Long Donuts Poems
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Café Musings
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
Lost in a time warp of whimsy, voices, half thoughts,
overheard chatter. She is tall, stately, impatient.
He is rumpled, unshaven, fumbling for his change.
He is invisible to most, she is obvious to all.
What funnel of diversity directs them through
the door and why? Loud voices wishing not to be heard
bathe in smart phone glow, smiles, scowls, tears, latte.
Shifting their weight they pour the coffee,
attempt to smile, know there is no clock
but look for the time, wipe the counters,
restock the donuts, muffins, and thank yous.
The funnel never seems to empty, the door never
to close, the nameless, shapeless, shadows pass
through the humming drone of discordant sounds.
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
John G. Lawless
Cafe Musings
1/27/2014
Apples, apricot, blackberries, biscuits
Children ! Cheese cake, donuts, dozen drumsticks
Enjoy eating : Food for friends - fellow , fun !
Got guava- grapes ? Have hotdog honey- bun.
Irish Ice-cream ! Jam - jelly , juice in jar.
Jack, Jill, Junior John , jubilant joker !
knife in kitchen : Kids in knickerbocker.
Lying lazy lovely little lizard :
Laughing loud lion -lioness - leopard.
Micro- macro- minimal-maximal
New- naval-nascent ! Oblate or oval ?
Ostrich offered old owl, olive - orange !
Proud peacock playing prompt pretty plumage.
Quiet queen : Rabbit runs, restless rapid.
Swift squirrel ! Soft snail showing so slow speed.
Top topples ! Uncle under umbrella !
Vintage vehicle visits village - villa.
Wow ! Wonderful ! World wide website was won.
Yellow yak yawned in zing at zig- zag zone .
Camping is always an adventure you don’t know what will happen day to day
but as a microcosm of life we wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yesterday followed that pattern…as once again we felt blessed
To have a day filled with adventures that were different from the rest.
Days gives us a chance to learn if we’re willing to listen to what they teach
We learned the Atlantic ocean’s roar is loud on a morning walk along the beach.
We learned despite the roar there is a beautiful silence far from the usual crowds
We learned a sunrise can be beautiful even when she hides behind the clouds.
We learned pelicans flying overhead put on their own unique air show
We learned walking on a shell filled beach sounds like walking in the snow…
We learned walking up 219 steps to the top of a lighthouse
makes you winded…and takes some time
But once you make it to the top…it’s worth every stair you climb.
We learned that time when on vacation happily seems to move slow
We learned eating seafood at a local restaurant is the only way to go.
We learned eating donuts for breakfast is a diet every now and then we’d like to try
And any day that starts with donuts…is great to end with a slice of pie.
We learned how, as we talk to people…once we stop and learn their name
to our astonishment and surprise…most of us are the same.
For after we meet new people and exchange the everyday niceties
The conversation quickly turns to our adventures, our friends and families
And when we bed down for night…we’re blessed with a feeling we can’t ignore
That today was the best day we’ve ever had…
Even a little better than the day before.
Yes, life is an ever-changing adventure…
Is something we always think about when it comes to the end of the day
And as we close our eyes and fall asleep
we wouldn’t want it any other way.
I can smell a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen; the fresh ripe smell of cocoa beans stirring in the pot and Italian caffe latte with, vanilla cream running on the top, the flavors of the earth all combined together, with spices romance and heavenly flavor.
The ladies dressed in fine kitchen robes, whipped up butter, shortening and oil to make the crispy croissant, I can see them smiling and shaking their shoulders while they gather ingredients to make bagel, donuts and muffing. The smell breaks through the ceiling and pervades the atmosphere and the kitchen lands in the middle of the street.
They brought out a tray of hot croissant and place it on the counter; French bread rolls, spring rolls and authentic Italian sfogliatelle lined out on the table, I did not know which one to choose from, the presentation was appealing and the smell stirred my appetite and cause the buzzing bees to take its flight.
I went outdoor and walked towards sea and saw the Japan's ladies dancing on the shore, they had their cook book in their hands, dressed in fine caps and white aprons. The chef stood bravely on the other side with their butcher knife set, looking at chunks of beef and big fish lined out on the table; they are getting ready to start the operation.
The scent of salt air tickles my nose and I watched the waves beating on the shore and the motorboats speeding from the depth of the sea carrying an important message for you and me.
The earth is small when you look from above and the plates that hold it together are shifting but gravity is keeping me firm. I am running a marathon around the sky to absorb the entire flavor before I bid you goodbye.
The flavors are resting on my shoulders and earth is becoming stronger, this aroma won’t let me go and it will be with me where ever I go. I will hoist it on a pole when I complete the show and it will show you which way to go. Come and embrace my flavor.
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Women can't put on mascara with mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for the colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
There a myriad of seats
that welcome you to sit.
There tables shining clean
meant to serve you for a bit.
