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…?•
I’m trying to train my mind, in ways to grow,
the things it thinks about, to my heart doth show.
Those things that are presented to the heart,
emotions come to be, to take their part.
What I think about, feeds my heart you see,
so I must train my brain, the way I want to be.
To be able to control, mind over matter,
no more actions, that go splatter.
Train the brain, with the things you desire,
under yourself, you’ve just started a fire.
What a way to burn, on your own fuel, you see,
train the brain, in the way, you want to be.
I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go
I am a fire starter
She is teeny one minute
A fierce orange enraged tornado a second later
She leans to the east, a reminder it might be too windy to burn today
Her black ashes rise from the pyre
My husband asks, “Is my witch burning?”
I sure am.
Twenty-two Amazon boxes gone in a flash.
The beauty of country living
I watch the ashes rise to the tree tops and dissipate
golden dancing flame
apple cinnamon scented
kid creates red blaze
Finally, my blood began to coagulate
After a very long time of wait
Wounded and lost too much blood
I was drowned too long in a flood
Now my vein learned to halt my bleeding
And my heart and mind are pleading
That though, I was injured in this fight
Soon, may I see the shine of light
My blood now becomes sticky to drop
And my profuse bleeding begins to stop
And courage slowly replaces my fear
For, I must fight for someone so dear
Now, my blood is harder to stir
But dares to face the blades of spear
For, flee or fight, soon, I'll die anyway
Better for me to fight my way
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
And my heart slowed down a beat.
I looked back to re-evaluate,
And how I ended up on the street.
It was a beautiful, sunny day outside.
So what could I do?
The perfect day for a bike ride!
First, I fixed my tire with Gorilla Glue.
My bike was really fast,
And soon, the wind was blowing in my face.
How long would my bike ride last?
I was going at a steady pace.
And then, the unthinkable occurred.
My tire went flat!
Agghh was my last word,
A loud bang, and I was down like that.
My knee started to bleed,
And a kind couple came to my aid.
They gave me a towel, which I did need,
And poured me a glass of lemonade.
Valuable lesson learned...
Don't fix your tire with Gorilla Glue!
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Serenity blew in with an autumn wind.
A fire starter who knew not that she sinned.
Her inferno took out the forest all night.
Fire that destroyed every tree limb in sight.
Serenity left without knowing it was her.
Her conscious clean and her naivety pure.
COUPLET MATCHSTICKS - A CONVERSATION STARTER
The lyrics crescent of bravado
Toes of the ballerina apropos
The gymnast - a sculpture in motion
A wrestlers seamless grip
The poet’s morse code
Tears dripping from clothesline
Simmering heat from pavement
Snow white encampment
Cheap underwear
Kilmer’s trees
Serpentine legs, sharp Argentine tango
Carmen’s March of the Toreadors
Golden streets, pearls, living water
Plath’s Tulips
10/23/2017
I admired him from afar,
watching
through a window
of time
our first contact
bled with the intenseness
of a crash,
admiration
was thrown and seeds
of contempt grew
Days went by
side looks stared
into the target,
but disdain and ire
waned to nothing
but sparks of ego
the second introduction,
it bound by the rules
of Utopian society,
a new conversation
of light and song
of love gone wrong
Started.
But
communication
ceased, memory faded
touch was lost,
but again, today
he said "Hello"
and my heart
now thumps.
Fire
Fire
Cried the boy wolf
And as the fool, looked back around
His house had burned down
That's what you get
When playing with fire
** For Poet Destroyers Playing with Fire contest **
A
full
English
breakfast dish-
kedgeree platter.
Please know this:
First kiss,
Someday being a wife,
Realistic life,
Growing to mature,
A good future,
Willing to admit
You're used to it,
Odds and ends,
Smiling friends,
Wanting to live,
Love, and give,
Questions and mystery,
These are things that interest me.
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