment.  I want to see if anyone of my six 1/2 readers (can’t be forgetting Teresums here) has any interest in a weekly Café Philos poetry prompt.

Naturally, it won’t be a decent, respectable prompt.  Naturally, it will be an annoying prompt.  Naturally, it will be a prompt in the spitting image of its author.  You’re welcome!

I should note I am not to blame for this.  Not this time.  The Wanton Waif of Words herself, Marysa Storm, precocious young author of “The Four Stages of Poetry“, is the sole and single person you must blame for this.

She emailed me today for the first time ever requesting a prompt from me (“Fools rush in where angels dare to tread.”).  And here’s the very prompt I then insufferably inflicted upon her:

Compose a poem about you and a lover meeting together in a cafe or restaurant — write it using your description of the cafe or restaurant (including, as you wish, the furnishings, the food, the settings, the customers, etc) to accomplish any or all of the following:

• Describe your lover’s looks.

• Describe your lover as a person.

• Describe your thoughts and/or feelings for your lover.

• Describe anything else you want to mention about you and your lover (e.g. your wounded pasts, etc.).


“The candle light danced in your eyes like my heart.”

“My love for you overflowed even to the café’s infamous Grouch,
Who sat off alone to nurse his one daily cup of bitter black beans.”

“Only your every spoken word tasted better to me than the food that night.”

UPDATE:  New Rule.  Marysa’s Rule (she insisted upon it): “The poem may be submitted in any poetic form its creator wishes, including prose poetry.”

You have one week, Marysa — not a day more than one week — to submit your life’s masterpiece, or face the disgrace of your failure, ruin, and defeat as a poet and a human.  No pressure, though.  We wouldn’t want you to feel any pressure, Maryas.  That would sap all the fun.

Dearest Reader, if you wish, please take up Marysa’s prompt as your own. Post a link to your work in the comments below. There will be no judging, no ranking of your work against any other poets.  Nor will I presume to negatively judge your own work. But I just might praise it.  That I might.

Please be so kind as to include a link back to this prompt in any posts of your work on your blog.

42 thoughts on “The Café Philos Poetry Prompt for Outlaw Boys and Girls — and Them that Will be Wild Things”

    1. One week. That’s it! Life is cruel, Marysa. It has to be cruel. It has no choice but to be cruel. I long ago challenged it to a competition to see which of us — life or me — could be the most cruel of all. So far, I’m ahead. One week, Marysa. Masterpiece or dusty death!

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  1. Poetry? Are you kidding me? About a lover? Do I even remember what that means? I’ll do a search… Ah yes, a lover is someone who makes you feel like you’re eating a cinnamon bun just out of the oven… gooey, sticky and disgustingly sweet. Then it’s all over, except for the trip to the bathroom.

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  2. Yes! A prompt from the ever Sunny Stone! I joyfully take up my quill for you Paul. Hope you don’t mind me switching from a cafe to a pub – or bar, as you say over there. A pub was more my lovers scene. Who knows? Maybe I’ll stretch to two poems – one about my most secret lover, and one about the man I loved in secret. Or maybe I can somehow make the two poems into one..

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      1. Until you mentioned it, the idea simply had not crossed my mind. The obvious so often escapes me. Of course, I’m going to try my hand at — now that you mention it.


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