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I perk my Joe old-fashioned style
In a pot atop the stove,
My percolator ancient,
Like a pirate’s treasure trove.
I measure out the coffee
And a timer lets me know
When 8 minutes have elapsed and then
My brew’s all set to go.
It’s French roast, strong and most important,
It is really hot,
The only way that it should be
So it will hit the spot.
I toyed with going modern –
The Nespresso had appeal,
But to change what’s tried and true seemed
Like too much of a big deal.
So I’ll stick with perking coffee
Like the dinosaur I am
For each morning sip allows me
To be happy as a clam.
First heard the call when three.
Pet store said come and see
and mommy did agree,
every child should have a puppy.
Wanted to get you all the toys,
while blue still ok for boys,
even got us perking and tilting to that noise.
Just before the pounce — the poise.
Made a promise to care for you,
to teach tricks and every clue
in our own nickelodeon blue.
No tics or fleas thanks shampoo
and from under the couch — your favorite chew.
Your doctor is called a vet
for the shots you have to get.
They know the best for a pet
and in time after you have met,
you’ll be all set.
Got to train you to potty,
all dogs start out with just squatty,
but boy dogs learn to pee like they’re doing karate.
Check the floors and don’t step the parts spotty.
Can’t hold it for the first six months — so you’re not naughty.
But soon, after the years go by,
chasing the winter hare and summer fly,
they say like by sevens my
years will have you why
slower but still to try.
You’ll never grow up — just old,
stuck on two for fifteen behold
one hundred and five candles blown cold.
Wag your tail all the way to Heaven and told
don’t need a soul — just a part of God’s mercy to hold.
04.11.21
The leaves crunch under my feet as I walk.
Admiring my forest for the hundredth time.
Loving it that deer bound away flashing me with their tails.
Sometimes white, sometimes black.
The red berries are coming out full force.
Sun trying to reach them in slivers through oaks.
My dog bounds away, chasing squirrel probably.
Autumn is a gorgeous time in my magical woods.
Faeries and brownies hide fast under mushrooms
As they sense my arrival.
I sense them too, but I do not call them out.
Realizing their wish to be anonymous and subtle.
Dog is back, with happy dog grin, teeth showing.
Jumps into brisk lake. I walk faster, trying to get away.
She shakes herself off with a madness that could reach me.
I am cozy, dry. Wet, not so much.
Wrens, robins, and cardinals flit around, to stay out of my way.
I am a human, possibly an enemy. They disappear.
The shadows of the forest reach in a variety of directions.
It is dark, but will lighten up in an hour or so.
Daily walk with my dog, nothing like it.
Feeling comfortable, safe, and well-loved.
In God’s country. I bend to look at violet.
She is perking up in the dewy grass.
In the Early Morning Hours
By Franklin Price
5/16/2015
In the early morning hours
No one else awake but me
The birds are not yet singing
From their perches in the trees
The glow of coming sunrise
Has not lit the eastern skies
As I sit to write some poetry
Clearing sleep from both my eyes
As I write a bird starts singing
Really is an early one
The breakfast worm is calling
Is not waiting for the sun
Nature is preparing
For another busy day
As the Earth keeps on rotating
No doubt the sun is on its way
The glow is just beginning
Showing subtle shades of pink
My head is getting brighter
It's getting easier to think
The light in the neighbor's kitchen
Just lit up the window pane
Soon the coffee will be perking
The day is starting up again
Hope your day is good for you
Hope you faced it with a smile
Think I'll end this ditty
And go enjoy it for awhile
Every evening I cuddle up
on the sofa and watch the News:
different stories, same crimes,
I'm better off catching flies,
while coffee is perking up,
I definitely need a cup
for a healthy heart
and think straight;
will all promises
turn to dust?
Happiness is gone from this city,
moods are soberer than misery;
get me a beer, it's comedy
on stage: drunk is Vinney!
Hey, the deficit is sky high,
wages aren't enough to buy
an Armani suit to look sharp
and avoid these horrible blues:
I hate the ticking of the clock!
If I think that everything is fine,
I'm being taken for a ride,
who can afford a ticket
to a musical show?
The only choice is a cigar
and I'll still miss the game at the bar,
wandering streets that are dark,
until I hit the empty park
and start sobering up;
watch out for that cop,
he'll tell you, " It's past midnight,
go home, sleep tight! "
I am a paranoid
with feet so cold;
at this hour, nothing is loud!
