Best Coffee Cake Poems
SILENT ROOSTERS SLEEP
Dads don’t sleep. They drive over-packed cars, and sip coffee from a thermos cup. Kids in backseat mull over grandma’s home ~ roosters never move, cuckoo clock never quits, and grandma’s always at the door, waiting. Front passenger divvies out cheerios and chips. The turnpike yawns with well-worn pitstops. All seats salivate for grandma’s homemade coffee cake. “Are we there yet?” echoes, bounces, plays with the driver’s nerves. Dads get revenge, transforming the auto into a tour bus. Pointer finger flashes toward a birthplace, a high school, and a park, and finally a hearth in the suburbs of Depew.
silent roosters sleep
moonlight auto unpacks dawn
crowing door exhales
7/14/2017
Haibun Form
Categories:
coffee cake, family, memory, travel,
Form:
Haibun
Because you were conceived in love
Because I sang to you each night in the womb
Because I was the first human being to hold you in their arms
Because everything is more joyous, shared with you
Because you're the best parts of your mother, not the bad parts of me
Because you have made my life worthwhile, and my heart, full
Because your love of me eclipses all my wrongs
Because your smile wipes clean the darkness
Because of our fav, Entenmann's Cheese Filled Crumb Coffee Cake
Because neither of us can get enough of Harry Potter
Because of our special handshake whenever we think the same
Because I finally got to sing and perform on stage with you
Because "Daddy" is the most beautiful word ever spoken
Because you're my favorite dance partner, toes notwithstanding
Because magic carpets are real after all
Because you pretended to not know about Santa's sleigh bell
Because no man will EVER be good enough
Because before you I felt love, but after you I was love
Because tea parties and Barbie shows NEVER get old
Because you know ME better than I do, and love me anyway
Because there's nothing I miss more than singing you lullabies
Because you are the most amazing young woman I've ever known
Because you are the best friend that I will never deserve
And because I'll never, ever get used ... to saying goodbye.
(For my youngest daughter, Alyssa, my best friend)
Categories:
coffee cake, analogy, child, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Chocolate snowballs, apple crisp,
fudge and brownies too.
It's that time of year again
when only homemade will do.
Apple pecan stuffing,
a treat to go with pork.
The tenderloin so perfect
you can cut it with a fork.
There's a streusel coffee cake
I've been making most of my life.
Once again it's time to sharpen
my best chopping knife..
I spend eleven months a year
trying not to cook
but come December out I drag
my favourite recipes book.
The list goes on forever;
muffins, cookies, pies.
I turn into Julia Child
right before your eyes.
Chocolate snowballs, apple crisp,
fudge and brownies too.
Enough to feed an army
or maybe even two.
Categories:
coffee cake, holiday, time,
Form:
Rhyme
After Eight Mints
Anchovies
Apple Pancakes
Applesauce
Atlantic Cod
Barbecue Sauce
Black Bean Soup
Blue Cheese
Blueberry Pancakes
Brussels Sprouts and Lamb
Buttermilk
Caribou Liver
Carrots
Cauliflower
Chicken Breast
Chicken Patty
Chicory Roots
Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate Pudding !!!
Cinnamon Raisin Bagel
Coffee Cake
Coleslaw
Donkey Balls
Dried Plums
Durian Fruit
Garlic
Garlic Roast Chicken
Green & Yellow Peppers
Green Leaf Lettuce
Grilled Cheese
Hamburger
Hashed Brown Potatoes
Honey Pops
Horseradish
Iron Steak
Jellied bouillon with frankfurters
Jelly Sandwich
Marinara Sauce
Melba Toast Crackers
Milky Way Bar
Mozzarella Cheese
Muffins
Onions
Pasta Shells
Peanut Butter
Plain Bagel
Pot Pie
Potato Medley
Potatoes
Queso Asadero
Salisbury Steak
Shredded Gruyere
Shrimp
Smoked Chicken Sandwich
Smoked Ham
South-western Sandwich
Turkey Pastrami on Rye
Waffles
Weight Watchers Chicken Enchiladas
Whole Wheat Bread
He comments Beuys’ art
they hang to his dentalia
in slimy appearance
menus on wrapping paper
then
note the mental thing
yes, yes, he said so,
and where are the nuts
the crackers, the slow food
crisscross
crosscriss
a cookie with my coffee
still harvests thoughts
wrong war thoughts
so wrong during the war
November sun
warms a sanitary finger
and goldfish in my hand
hidden under fallen leaves
in brown memories
alma
Explanation
Joseph Beuys is a controversial artist, one of his
works is called 'food for thought'. I saw this at
the museum of psychiatry when I guided some folks;
theme of the exposition was "lost in memory".
