Long Beverage Poems
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Their gorgeous living room does not camouflage the smell
The rest of the house is a hoarder’s house, and it smells like…..
We cannot stay long, we lie, the second we arrive.
The kitchen door opens, and we see filth stacked high inside.
This hoarder couple is always dressed to the nines.
They have fancy accessories of all colors and kinds.
Their perfume is wafting out of each hem and sleeve.
They are covering the fact they don’t bathe I believe.
They offer us a beverage, and I watch my husband gag.
He is not persnickety, but he can see past the old hag.
In the kitchen there is all kinds of grease and grime on the floor.
Within a few seconds, we both make an excuse and run out the door.
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Enjoyed childhood in carefree attitude.
Drove car of life out of parent’s garage
as youth sang on high pitch in interlude.
Started to pick either pebbles or gems.
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Sometimes achieved fame, sometimes put in blame.
All are collected, protected in package.
Tasted bitterness, relished beverage
Accessed success, experienced defeat.
Born in Earth now without any baggage
Love stored in my trove, also took deceit.
In last phase duties are completed too.
Then to release emotional bondage.
After crossing death point, me ready to
born in Earth again without any baggage.
Come sit upon my deck, it is covered
with birdsong; bedecked in peace.
Come tarry; let me pour a warm beverage
of chocolate, tea or coffee. Listen
to the tweets, twitters, bird-sweets.
Come sit close, listen to nothing at all,
but the peace between two friends.
We will wait, we will watch for a.m. deer.
Quietly, we sit, side by side, as the sun
gives rise, reveling in God’s mercy -
day by day, with Summer bare feet,
sound mind, promise of newness.
Come sit, as friends do, then eventually,
their lips part with a passing remark.
Nothing cool or wise, just a soothing tone,
that lets the silent world know there’s life.
Quietude trains, it is painted with rain
and wildlife. Come, as the cool of morning,
touches a heart of flesh and pink pyjamas.
Come, as I sip my two-serving cup of peace
and quiet, whistles, hooting, no hollering.
There’s an occasional chirp, rarely a deer.
Here’s hoping. Yesterday, I spied one alone,
who hid behind a tree, momentarily, though
it did not see me. Come, I say, come. I watch.
We’d watch, or talk, or both. Perhaps, I’ve said
too much. Let’s listen, as my skin steams,
from my guzzled caffeine. Birds dance before me.
A Short Indian Tale
I look out of my window
As my leaves blow across the lawn
Some go into my neighbors yard
I laugh, lean back and yawn.
We seem to be now having
An extended Indian summer
Dec 4 with local temps
Mid 60’s now they hover
But that brought to mind
Our recent Thanksgivings day
And the sturdy Indians bucks
Some say came that day
They couldn’t have been all grown
Nor wearing a big head-dress
There would have been some ladies
Dressed proudly in a doeskin dress
Strapped upon their sturdy backs
A youngster safe and sound
His tan cheeks and tiny eyes
Just looking all around.
This lead me to a tale
Of a young papoose buck
Who lived a privileged life
With almost daily luck
But yet at times
Things may not work
Sometimes there’s just
Some silly quirk.
A warm, herbal beverage
As he went to sleep
Settled him down
Without a peep.
He went to bed
In his mom’s wig-wam
But woke some mornings
In his own “tea-pee”. :o(
Written by oldbuck Dec. 4, 2017
as a change of pace from all the Holiday themes
At first cry, we didn’t know we’d called him C.S.R.,
an acronym for crank shaft rate, then onto R&R.
He called at a late hour the president of P.S.I.
Was worried about mom. If only we’d had WiFi.
In our absence seems the boy required friends to B.Y.O.B.
Thinking beverage? It was beer and a funnel at the E.O.D.
Misplaced his social security card. He might end up at the Y.M.C.A.
Uncle Sam brought him downtown in the whose your daddy now U.S.A.
3/24/2021
Acronyms in Couplets
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Acronyms:
R&R - Rest and relaxation
P.S.I - Post Software International
E.O.D. - End of day
Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
ICECREAM
Recollecting childhood memories
of scarlet red strawberries
still I rejoice to voice my story,
I will narrate slowly not in hurry,
while I could relish a dish of icecream
daily at afternoon not in dream
but a story of real theme.
