Short Columbian Poems
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After a cup of Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
Star lit skies down seventh ave.
you and I on the Centro cobblestones
dancing for the trolly strolling about
Ybor city cigars stained the air while
Columbian porcelan floors calls me
to perform merlot sends signals
down my spine this night is alive
simply waiting for daylight to arrive
I didn’t wake up dead this morning,
my back is no worse than yesterday.
A few customary moans and groans
as I reach the breakfast table.
My spouse is as cheerful as ever,
she hops around like a song sparrow
while I glower.
A cup of dark Columbian
I have to admit that those ordinary miracles
Ordinary miracles are on their job
and I am thusly blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
I didn’t wake up dead this morning,
my backs no worse than yesterday.
A few customary moans and groans
as I reach the breakfast table.
My spouse is as cheerful as ever,
she hops around like a song sparrow
while I glower silently.
After a cup of dark Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am thusly blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
A model-actress from Columbia
Whose nice name is Vergara, Sofia
Always asks for coffee
On talk shows or any
I doubt if she has no insomnia.
April 24, 2022 9.22pm
PS Syllable counter: 10/10/6/6/10
TV Show: Modern Family with her role, Gloria, Ellen Talk-shows etc Also at. AGT
I cannot stop laughing while watching this woman on the shows.
On A Lim
Contest Judged: 4/30/2022 6:11:00 AM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place: 3
Check my nose
for overnight eruptions,
feels like moon rock, could be worse.
I avoid the mirror,
wild men live in my face,
their campfires still smolder
in my eyes.
Columbian angels
pour coffee into my veins.
I should trim my fingernails.
I leisurely dig a worm out of my brain -
with a prayer.
If you live in my world
you will pick up your digital spade,
commence to shovel with me.
Side by side we will tunnel our way
into some kind of
perfection.
It's worth the trip-you know that's true.
So have yourself a piping brew.
A rich and pleasing Columbian treasure.
No other coffee can quite measure.
Sure, I'll have a donut or two.
Glazed or cream filled-either will do.
Yet it's the coffee I come here for.
One cup leaves me wanting more.
Trickles down my thirsty throat.
Hugs me like a comfy coat.
There's no other java quite as good.
Just my opinion-that's understood!
written by Deb Wilson
May 28th, 2015