What did it say?
Is it coffee speaking,
Or is it the mug?
I don’t understand.
I’m still sleeping.
Wait until the last sip is gone.
I’ll get it by then.
Let me drink you up.
Don’t burn my tongue.
I’m in no rush.
You smell good, my friend.
Your aroma wakes me up.
Your warm, liquid body
will put me on my feet.
What were you saying?
I think I’m ready now.
Now you’re quiet.
I know, I know
You’re empty now.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I had to drink you,
Otherwise,
I wouldn’t understand your message.
Now I’m standing,
I’m ready to go.
The day is waiting
So is the hustle.
The feeling of a ceramic mug being formed.
Mental blocks, not normal.
Just the clattering of pencils as if they are a cure.
Taking time out of nothing.
Taking tempered emotions.
Stemming and steaming.
I have enough opportunities.
They said that.
I have enough capacity.
Struggles, and other swirling winds.
When the thoughts escape.
The doorway gets caved in.
The ceramic mug is formed.
Waits for the way cameras speak.
Not a soft sound.
Just the sun and back.
They say I should consider not making connections.
They say I make them confused.
My mental block is endless.
I wish people would stop trying.
If the cure was found…
Then the moon landing is endless as me.
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
this mugs jiggy i wont lie
see it caught your peepn eye
unhitch a lip
caffeine a sip
load up man and liquefy.
this mugs home is its castle
and hot cocoa a vassal
some marshmallows float
its chocolate moat
with seldom fuss or hassle.
this mugs cheap but full of cheer
guaranteed from year to year
unworn or tired
strangely admired
budget mojo always near.
this mugs a foam treasure trove
see it caffineates my stove
adding sweet and moo
now a sticky goo
sorry didnt add more clove.
coffee is a football mug
join us as we chug a lug
no matter the team
bring on the steam
next time serve it in a jug.
mugs for shaving cant you see
tea and coffee not for me
each morning light
whiskers take flight
fine use of time you agree.
Autumn fell away suddenly
snow came
to kiss the ground gently
then it laid down to sleep.
The mornings are wet now,
trees shiver naked
in a junkyard wind, running
unchained.
Hot black coffee means much more
now that daylight lingers late,
the dark brew in the mug
takes longer to awaken,
it has to dream on a little.
I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...
Not that jug's content you had spilled
But you have his trust in you killed
In his heart carved a wound not healed
Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield!
The chap who could seize someone's mug
And let it a great deal him bug
That one couldn't off the idea shrug...
What a Persian Rug protector,
Self helping with Lie Detector.
On thy ears iron irony words may fall
No control upon the tongue is so cruel
At the tip or still on mind in production
Keep the thoughts till weight its function
Listen to the heart and imagine yourself
Such words or statements to you to be said
To break is not a big deal but to be aware of
Yesterday's lightless night got Man to see nothing
Lots of jars may have been broken while moving
But their place, empty not to leave
To fix or to discuss what was uttered is in vain
A broken glass needs to melt and reform again
A new start like yesterday gets the affairs to shrink
Believe, relations can grow much bigger with care
Thus the new mug looked gorgeous more than ever
As the sun rises in the sky
Causing my heart to take wings and fly
I pour myself a cup of inspiration
Stabbing the walls of my imagination
Tasty brew to regard night’s retreat
Giving sustenance that will complete
BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
October 22, 2021
If I can’t me hug,
Nor can on my shoulder cry,
Fine, I’m such a mug,
But did I gripe why?
So what if I’m such a smug.
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Senryu |17.06.2021|
Poet’s Note: We often read a Haiku or a Senryu and go deep in self-reflexion. But some small ditties can also be a lot of fun.
I love my coffee mug
The color background white
On the front of the mug
It has an etching image
The handle is red
Same inside the
There is an etching
Of a Tabby cat
He has an expression
Of a pout on his face
In a grumpy mood
He wears a red
Then quotes " I love Christmas
Meow!"
He is Grumpy the Cat
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