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Details | Verse |

A Coffee Bar with Orange Paint

A coffee bar with orange paint --
   Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
   A neon sign hangs by the door.

I come here sometimes just to write.
   A coffee bar with orange paint
To some would be apalling; but
   I do not see it as a taint.

Tonight an artist's work is hung
   Upon those walls in bold display;
A coffee bar with orange paint
   Allows her dreams to have their say.

I like the color in these walls --
   A brazen hue, not pale or quaint;
And in this place I weave my words --
   A coffee bar with orange paint.


Details | ABC |

Grandma's Garden

 

Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
oregano..peas.. 
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!


Details | Free verse |

PoetrySoup

PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
               Tim, Leon, John, Michael, Jim and Yoni
               Deborah, Krista, Adeleke and Charlie
   …  James, The (Two) Ruben(s) and (The Quik-Composer) Raul
   …  and Many, Many More, I Love to Hear At Dinner-Call !

                  The PoetrySoup …

… It Has Member – Mushrooms
Chew and Chat Lunchrooms
Delectable  Hors d'oeuvre
Every Ear-Full… Heard
Every Mouthful… Taste
Spoonful of Gourmet Grace
Voila’ Words, Don’t Waste
Simmer-Slow and Baste’

In Dug-up, Sweet Potatoes
  Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
Garlic and Oregano Are Just Some Suggestions
And Here’s Some Mint… for Your Digestion
Parsley to Parley and Jive-Chives, Just Keep Stirring
But There’s No Clam Chowder, Shrimp, or Herring

A Dash of This… A Dash of That Seasoning
A Pinch of That and Sprinkle This Reasoning…
On The Side with the Mustard and Relish, so Fresh
Are the Cucumber-Contest and Radish Requests
And I Can’t Forgo the Tongue-in-Cheek Puns…
Your Laughter is Passed Around, like Hot-Buttered Buns !

…  Poets … Are Proverbial Peas In The Pod
The Harvesters of Herbs-Heard, in The Garden of God
so... Salt and Pepper to Your Superb Style
Did You Say Cheese, Please ?... ( Full Mouth Smile !)
There’s Hot Chicken Broth, When You Are Cold
Everybody Knows… Its Good For The Soul
And All That’s On The Human Menu… It’s In There !
… Even A Mother’s … Tenderized Care
Like Campbell’s Brand… Its Umm… Umm… Good !
The Aspire – Asparagus, I Took… I Understood
So, PoetrySoup’s Cupboard is Never Bare
And There Ain’t No Bones, No Medium, Just Rare
And On The Star-Burner… Is The Savory Meat
So… Grab A Heartbeat-Bowl… and Bona Petit’…

Yes, Thank You, PoetrySoup
(You’re Up There with MoonBee’s FruitLoops !)

It Has Been A Pleasure Getting To Know You All 
Thru Your Beautiful Expressions, Coming Straight
From Your Warm and Welcoming Hearts

God Bless You......

MoonBee


Details | Rhyme |

Poetry Soup

Recipe:
This is a dish not made in a pot;
It may be cooked with whatever you've got.
The tools that you need are emotion and mind,
This dish can be cooked with whatever you find.

Begin with some words that blend fairly well,
Add in the senses, like taste, sight, and smell,
And if you're concerned about your nutrition,
Add in some words that have rich definition.

Stir in some morals for a flavorful treat
(poems without them are seldom sweet)
And consider having some humor, too;
Laughter is oftentimes good for you.

Add just a pinch of rare inspiration
And you will find, to your elation
That you've made a soup of poetry;
Serving size: infinity.


Details | Epigram |

Than-Bauk-THE COFFEE LOVER IN ME

Coffee's my lot,
a big pot calms
a nut like me! 

Is it the drink
that my sink hates?
Stains stick like paint!

I write and drink,
when the ink stops...
thoughts shrink and fade!


Details | Verse |

Gone Fishing

Gon’ fish today 
Dog days drawn’ near
As Ajay -- trout’s
In open air,
Sitting on the bank without a care…

It rains at last
I see bass – must
Caste in my lines;
Hooks are fine -- bet
I‘ll, catch enough big mouthed bass for supper, yet


YA DU Form: Each stanza - there should not be more than three of them - has 5 lines, of 
which the first four have 4 syllables each, and the last can have 5, 7, 9 or 11. The last two 
lines rhyme in the conventional way. There is climbing rhyme in syllables 4, 3 and 2 of  
the first 3 lines


Details | Free verse |

After a day of shopping for (but not finding) a red dress

I wanted to offer you a drink
refreshment after a day of grinding labor
respite from the heat

so I peeled and chopped some fresh words
squeezed a cup of tangy words
an eggshell full of frothy words
a sugar cube of sweet words
a jigger (two) of tipsy words

and blended them vigorously…
then slowly…

Enchanting,
the swirling spiraling fluidity
attention and care

Inspired by tenderness, moved by passion
mesmerizing patterns of
subtly shaded sustenance
sparkles of fire ironically flashing
from crushed iciness

When I reached for my pen
to pour it all out with
that demon of bygones
who lives in the attic
decided to bark.
I was startled and jerked
Pavlovian dancesteps
toppled the poem
which spilled on my desk
and my lap
and the floor.

Damp with frustration
blotting up sorrow
nearly surrendered to stainedness
the voice of the giver
who’d set me in motion
reminded me of
ample drops that remained
full of the essence of
care.

Drink
drink deeply
drink and be well.


Details | Rhyme |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

yessir'...
hot Soup!
stirred 
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 
IT AIN'T ME!~


Details | Haiku |

A Poets Food for Thought

a madcap poet
eats nothing but cantaloupe
prose never sweeter

an everyday sane bard
stomach sets off a raucous
he is starved for words

April 21, 2012
For Tracie's "Ku Ku Crazy Contest


Details | Epic |

Chicken and Waffles

Chicken and waffles happens to be a favorite Southern dish,
even in Harlem, New York, and Atlanta, Georgia.
This delicious dish has been around since
African-American music
was born,
especially when Ike and Tina Turner had been at that diner.
Chicken and waffles consist of pieces of fried chicken
(breast leg, wing, and/or thigh) and some homemade
waffles with maple syrup.
And when a person eats chicken and waffles,
it's as if he or she's gone to the South, especially
that of North Carolina and South Carolina.
No wonder why chicken and waffles became the most
favorite southern dish.
I ought to eat some chicken and waffles one day and
I hope that the chicken and waffles dish were to stay our
favorite meal because if it does, that would be great.
I wish chicken and waffles were served and sold at
every restaurant and diner in America, especially in Florida.


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