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Coffee
Can one survive on coffee and coffee alone?
Secrets are shared, coffee; the keystone.
Coffee is a beverage that opens your soul.
You can drink it sitting or while on a stroll.
Coffee brings people together.
Drinking this glorious elixir, helps us to remember.
As we remeniss, as we share.
Coffee again, in the mug is there.
It warms you on a cold winters day.
Coffee, it always finds a way.
Is there ever to much?
Has coffee become my own crutch?
My vice, it's deliciousness, coffee!
While I drink it I write, it's for me!!
Coffee is a main staple.
Coffee, without it I'm unable-
to focus, to communicate.
Coffee helps me to disseminate.
My words flow, my mind clear.
When my cup of coffee always near.
I know that when I feel low,
I can pour coffee into my cup,
my thoughts flow.
It helps me remember my mom,
she loved coffee too.
An addiction, an affliction.
It brings me closer to you.
They say that coffee is bad.
With this in mind, it makes me mad.
"Limit the intake", my husband always enunciates.
But I feel he doesn't understand,
I rely on coffee, it substantiates-
every word, every image,
my soul begs for it.
Everything I envisage.
I just LOVE COFFEE!
Much to my chagrin
barely discerned, noticed above
the celebratory Republican din
the commander in chief
all smiles with engined
haired cohorts evincing
ear to ear tousled grin,
feather in cap for apprenticed
president and kin,
which exemption, sans suspected
collusion deflated balloon,
asper impeachment with figurative pin,
hoof foresees unbridled spin
and reluctantly I admit a win
for oval office occupants,
now crowing with dens zen
of Democrats nemesis,
sought after cat in bag
to snag the 20/20 election - dag
nabbit, now suddenly hands off
to hot synonymous to a burning flag
infuriating an angry red bull,
whereby kicked up dust dost gag,
no doubt Donkey Kong doth lag
behind Elephant given boost
regarding race to occupy Oval Office,
(bout 18 months hence) with swag,
yet partisan bickering
promises divisiveness about
conclusion Robert Mueller,
political party in power will flout,
and hammer home (sic) cull
doughboy Putin on Ritz with nary a pout,
and suddenly a shoe win victory...
finds this average Joe
Biden envisioning a rout
as campaign soon begins in earnest
unwise to toss in hat, and tout
positive opinion billionaire tycoon barren
glistening pearly whites, and smug Darren
any naysayer to cross
twittering account Heron,
now that his ego the size of Taj Mahal,
where head honcho rear in
to pull out all stops with
unsheathed claws tear wren
into every mass media
to disseminate latest twist,
deflecting opprobrium
with many voters pissed
and disillusioned at unsubstantiated list
of purported high
crimes and misdemeanors,
perhaps taking cheeky liberty,
viz various sundry gals tubby kissed
rapidly punctuating exhortations grist
for milling potential resurgence
with pumping fist
feeling on top of the world,
no doubt glad to exist.
did you ever wonder
about the journeys of Paul?
the thousands of miles he travelled,
It was a major haul
at a time when there were
no jets, helicopters or airplanes
no means to travel
by cars, motorcycles or even on trains
but Paul was a true servant ,
so on and on he did go
doing the Lord's work
which upon him were bestowed
he was trying to disseminate
hoping to eliminate
the opposition and dissent ion
on his Gospel mission
he confronted many dangers
encountered new towns and strangers
sleeping in mangers and stable
no luxury to even eat at a table
walking for miles on end
never knowing when
how long his trek would continue
as he traversed from venue to venue
do you think that you could survive
what Paul had endured?
carrying out the works that
the Lord God had foresaw
to do what Paul had did
and live to tell the tale
not many of us today
could have accomplished it as well
With a fragrance resembling honey and milk,
delicate buds appear as if they’re made of silk.
They emerge from sturdy framework of green,
ascending the walls in this springtime scene.
Long vines with ivory, gold, and rubies
rise like skyscrapers of many stories.
Their delicate children are beautiful.
Cherish them, for they are ephemeral.
How wonderfully the flowers scent the spring air;
proliferating and growing without care.
Like young maidens bending to brush their hair,
these children yield to the wind dainty and fair.
Re-emerging from a winter’s slumber,
the blooms disseminate in a large number.
