Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
Honesty always wins the Victory Cup
So, lift your hands...higher and higher...up and up
Drink it down...or sulk it up....
Let's toast & cheer while HOLDING-UP
our small and little sippy-cups
In everything you say and do,
Make "Honesty First" your Priority Rule
So all "litter-lies" and every "waste-for-excuse"
stand appalled and OVER-RULED…•
Yesterday, today, tomorrow.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock,
24 hours,
365 days,
cocoon to butterfly,
7 days.
Over and over and over.
Again.
When you turn 5, you become a kid.
No more sippy cups or nap time.
When you turn 13, you become a teen.
No more cartoons and dolls.
Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it".
When you turn 18, you become an adult.
Suddenly, nap times become apartment hunting and sippy cups become shots that you're still not allowed to drink.
But just yesterday, you were walking to the bus stop in a backpack full of new supplies, and now you're having ramen on the floor, barely getting by.
No one is asking what you want to be anymore, instead they are asking when you're getting married and having kids, but you're still a kid yourself.
You're cosplayng someone all grown up, but you cry yourself to sleep because you just want to go home.
20 years later,
you have kids of your own.
they are turning 5, then 13, then 18,
and you're wondering where the time has gone.
That was then,
When,
I played with a doll,
And used a pretend phone to make a call.
I had a favorite stuffed dog,
And had fun chasing a slimy, green frog.
I played dress up,
And drank from a sippy cup.
I learned how to walk,
And figured out how to talk.
I rode in a toy car,
But I couldn't go very far.
This is now,
How,
I go to work,
And cook my own pork.
I drive a car,
And drink at the bar.
I take care of my pets,
And have lots of debts.
I get dressed myself,
And reach the top shelf.
I Baby-sit my nephew and niece,
And travel to Greece.
Back then, I was a little girl,
Who loved to twirl.
Now, I am all grown,
And living on my own.
Drink in life from a sippy cup,
take it all in but stop at enough.
Quench the mind's thirst but
don't over stuff.
Distinguish from what's needed
from what's just fluff.
We’ve tied a corset ‘round Earth’s stomach
& like an overbearing mother,
pulled the strings taut as
occupied swing sets
Plastic clogs the salt-water
arteries & there isn’t a baby
aspirin strong enough to fight
off the inevitable stroke
The atrophy is ubiquitous
catching glimpses of it everywhere,
like unrequited love on busy
downtown sidewalks
visions in the park:
abandoned sippy cups & single use wet naps
visions at the beach:
kids dig up buried beer cans like a dystopian Jim Hawkins
visions of my body:
lungs once pink as vernal blossoms, soot-stained and straining
The wheel of Time turns;
There’s toxic sand in the sieve
& the hourglass flips for the last time
I
I must have TEA
Must have been in a state
Mississippi
Must have sipped stale TEA
WENT TO HorsePetal
Flowery Hospital
Recovered Nicely
Re-covered
Doctored prescribed wisely
II
Missus Have TEA
Tennis T anyone
Yes Tennessee -
If Miss Sippy
Wore her New Jersey
What did Dellswear?
Go to ALASKA
Morning mist over Molly`s,
a late August gold haze.
Crossing hay fields of Danville,
Cabot`s meadows and maze.
A spoon dips the honey,
apple cinnamon rolls,
sippy straws in a back pack,
empty cereal bowls.
Red leaf in the maple,
a yellowing white birch,
chicken pies in the oven,
Thursday night at the church.
A blue ribbon Bessie,
the taste of fried dough,
bloomin` onions in Tunbridge,
4 H best of show.
The holly hocks have risen,
soon the purple mums bloom,
and there`ll be frost on the butternut,
under full harvest moon.
I live in a dark stretch of land part ocean, part lava
sheer as light but opaque where the eyes meet
I am a pool of hard matter, still I appear translucent,
when you look at me with those big brown eyes.
Do you fancy me? Color me beautiful and find out;
I am full of helium, neon, ad hydrogen, perfumed
by methane, ammonia and carbon dioxide, ...
Do you like my silicon round, my phosphorus shine ?
I wore a sodium spritz for you, feel my magnesium
am I female/ male ? Color me beautiful and find out;
I boast about my crust and my mantle is hard core
stepping up to the plate I enhance the telescopes,
with my sippy blue and splash of silver, I am me.
Take your time before you X me in the box,
I am moon cisgender to my nature, do you like ?
I am moon, all moon, equivocally endangered
when you select a sex for me, so won't you please,
color me beautiful, no matter what hues you see.
August 3, 2021
Sippy September"
Good things happen in Spring!
Life blooms in the presence of beautiful sunny mornings.
Sunglasses on the hymn lam repeating reminds me of how beautiful the moon in September looks.
The day awaits ,
The birds are tweeting for us to kiss , let me shade you from the heat that engulfs bacteria on tender leather.
Sipping on Alaska's life support.
Hat on , tunes in my ear.
Flip flops so l won't tippy toe and flop...l can breath.....Winter is no more lam Jon Snow.
Not in December ! Not in November! This is September! I pray we will remember that things will only get better.....
Had a restless night which for me is unusual
Usually, sleep like a baby quite immoveable
Something must be up
No warm milk in my sippy cup
Dreamt of a stunning filly, the attraction was mutual
Babies Had to Learn to Be Selfish
Self preservation
Toddlers feeding themselves
Hoarding food
For parents are glued to I-pads and TV sets
Computer screens are taking their attention
They do not eat themselves,
Do not realize toddlers need food
Let alone attention which they resent giving to them
Babies were supposed to be babies always
Not growing up and learning to walk
Not developing appetites
Not taking all of this time
So babies had to learn to be selfish
Selfishly hiding the crackers, before they were all eaten
Selfishly putting their juice sippy cups into low places
So they could get them out when they got thirsty
Because parents are busy with their flat screens
On their laps and in their walls
Babies had to learn to be selfish for self-preservation
And to survive
Life can lift you up
At the same time drag you down
Have you drink from its sippy cup
Then pour you all out on the ground
Life can be real rough
While smooth along the edge
Cook you up way past well done
Then deep fry what is left
Life can spin you left
Till you're not sure what is right
Like a genie in a bottle
Rub you wrong then screw the lid on tight
Life can be a Sunday walk
All the way up to the end
Or a fairy tale where the frog
Never gets kissed into a prince
Life can be a breeze
That blows with ease or a hurricane
Choose any one of these
Life has your number and knows your name
Politics are run by children who've never growed up
Cry for their Mommies if they don't get their sippy cup
Us common folk could do better
Than these bunch of bed-wetters
Time to start over with a brand new bunch of coconuts
You would’ve been four, going on five….
You would’ve been my little angel,
My reason to stay alive.
Your smile would’ve been my joy,
Your giggle would’ve melted my heart.
The thought that I will never see you,
Well, it truly tears me apart.
Hearing you whine and throw fits,
Yelling at the top of my lungs “Be quiet!”
I get choked up thinking about it…
I would take you by your hand,
Teach you things you don’t understand.
The thought of it sounds so grand….
*sigh*
Tucking you in at night,
Would be such a delight,
I’d hold you tight,
And wish with all my might,
That our Lord in Heaven protects you….
As you sleep…
Waking me up the next morning,
Jumping up and down on my bed,
With your sippy cup in hand,
Pouring fruit juice on my head….
I’d love every moment of it….
Every moment of being your dad.
It’s too bad, and really sad….
You’re the daughter I’ve never had.
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