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I come from a long line of tea drinkers
just plain orange pekoe tea
we went through many tea pots
have you ever seen tea cozies
they were meant to keep the pot warm
my mom was very particular about the spout
she said it had to be exactly the right shape
to avoid dripping when pouring
we had tea, morning, midmorning, lunch,
afternoon, supper, after supper, at bedtime
we had tea anytime ...
I love my tea very hot
making sure I have to very first cup
we put milk in ours
never honey or plain
there is something so homey about tea time
oh, I recall those days past
of storytelling while drinking tea
grandma would say when things went wrong
come, I'll make you a nice cup of tea
she seemed to think tea would cure all our woes
and I think they did
or was it the conversation
yes, I have my favorite cup
not dainty but not too big and not quite mug
my cat likes tea also
she kept drinking mine
so I make her one (I think its the milk)
she has her very own cup now
I love sitting by the fireplace with my tea
just relaxing on a cold winter night
what could be more delightful
Eighteen yellow roses arrived today
The forth of September, with walnut tree
leaves Falling like snow, twirling to the ground
Nineteen years ago Rose arrived that may
The eighth of may, with black pekoe tea
Leaves twirling in my cup, spun my world around
Each year another yellow rose joined the spray
In our marriage we just grew more free
Under Each stone turned, more love we found
Each year another since our wedding day
entwined together, she taught me how to be
Over my stone heart she always astound
Seventeen times that annual bouquet
September fourth, under the walnut tree
Under love lightened hearts we danced around
Twice she got stents and god, did I pray
For life without her I just could not see
Third time, no charm, left me gagged and bound
Sixteen weeks since she left this world, that day
The fourth September dying walnut tree
Dried yellow petals, weep dull lifeless sound
yet
Eighteen yellow roses arrived today
madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey
all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea
monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee
chickadee and donkey would not agree
said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree
this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee
that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee
what about my japanese sushi asked Uncle Wee Bee.
His lunch had been dug from the China Sea
I was consternated but only me.
lee lee was showing off her pie of chick-a-pea.
let’s let this argument die, said Aunt Bea.
being friends with each other is the ultimate key
are those arguers the only sweet potato pies you see?
what if they flee? Asked lee, dee, and grand prix.
that would be no big deal, said auntie spree.
an argument that would die as soon as we decided to agree.
i was consternated, but only me.
*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups.
Drinking a Cup of Tea
An outing drizzling visits two,
walking past a depot.
Dashing through the rain they withdrew,
in a dressed gazebo.
Fine Albert's Country Rose teacups,
set on top matching plates.
Buttered toast and biscuit warmups,
a quaint morning translates.
Orange pekoe redolent blends,
blissful sip indulges,
chews, nibbles, and napkin wipe trends,
engaging divulges.
Taste spirits chatter that transcends,
ere squall is forgotten,
decency trades a storm extends,
a spot of tea brought in.
2023 February 04
One More Cuppa Tea
to the unknowing
the cup is empty,
slightly stained,
laced with miniscule
cracks. It has a glossy
sheen., polished
by life’s luster,
buffed and buffeted
by its burdens,
distilling Orange Pekoe
fortunes, reflecting
the passage of time
in the eyes of
the tea leaf readers.
she sits, this cup,
this reservoir
of moments,
symbol of
a simpler time,
the balm of a warm cup
in loving hands
shared across a table,
across a generation,
across the great divide
of age.
Oh, to see it full again,
feel its amber warmth,
inhale its steaming secrets,
nuzzle each endless moment.
Share
one more
“cuppa tea”.