I saw a little birdy - listening
The wind it stops - dawn it breaks
Silence is golden - I do not say a word
The limbs - the clatter against life
The trees stand tall - roots it takes
I heard the raindrops falling to the ground
The river is an overflow that runneth over
Wash up a shore - the fossils I found
She wakes - the rain lets up, the skies clear
Wow - to her spouse she says I love you dear
Perking up - they walk the paths of their garden today
Hand in hand - sway by sway - often dancing
The steps into each others heart- I see
Sitting by the sun coming up while it glows
Hues on their face - rain not a trace
They communicate with loving thoughts per se
I am loving you always and indeed today
Look listening - what are you looking for
I see this beautiful romance taunting me
Each morn we are awoken , today it is silent
Yes mums the word , listening clear
To the beauty of love - loving him dear
Singing in my heart , truly this bird
Waking up at the break of dawn , now silence is heard
Each day it started my beauteous morning off
Missing you ! The life in the soul it died
Now a little angel ! Listening with pried
And now I wake each morn with it in the heavenly sky
Blessed as a couple , wondering yet why
The love for one another shows up on your face
And still singing in your little hearts desire
No longer am I a bird sitting on a wire
Light* that lights all lights continues to glow
triumphant midst woe toward jubilant today 'til tomorrow.
Blest light wakes soul up
perking with God's prop.
Divine light wafts hope
propels faith midst cope.
Sun light for work height
prods glad labour might.
Light to brighten time
sounds achievement chime.
Gentle light ends grief
ushers joy's relief.
Smiling light from face
defies angst; shows grace.
Pardon light we see
makes our spirits free.
Light against stress-hush
quiets heart's strong rush.
Light amidst love bliss
never should we miss.
Lord of light brings joys
cheers restive night’s poise.
Light that lights all lights smites evil darkness' blights
illumining humankind toward goodness' delights.
*John 8:12 - Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
December 8, 2024
Lost by the Lake
It is early and the dawn has not yet come.
The water is very still, and reflects the trees on the far side.
Every now and again, a fish kisses the surface,
and rings of forever spread out in all directions,
not random at all.
The reality of the pattern,
revealing secrets beyond mere imaginings.
The coffee has been made. I can hear it perking now.
Softly, far away. The old pot makes too much noise.
I smile. It is a pleasant sound really.
The smell is slowly filling the cabin with its wonderful aroma.
The only thing sweeter; the pines outside, and inside and all around.
Thank you God for this day.
I linger a few more breaths, taking in all that I can,
Time is ever short. We leave today. We just got here.
Time flew by like the eagle that now sits in the big tree.
“I will be back for you. I will bring by best camera.”
Whispering softly my greeting and promise to the site before me,
I long to remember every detail,
until I can truly return and achieve the goal.
We caught fish, and let them go.
Rainbows that swim, sunfish that lazzz around all day…
A walk in the woods, full of autumn’s flames,
golden fire oaks, and swift thistle bursts of blaze.
Next we will see the snow. I long to see the white blanket…
What a surprise and an adventure that will yet be.
I am glad you will be there…
with me.
Sleep now mountain man.
Let’s stay another day.
OUR LIBRARIAN
I once remember the
Librarian in my college
Meticulous ,and savvy
His love for knowledge
Knows no bound.
I once remember the
Librarian in my University
A man with a large heart for others
His glasses perking on his nose
His Professorial “penkelemesi” like
Grey hair connotes love for research.
But
I cannot but ask which librarian is this?
I cannot but query the insidious sudden
Love of this Huckster for knowledge
I cannot but be surprised at his hubbub
Declaration for his Library launch.
Oh ye people of our land!
Lets all give ovation du applaud to
Our land’s new Librarian.
The very one who rakes in seven
Of a billion cowries in a hurry
In the all looters Library launch.
The very one whose hatred for education
Towers so high and hit all towers of ivory.
The very atrocious leader of the ruling bandit
Whose avidity for money stares us in the face.
The very leading African Chimera whose
Chicanery we cannot measure
Has now suddenly fall in love with knowledge.
The very blood brother of “Haruna”on our campus
Who votes irritating meager resources for education
He is now our own celebrated Librarian.
The very illiterate Mechanic whose
Baleful gaze alone destroys our land’s Library
He is now our dreadful Librarian.
Sorry ,we know our Librarians
Our Libraries , we are acquainted with
Our Libraries are of obsolete materials
Ours is of more archaic facilities
With books and non books available
Two moons ago still branded new editions
This is our own Libraries.
Let the new Librarian disburse the seven
Of a billion cowries to our Libraries
Let him pump cowries into our education
Let their be more modern Libraries in our land
For is it of a nation that values knowledge
That gets the best of knowledge today and morrow .
Alayande Stephen .T
16th April, 2006
05.25pm
For Mr President 's special Library launch.
The one that perches on prey
Her target remains afraid
As her prey donate money into her trey
She sucks with all power and fray
Ostrich the undying lover of Osprey
Walking . . Flaunting her curvature spree
Hitting her victim with her eyes gray
As they became feeble and frail.
“Ogongo” the carnivorous African bird
Ever perking . . . jerking with long neck
Her long legs . . .fingers is a booby trap
The gigantic bird that can fly not, but run fast.
Her victims barely lives to tell the tales
For they devour in all rear with all gear
Ostrich the lanky carrier of all that kills
Donate willingly to all that cares.
Alayande Stephen. T
7.30pm
23rd of July, 2006
The nickname given to Skenke by Shaina
As the leader of all Ogongo ladies in the world.