Short Creamer Poems
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they walk around up and down
head hanging down
some look like a clown
by there look
you get hook
as eyes look creamer
WALKER DREAMER
its always in my mind
about our last time
we did it alnight
holding each other tight
can't forget am so wet
my soul like a sex creamer
am
DAY SEX DREAMER
A Dreamer Out of Coffee Creamer
God our redeemer
of coffee are big dreamer
ran out of creamer.
Jim Horn
Wonder if God is
and Christ are
constant coffee
drinkers?
With A Controversy
People can come up with a controversy;
How horrible it is to have some heresy;
Read poem that appears;
Will overcome all fears;
Coffee we drank was full of chicanery.
Jim Horn
PS. As well as caffeine and creamer.
What’s the shtick with coffee?
Why can my love, grow so cold, so fast?
Before microwaves, we’d keep to a tiny cup at a time
with no creamer. A little bit of the grind to warm us up-
a love so strong, kept on the fire. Cool beans*
2/14/203
*Sounds good
I drink it daily,
the usual dark roast
with creamer
and sweet and low
savor every sip
its bittersweet taste
linger on my tongue
till the last drop
Empty cup in hand,
I reminisce the candy
of your breath
the poetry of your words
preserved in my diaries
my vocabulary
along with my youth
during your absence
Double Cup my Tripple Tripple
And don't stir in a milk
Sugars 3 and creamer 4
I'd like to make a stilk
Horny steamered fattened slupe
Hands a clamoured cloupe
Barion blatter to uncouth
Bairked of plaiten mineral sluth
Made for ware on tathiered tooth
Closht decay on perished truth
Smiling draught to terrify
What all left gawking stare at WHY?
As sweet as the coffee with sugar, creamer and milk
Words from the mouth are said
As the well-sweetened coffee is soothing to the taste buds
Words are nice to the ears
And heartwarming to the heart
But too much sweetener will cause toothache
And too much praises may block the melodies of life from the nature
Too much complement may make one proud and lazy
I awoke in a fright
From my sleep last night
It must have been a bad dream
Could we possibly be out of coffee cream
Oh no, say it ain't so
But it appears as though
My wife went to Walmart
and had a big brain fart
Please rectify this my dear
I want coffee creamer, not beer
My coffee is bad
without adding a tad
Please bring creamer for the refrigerator
and I will see you a bit later
Drive safely my dear
and don't hit a deer in the rear.
30 below
Thinking about that homeless man
as I caress a cup of
designer coffee.
In a snowflake I see his frozen face
as vanilla creamer slides down my throat.
Saw that homeless snowman
three days in a row
nesting on the same corner
begging for a bowl.
but I never invited him home
for a bit of warmth
a crumb
to hear his yellowing stories.
Karma is barking at the foothills of my soul.
"You may be homeless someday
homeless
cold
forgotten."
"Give me coffee and no one gets hurt" Jim Davis's Garfield, the cat
I just woke up; it’s coffee time.
I’ve craved strong brew for fifty years.
With flavored creamer—Umm, sublime!
I just woke; it’s coffee time.
I’d lose my rhythm and my rhyme
without this serum that endears.
I just woke up; it’s coffee time.
I’ve craved strong brew for fifty years.
November 1, 2022
for the Writing Challenge--Unburden a "U" Word--Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Love Is Another Thing
Sitting at the table
spinning the creamer
running her fingers through sugar
the kids spilled at supper, Sue
suddenly says, “Don,
love is another thing.”
Since love is another thing
I have to go rent a room,
leave behind eight years,
five kids, the echoes of me
raging at noon on the phone,
raging at night, the mist
of whose fallout ate her skin,
ate her bones, left her a kitten
crying high in an oak
let me free, let me free
Donal Mahoney