Next to the museum is the garden where 3 of my
sculptural works can be visited. We did so.
Categories:
coffee cake, life, people, places, urban
Form:
Free verse
Parents pushing perambulators
Meeting many mothers
Coffee , cake and chat
Babies bottles to boobs
Hurry home to hubby
Hubby holding hooter
Nappy, not nice.
Baby blowing bubbles
Shower sex sleep
Luxury, lazy lie-in
Hubby having hysterics.
Siana sick over Sean
Cosy cwtch cancelled
Categories:
coffee cake, baby, humorous, husband,
Form:
Alliteration
From fruit scones, to meat pie,
Apple crumble and coffee cake,
Sunday tea was amazing,
Because, my Granny sure could bake.
Secret ingredients, she wouldn't divulge,
Passed down from years gone by,
When I look back on those days,
It brings a tear to my eye.
From butterfly buns, to Victoria sponge,
A moist fruit loaf, filled with flavour,
Jam tarts and gingerbread men,
For the kids to savour.
Sausage rolls and a birthday cake,
Made for a special party tea,
Cheese and onion pie a fresh baked loaf,
All made especially for family.
Granny's recipes are the best recipes,
Made of all things nice,
A Granny's love as the main ingredient,
To add that extra bit of allspice.
Categories:
coffee cake, birthday, childhood, family, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Rickity Ragity by James Edward Lee Sr.
Rickity risked
rags while rolling rolls
role playing rogues
rose roused rubbing
rubbish right handed
ricochet retained objective
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
retaining ripen red roses
russet runts running mates
ripping rip roaring while showing
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity girlfriend is a chinchilla
who lives in the villa
her name is Regina
and she likes ruba-shakes
sipping on organic carrot laden coffee cake
recovering reaction reckoning
Rickity buys licorice
Rickity risked ricochet retained objective
Sewing and gambling is his game
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity Ragity is his name
12/06/17
Categories:
coffee cake, poetry, rap,
Form:
Free verse
Every morning when I awake
And reach for my paper and coffee cake,
I check to see if my name appears,
Trying to quell my deepest fears
That this might be the very day
When the old grim reaper has his way
It’s really a little game we play!
He’s trying to catch me unawares,
I don’t think that he really cares
When it will be, as long as he can say he’s won…
The game is over… so long… it’s done.
But I must outwit his nefarious scheme
For it has always been my dream
To live as long as my enemies do
Longer is better from my point of view!
So I eat my veggies, drink my milk,
Cream my face till it’s smooth as silk
When I drink my wine, I never drive,
Insuring I will arrive home alive.
I watch my weight, walk a mile a day
And watch out for cars along the way.
I’ve followed the plan to a tee
But there is a problem that I see
I’ve gotten too old to run and hide
As I feel my bones rub together inside
So I’ve decided to lure him to bed
But with someone else lying there instead.
And since love is blind, he will not see,
The victim he smites is not me!
The game is over…so long…it’s done
But he’ll never know…it is I who’s won!
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Categories:
coffee cake, funny, old, drink, old,
Form:
Light Verse
day snuck up
before I could shut
the big light down
and in this land
where church bells
crack cold mornings
I am caught
on a day in a place
I am not prepared to face
oh well
this place
won't miss this face
if it rolls over
until the bars open
the night can bathe me
in sweet silky dreams
tuck me in its warm soft love
and cover me with stars
when its turn comes
I'll be easy
but this day
another cafe
coffee and cake
a walk along the Rhine
church bells
morning, noon and night
why
they don't toll the hour
clock tower's easy to read
they just remind me
of what I am unconvinced
wonder what the bishop
living with them hears
you are stuck in a routine
from which you'll never be free
for which, he (not she) probably
is thankful
day will never sneak up
on him (not her)
and those bells...