INFRA DIG
The effect of time on sculpture is to patinate
Albeit that such artistic skill may be innate
The age of such treasures whether early or late
May for most, be quite difficult to calculate
Yet still makes focused minds concentrate
Despite empty criticisms that can aggravate
And so much academic fury will accumulate
But still identify a new theory to formulate
Perhaps items from an old German palatinate
Or commissioned by a Far Eastern potentate
When commonly using leeches to exsanguinate
And sheriffs given his orders to disseminate
All this as research findings to communicate
Even with some dispute about the actual date
Most would have their reputations to elevate
Yet shared archaeology claims they can’t separate
Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws" By Rumi
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Night's silky scarf adorns a lunar necklace sign,
Wanting her a ruby silk veil in a tuxedo design?
Translucent limbs disseminate flowers sublime.
I fondle her soft skin at the golden hour's time.
Swept by every idle breeze, as if there to soar,
Borrowing an unending sigh of time, dark core.
A revered but wild kiss, a glazed ember sways,
We will unite and break, dulcet love, swift ways.
Slightly higher down the breathless, winding path
Continue to inhale despite the windy day's wrath.
An aromatic ambrosia moistens deep, secret caves,
As I unzip my soul and bones below dark waves.
To quietly remember her fading, love-struck gaze,
Pouring dew on a beguiling night's enchanted maze.
Loving mothers are caring angels,
who direct us into the narrow paths of life:
to spare us much sorrow and grief,
to motivate the growth of positive feelings;
and anytime we'll fall from grace,
they'll bring us back to God with praise!
Let those caring angels
adorn your golden dreams
with the glories you'll achieve:
like their affectionate words
that will give you worth and confidence...
when obstacles seem a hindrance!
Never resent their austerity
through reprimanding words
or deserved punishment,
be grateful for their cleverness,
because it will keep your weakness out
and teach you those lessons of audicity!
Oh,listen and take heed;
be joyful and never regret your obedience
to those caring angels
who live their lives giving of themselves:
to leave their mark on all of us,
who should disseminate their seed!
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games:
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard
with our bike races, tag, and hide-n-seek.
And I tired too of the pastimes of my season preferred:
chasing siblings with a hose, giggling and gleeful,
swimming at Weed Park,
and my perpetual swinging through those long, sweet sunshiny days
longed for during classes in my school.
Old friends grew up.
Boredom anon crept upon the remnant of my childhood.
At times - through infancy and beyond -
I'd been beset by a feeling of loss
over something not yet sought.
It was something kin to loneliness, but no. . .not that.
More a sense of gloom - a sorrowing for what?
I still don't really know.
Despite the days of inexplicable forlornness,
I grew more and more cavalier
throughout the days that came
between those odd forlorn days
because my old timidity, in fact, had waned. . .
Another face, fairer, appeared.
It waxed and glowed - assured -
until those “days - in- between”
had finally surpassed the melancholy ones.
I learned to stifle monotony and squelch the blues.
I became a "doer" of too many things to name
as I went gliding through with the Gibbous moon.
Soon enough, a fullness had arrived.
And now it must disseminate.
In the years to come, I'll be wondering this. . .
Will the shining face I show the world wane too,
and will my youth's strange darkness re-emerge,
eclipsing what light remains as I drift,
having come full-cycle,
into my final
crescent phase?
5/21/14
Submitted 3/30/16 to PD's Any Poem # 38 Poetry Contest
JOCELYN
( Acrostic )
Jocelyn,tthe most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard
Sound of music that tickles a man’s heart and soul
Like a star that twinkles in the sky at night
A sweet name that makes one to smile.
Oh! how amiable and adorable you are
a fragrant red rose in the garden of one's heart
Your eyes are so bright that tantalizes one's mind
Your smile makes the world go-round.
Charming replica of Venus, the goddess of beauty
In the heart of the man who loves you truly
Poet's inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to tweet and fly away.
Erudite, lovely and honest woman
An ideal and sublime lady of wisdom
Making plans and blue prints for a dwelling place
Where her kids will someday run and play.
Loyalty and sincerity are good virtues to possess
These, let it reign in your heart
Disseminate to the younger ones
Embed in their mind the Solomonic wisdom.
Yes, love is a many splendored thing
But your heart to only one man
The sanctity of love never to blaspheme
Respect, cherish and never disdain.
Natty, and humility, are your qualities to treasure
A glory and crown to be kept forevermore
You’re a woman of dignity, integrity and decency
A woman of rectitude and probity.