©12/20/2017
submitted to – Best free verse poem October-December 2017 – Poetry Contest
*"A tribute to "Pops" (Joe), (04/23/31-01/20/24) though what pans below mirrored life in the States for me, not Pops, but for two years at The Home before he passed, I'd drank tea cause he's unable to have strong or spicy etc. Once a month, though the last few months I drank alone. It was something that he shared, for you Pops." ... by Poet
'Twas a relatively crispiness in the clambering yawn,
a consortium of sorts setting up right across the lawn,
as duskiness drew up her covers relinquishing the day,
embossed intricately recently polished grace silver tray,
atop bears a quaint setting of Old Country Royal Alberts,
ah, yes, tea cups, dually statured and ushering desserts,
if you would please pour just a cup for me, for as you can see,
my 'friend's asleep at the wheel, engine's off, eve doesn't agree,
a host to vividness terms of circumstance circulated,
guesswork nature that entertains the uncoordinated,
the fumbling hands placed to the left or right be it a catchphrase,
a righteous smile of approval amicably gifts it weighs,
astir Pekoe, instants an intrusive bay fronts pleasantries,
prompts us of our intimacy adds value to home's sea breeze,
a nose full of redolent tea defines memories of us,
of times he drove us to school, then to doctors, still drives the bus,
a nodding gesture non flirtatious enthusiasm rises,
occasions an exceeding specialized intrigue comprises,
be a tea for two, Broadway Avenue, a smothered venue,
food cart with mixed tarts, lined signs of sweet kinds, beseeches of you,
I and my friend, who sleeps now and then, had two cups of Pekoe,
tea for my friend, it's not Pekoe, health-bot boy, it's Almond Joy,
'tis a pleasure, airs like a loon, trends sans measure, depth crescent moon,
he won't mind, he's sleeping--are you sure, yes, we're having friends soon,
they're here, ambulance? send them here--no rush, their skills aren't needed.
He felt his life poor--driving, "Pops, we made it--you succeeded."
'Here-comes-The-She--riff'/'And-his-second-trusted-Deputy'
'They-chea-ted-and-were-shot-de--ead'/'By-the-new-Ma-yo--or'/ 'Bob-Mar-ley'
'If-their-left-foot-takes-an-in--nch'/'And-their-right-foot-takes-a-lengthier-mile'
'Hand-law-a-forty-fi--ive'/'And-make-that-bestnerd-hop-with-a-smile'
'Your-dancing-half-you-spun-le--eft'/'You-alone-with-Suave-south-for-a-drive'
'Not-as-Missing-Per--sons'/'Posters-as-being-Wan-ted-Dead-or-Alive'
'Your-thrones-King's-and-Que--een's'/'The-Court-Jester-made-his-sweet-sixteen'
'Queen-is-expec-ti--ing'/'King's-glad-Jester-fa-ces-le-Guil-lo-tine'
'Judges-and-Ju--dy's'/'This-here-courtroom-is-in-repossession'
'Gavels-get-rea--dy'/'And-assault-with-deadly-precision'
'Guilty-as-cha--arged'/'Throw-the-book-at-um-as-they-cry-out-ouch!'
'Innocent-is-set-fre--ee'/'After-those-they-accused-gouged-their-eyes-out!'
'Kamala-is-the-fel--la'/'Lady-Justice-like-the-blindfolders-spawn'
'The-Justices-all-wa--atched'/'As-U.-S.-Constitution-burned-on-the-lawn'
'Pu-tin's-confus--sion'/'Non-goes-front-or-back-of-fic--ti--on'
'Tales-from-Tsar's-wo--ods'/'Rasputin-Myname-front- or-back-a-muse'
'Biden-casta--Net's'/'And-Yahoo's-all-over-Is-ra-el'
'Joe-cuts-China-tea--time'/'Pekoe-dives-inside-Starbuck's-swimming-pool'
A Simple Pleasure
A simple pleasure in simple lines
Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English muffins
Spread with marmalade.
On a rain soaked early afternoon
When raindrops tumble down rain chains,
As puddles drip from bare branches,
To settle in a comfy chair
With a warming bergamot scented
Cup of tea and little chocolate something.
And when the wind howls in icicles
And evening snow falls in frigid fingers,
Wrapping roads and rooftops in white blankets,
To view the snow blind fury from the fireside
With a spicy pekoe brew in a china cup
From garden parties long ago and faraway.
A simple pleasure in simple lines.
2-9-23
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Theme Chosen: Drinking a Cup of Tea
Sponsor: Julia Ward