That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right, it's a sadness defeater
We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways, to a table we cling
Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease
While cooking up bacon and eggs and some taters
I'm wondering the cost of a live-in cook and baker
Okay back to the brew that revives us once more
Without it we're zombies with bumps galore
If the girls at the office could see us like this
There'd be no more begging for a passionate kiss
Pretend not to see me, avoid me like the plague
They'd make up excuses no matter how vague
So you see the importance of our morning brew
It starts the day off with a bright howdy do
That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's yummy in the tummy the sadness defeater
Are wars as natural as forest fires?
The world is a restless war between India
and Pakistan's armies are ready and eager to fight
as usual, the people are ill-informed
Israel has a problem; people are in an uproar
the way the sitting regime mishandle
the constant warfare, there might be a civil war
the USA, that believes in an uni-polar world but
see they are no longer the world's ruler
Europe wants more war in Ukraine
Alexandre Dugan believes in a multi-polar world
he is correct; the age for supremacism is over
Or is it as many people think that war is like the plague
a natural phenomena buried in our mind
from time to time, to destroy and mass murder
will occur, will not stop until the old order is destroyed
then peace can come, and the world is set free
PLAGUED BY MEMORIES
Some memories shimmer but don’t last
Yet others put down roots so very deep
Creating versions as dreams when sleep
And earn their place that they can keep
In the mind’s timeless universe, so vast
They cause an outbreak, like the plague
Hidden for years, then total devastation
Much more than any mere perturbation
One can wonder about their motivation
Always sharp focussed, and never vague
It’s torture, just explain it to me, please
The stuff of nightmare, but whilst awake
Tell me, just to stop, what would it take
Some blessed relief, for Goodness’ sake
Or am I still to be plagued by memories
She was such a lovely person.
She never judged, and was always helpful.
She kept her composure when I couldn’t.
She never snapped, never got angry.
But now I know.
I know what was said behind my back.
I always thought she was so kind.
She trusted me with her secrets so I trusted her with mine.
With my secrets she fled.
She spread them like the plague.
I wished for them back,
I sat there and I begged.
I always thought she was my best friend,
Now I’m not surprised it came to an end.
But thank you anyway,
You kept me busy and kept me feeling alive.
Just know, nobody laughs at my jokes like you did.
That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right, it's a sadness defeater
We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways, to a table we cling
Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease
While cooking up bacon and eggs and some taters
I'm wondering the cost of a live-in cook and baker
Okay back to the brew that revives us once more
Without it we're zombies with bumps galore
If the girls at the office could see us like this
There'd be no more begging for a passionate kiss
Pretend not to see me, avoid me like the plague
They'd make up excuses no matter how vague
So you see the importance of our morning brew
It starts the day off with a bright howdy do
That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's yummy in the tummy and a sadness defeater
Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
That first cup of coffee what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right it's a sadness defeater
We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways to a table we cling
Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease
While cooking up bacon and eggs and some taters
I'm wondering the cost of a live-in cook and baker
Okay back to the brew that revives us once more
Without it we're zombies with bumps galore
If the girls at the office could see us like this
There'd be no more begging for a passionate kiss
Pretend not to see me, avoid me like the plague
They'd make up excuses no matter how vague
So you see the importance of our morning brew
It starts the day off with a bright howdy do
That first cup of coffee what could be sweeter
It's yummy in the tummy and a sadness defeater
Your love scorches everything that it sees
My heart's cookin' at one thousand degrees
We lie in bed all night and smoke with desire
Your kisses hotter than a four alarm fire
Chorus:
I'm burning in the inferno of love
Your hugs and kisses fit me like a glove
I'm burning in the inferno of love
My ashes soaring up to Heaven above
Before the sun's up I wake with a spark
I feel your fingers touch me in the dark
Your hot ruby lips are burning my skin
I count the seconds till they do it again
Chorus:
I fear your passion is taking its toll
A wildfire's raging out of control
Spreading like the plague crippling me
Taking hold until too blind to see
Chorus:
Now I'm a prisoner in your cage
My heart just melts while your fires rage
No doctor could ever find a cure
I'll die in Hell this I know for sure
Chorus:
I would give an arm and a leg to see him, she said.
She was going to meet a new guy by name of Ted.
Only time will tell if things will turn out okay.
I am weak as a kitten, I heard my friend say.
At the end of the date she had the time of her life.
She expected this guy Ted to make her his wife.
I said, I hope you did not speak of your crazy short leg.
No, she nodded. I avoided that like the plague.
I took the tiger by the tail, she told me smugly.
Thought outside the box, called myself May Puggly.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, I reminded her.
Just in case the expected outcome did not occur.
It is as plain as the nose on my face she said later.
He was not much of a man, a notorious dater.
He is now as dead as a doornail me, that hack!
Was she actually the pot calling the kettle black?
Time sure did fly when I was having fun.
But now that he has stood me up, this creep had better run!
Evadin' and duckin' like the plague
Spinnin' and shootin' like an Olajuwon fade
My shot! I am shootin'
Ha, ha! Dream takers, I see you out lootin'
Suckas out too, a hatin'
Sucka free is me; no time a-wastin'
Blessin' up and centering
Dreamtakers are out fearmongering
Shinin' like a diamond, I am
Blockers and haters, I no longer tram
On a particular subject let's cut the pallava.
When volcanos erupt you must expect lava.
Don't stand in its way Nature's laws to defy
unless, of course, it's your intention to die.
Let me add without seeming too cynical
Avoid taking a leap from a mighty high pinnacle
in the vain hope of nature's protection
by making of you a total exception.
I avoid like the plague all striving in politics;
Republicans, Democrats and similar fiddlesticks.
No orders I will take from Senate or President.
By now this fact to all should be evident.
If you yourselves courted the horrors that came,
I regret to inform that 'm not to blame.
We like to point fingers at the things we perceive
To bring us down
And cause harm to our well-being
In order to avoid these enemies like the plague
But the scariest truth is that these things
Our enemies
Are not always objective and obvious
They aren't always things we can easily remove from our lives
They are tangled deep within our veins
Like a cancerous tumor on an important organ
Intertwined with benevolent and neutral traits we have
We can not cut out all of our bad parts
Without losing or damaging the good parts that make us
Who we are
Can this be the end of man
As coronavirus spreads though out the land
Authorities please, do not hesitate
Some claim it may be to late
China is were it originates
Now it effects every race
Possibly it is to late
Like the plague or aids it can be seen
The loss of so many human beings
Effecting country by country
It could be said the coming of the modern day plague
Cancelling event that congregate man
Effectively thought to elevate the spread, if it can
Counselling mans travels throughout the world
Thought to permit the spread abroad
Far and wide causing this epidemic to subside
Some matters are subject to laws;
some others happen at random.
'De gustibus' a Latin tag goes,
non est disputandum.'
(Good time there's never to waste
on arguing long about taste).
So I relish radishes merrily;
I savour long sticks of celery.
The fruits of the earth are all wonders
except for slimy cucumbers
which I avoid like the plague in daylight,
which invade my dreams every night.
I fell in love with a Swede
whom I sincerely intended to wed,
When she told me she loved cucumbers,
I shuddered all over and fled.
Be A Plucky Poet
Just go through life being your complete,
entire self.
You may get more than a few
head bonks and conformists who run
like the plague from you.
Would you prefer to be plastic
or rather stand out sparkling?
Like beautiful Waterford crystal
unique and shining on a shelf?
A true individualist who speaks
their truth openly.
I call that, quite close to holy!
Be that plucky poet with a
disdain to be like other poets in
the sea..
November 8, 2019
~ Panagiota ~
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