There are monitors showing pictures
with their drinks hot and cold
There is food like their sandwiches
Some in zesty and in bold.
There are dozens of their donuts.
Many muffins and breads.
There are soups and their chili
served with butter and spreads.
There is coffee of all kinds.
Flavored hot, flavored cold.
There are some come with ice.
Some are mixed; so I'm told.
There are things of importants
in the Tim Horton's claim.
There servers work with them
in bringing them fame.
There a sign says Tim Horton's
all bright with it's pride.
There workers even brighter
at the counter inside.
There a team of Tim Horton's
that's thoughtful and wise.
There me as their customer
with praise and apprise.
The best dog we ever had arrived at our house when he was only two…we named him Whitman (after a bakery)…turns out…he liked donuts too.
Whitman died a long time ago…from a cancer he couldn’t survive…but an old movie I saw yesterday brought his memory alive.
Reminding me of all he taught us…all the blessings he endowed…I’m not sure I ever thanked him when he was alive…so Whitman I‘d like to thank you now.
Thank you for teaching me how to be gentle…you certainly had the knack…all those time you stretched out on the floor and let the grandkids climb upon your back.
Thank you for teaching me about patience and loyalty…like I’d never been taught before…for all those times I’d return home and you’d be waiting by the door.
Thank you for teaching me about friendship…how friends don’t always need to talk…thanks for showing me how to listen on our early morning walks.
Thanks for teaching me about giving…for all those times you found your way to me…when you sensed I was sad or upset and you put your head upon my knee.
As we both grew a little older…thanks for teaching me it’s okay…
to find a warm spot in the sun…and take a nap in the middle of the day
And as the cancer overtook you…and your body couldn’t keep pace…you taught me how to deal with pain…with dignity and grace.
The final thing you taught me…as it came your time to die
was that the deeper you love someone in life…the harder it is to say goodbye.
An even when your journey together is short…once you form that partnership
no matter how hard it is to say goodbye…it is totally worth the trip
So let me take a moment Whitman…as I feel your spirit hovering above…
To thank you for helping educate me about life…
and teaching me about love…
One donut, to sit upon,
surround the abdomen,
to sweeten the A1c; see
you later in antipathy
but the entire moment
was delicious, short-lived,
with finger and lips, licked,
and a krispy kreme coffee
at just the late hour, a peak
like pike’s to keep the heart
jumping jacks; eyes wide
open underneath shut lids
donuts and caffeine spinning,
lids open and closing - the learned
steer far from this good ship lollipop.
temple is throbbing under its spell.
there’s a donut to pay, a pain
in the knowing - soon it’ll be showing
its plan: the hasty krispy kreme or
the dunkin-kind - a sweet lambaste
don’t wear its ring
or fall for its filling
you’ll have to divorce
this goody…you can have half
11/12/2022
Sunday was patent leather shoes, white anklets with lace
Starchy petticoats, flouncy lavender dresses with huge bows in the back.
Sunday was Sunday School, where everyone in the church knew us.
Singing so loudly in the pew during church our mother was shushing us.
Sunday was roast beef and potatoes with chocolate or lemon meringue pie.
Sunday was a day for Daddy to stay home all day, show us his sense of humor.
We looked forward to this day all week long; it was almost our favorite day.
It would have been our very favorite if Saturday had not been cartoon day.
Sunday was singing along with The Lennon Sisters,
Sunday was singing along with Mitch Miller
Sunday was eating homemade donuts and popcorn for supper.
Childhood Sunday memories make me smile to this day,
Fifty years since I had one of those childhood Sundays.
I will have a lizard lollipop please.
Brown lizard or polka dot? Eyes or no eyes?
Long tail with a hook or short tail with a V?
The line waiting to order shuffles her feet.
White or red? Pink or blue? Hot pink or soft pink?
Sprinkles? Sugar donuts inside or outside?
The line waiting yawns loudly.
Claws or no claws? Fire breathing sticker?
Sure. Why not? How much is it?
Only a dollar more.
Okay.
The line starts rolling their eyes.
Frosting or now frosting? Vanilla or Caramel?
On second thought, give me a pink cupcake too.
The line gets angry now. Rude grumbling begins.
Cherry or strawberry? Pink frosting or chocolate frosting?
Raspberry sprinkles or banana sprinkles?
I don’t know.
Loud groans are coming from the rude line now.
“Hey, is there another person who works here somewhere?” Line yells.
“Yes, but they are on break,” the super slow counter person replies.
“How much extra are the sprinkles?”
“An extra 50 cents.”
The line starts booing.
Growling. Stomping. Swearing. People begin to leave.
“Want that on a plate with pennies or a plate with cows?”
“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!” a voice yells unsweetly from the rude line.
Two more people leave.
“Penny plate please,” the girl says.
“Copper pennies or…..”