Those enjoyable holidays spent with Grandma
where Greenery was the panorama,
At her place my snack at afternoon was fixed
as a dish full icecream mixed
with pieces of strawberries
in series
fresh from her garden.
not from Sweden.
Sweet taste buds of my tongue too eager to lick,
also to pick
pieces of strawberries one by one.
while watching sinking Sun.
Juicy delicious
most precious
beverage for a girl of nine:
Icecream and strawberries combined.
07/02/22
Icecream
Contest by Julia Ward
You had all the leverage
When you spiked my beverage
With a pill-- I am really sick
That was such a dirty trick
To pull on me, its not fair
Now I'm pulling out my hair
Seeing the worn off effects
I am trying to detect
What was really done to me
BY such a sneaky dirty creep
My shirt is ripped and torn apart
Like the pieces of my heart
Noticing I am now pantless
I don't know if I can take this
Seeing bruises on my body
I received at a house party
That was supposed to be fun
Now my world has come undone
Attacked and then left alone
By myself, what has he done
Something priceless he has stolen
I just lay here cold and frozen
Thinking this nightmare can't be
He took my virginity
I saved for somebody true
Not an animal like you
After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I could add, but for now this is who I am:
First of all I am of the female persuasion.
I am AMERICAN by birth,
I am a BAKER of cookies and cakes (nothing fancy),
I am a CHRISTIAN by faith,
CARING and COMPASSIONATE by nature,
CREATIVE and CURIOUS,
DEARLY loved DAUGHTER (though my parents have passed),
DAYDREAMER extraordinaire,
EMOTIVE EMPATH,
FAITHFUL FRIEND (I'm a good listener),
FIRST-BORN child,
I am completely FALLIBLE,
GRATEFUL for all my blessings (God is good),
A GRANDMA to six greatly loved grandchildren (my biggest blessings)
I am a HOMEBODY with questionable housekeeping skills,
IMPULSIVE at times, but mostly cautious,
INQUISITIVE, always ready to learn something new,
KINDHEARTED,
LOVER of God, cats, chihuahuas (and other small dogs), music and chocolate,
I am MARRIED and the MOTHER of two sons.
NORMALLY NON-VIOLENT and NURTURING,
I have OLD-FASHIONED values (never going to change),
ORGANIZATION eludes me, (You should see my desk!)
OVERWEIGHT (pleasantly plump, maybe?)
I am a PEACEMAKER, a POETESS,
A QUIET introvert (is there any other kind?),
An avid READER (my Kindle is maxed out),
I am RIGHT-HANDED,
I am a SISTER, aunt, niece and cousin,
SAVED by the grace of God through Jesus,
I tend to be SELFISH (but I'm working on that),
I am SHORT in stature (I've actually shrunk an inch!)
TEA is my beverage of choice in the mornings,
The THESAURUS and dictionary are my friends,
I am UNDERSTANDING (but not always understood),
I am VALUABLE to my family and friends (or so they say),
WIFE to a loving, faithful husband,
I WORRY too much, (should pray more)
I love WORDS and WRITING makes me happy.
List Poem
Revised 7/11/24
Coffee Addiction
Calibrating coffee homeostasis flows easily back and forth
On the ‘high’-way of instant craze and crave of gratification
'Feodor' true to his name slurps the divine gift all day to rise
From moody withdrawal of night slumber slumping aground
Energetic vigour and buoyant exuberance alights from
Exhaustion brought on by life and pulsating caffeine’s fix
Abortive attempts to reduce hooked intake accrued no success
Doomed at one time and in lack of hot water 'Feodor' even
Dissolved coffee in Cola to feed effervescent dependence
Imbalanced the mixture blew up but nourished his need
Caressed by foam on his face he confronted his addiction
To vow not to drink less tropical grind but have water
In sufficient vital supplies at all times to keep well afloat
On balance his highs derived from his beverage of choice
Navigate his depression much better than Cocaine or booze
30th November