you know
Categories:
coffee cake, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Don't let other people play you for a chump
Change that
If you got wolves seeing you walk around,
looking like a tasty chicken drumstick
You need to change that ... change it real quick
Chumps tend not to make it to mature adult age;
they crumble easily,
like a week old, stale coffee cake
Every time a grifter sees you, they start to salivate
You're everyone's free meal ticket,
the free ride that never comes late
Don't be a chump,
you got to change that
Let them know
you're hip to what they're trying to do
Squash any thoughts
of someone trying to play you
Don't be nobody's fool
But still be yourself:
Be as kind as you can possibly be,
just don't be a sucker getting licked constantly
So don't be a chump,
definitely change that
Blink once when you see the con coming,
and boy you just lost your shirt and your hat
Don't be a chump,
change it
Exchange the marked bill
If you don't let them chump you,
you can bet somebody else will
Categories:
coffee cake, satire, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
...MORE
“Stop! I see poppies.
Snap picture.” —reminds
me of poppy bread.
Salivating tongue.
Strong arms of Grandma.
Hungarian
angel, she’d bake
coffee cake with
sweet dough and nuts
Furthermore:
she rolls out;
cuts noodles.
Open
your door
ONCE…
5/12/2020
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
coffee cake, food, grandmother, memory,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
An old friend stopped by this misty morn,
Filled his cup with warming Joe,
It’s good to be in his company,
He is the finest of my friends I know.
He appeared out of the morning twilight,
Quiet with bright clear eyes,
My cup disappeared in his massive hand,
Over which his hair lies.
We connect without the use of words,
I want nothing of him, nor he of me,
Just an understanding between friends,
Not many he lets see.
Hot brew with a coffee cake,
One lump for me, he likes two,
He brings blueberries,
To add spice to our brew.
Not a creature or a man,
Just taking time to share,
A quiet moment between friends,
Not seeing my skin or his hair.
Gone faded back into the dark,
Was he even here?
Proof is his empty cup,
And I sense him near.
Categories:
coffee cake, animal, fantasy,
Form:
Personification
I eat sugar and salt, donuts, coffee cake and jalapeno peppers too.
Because these are things a meddling doctor told me not to do.
They are my forbidden foods, so I grab them up in droves.
If I had hot homemade bread, I would devour up those loaves.
I have gained a bunch of weight. Weight I had lost long ago.
I have a gold medallion from a diet club, which gives me now a woe.
Have gained sixty-four pounds I lost, adding to them twelve more.
Hey! Husband of mine, are you heading out to the Happy Foods Grocery Store?
I am an emotional eater.
When my feelings are hurt, I reach for the chips.
Most of the weight is in my stomach, but also my butt and my hips.
Once upon a time I stopped overeating, but I am older now and say.
I have to do something fun to get through the rest of this horrible day.
Categories:
coffee cake, food,
Form:
Rhyme
This year has seen God very near
working His providence through many a turn
giving real opportunities to newly speak
no matter how often others would spurn
Much enjoyment was given to me
spending time alone loving to walk
among God's created nature jewel
interspersed with coffee/cake in stock
Many splendid hours spent to read
history, bio, theology and poems
travel on hols to various spots
in UK as well as Italia to roam
Enjoy all my favourite classic music
gaining inspiration to move my pen
God is really so very very good
He's my light so high Hallelujah! Amen!
Categories:
coffee cake, life, memory, thanks,
Form:
Rhyme
The only reason for time
is so that everything
doesn’t happen at once
Albert Einstein
TIME IS ELEMENTARY
swatches of bands, smart
time is elementary;
strapped snug, cosseted
on a small-pale wrist.
coffee fumes and coal
chugging on life’s track.
cuckoo bird on half
and every hour —
oh, why’d it have to stop?!
(salvation in Grandma’s coffee cake)
polaroid portions collecting dust;
ink-streaked down
memory’s bust.
ironic how i can’t remember
the ding-dong digital or sundial
in our own home —
clocks have a mind of their own
busy with keeping its children,
well swept, wound
and educated.
6/29/2019
Categories:
coffee cake, memory, time,
Form:
Free verse