Ambient Poetry Café

Take a side of poetry with your brew, it’s on the house.

[[UNDER CONSTRUCTION – poetry café rooms]]

A Taxing Life

Come this cold winter’s bend
Uncle gets the first laugh
at year’s end
Enjoying the view
As the ten-ton steam train
Named Reality
Hurdles straight into
January resolutions
Sending financial plans spiraling
down to the penny-scrambled ground

Waiting for pittance paid Piper
Cradled in April
Commoditizing the human soul
To itemize each aching woe
on the tear-measured days
of the taxation craze

The Point

Look for why
and it’s only more elusive
Puffs of smoke caught
in shimmering reflection


Venom through my veins
Like the defenses of a snake
taking a bite in the face of adversity

Bile rising up
The emotions rot when
they are forced back under
with weighted chain, no key

A bottled ship too big for the glass
yet unable to escape

Nutcracker Quirk

The original Elf-ed Shelves
Protecting lil’ dancing ballerinas
circa 1892

Splendor – #WDYS

Shimmering splendor
Folded against a secret box
Nestled under
Blanketed pine

Planning smiles
Surprise lit faces
Beaming bright as summer


(Turn on music at the bottom for the full experience) Harpoon me through the heart In this river of sadness Pull me a million directions And I’ll know it as if it were my own Oh, tragic beauty of feeling for another This torture of empathy, a burden I won’t put down For I knowContinue reading “Empath”

When Anxiety Calls

Sensible, Nonsensical
Logic Unreliable

Will not compute
Harder to refute

The many little things
A thousand cuts, compounded
The oh so big things
Deeper wounds, but slowly so

Of Serenity #WDYS

On those icy morns
When the sun barely crests the ridgetop
The birds play their morning melody
Sweet siren song
Of the mountains

Those tealy hues are calling
While my toe ripples the water
Glancing off the top
Skirting by the polar depths
Of still lake waters

Unpacked Memories

Carefully placed thoughts
Bubble wrapped in the bittersweet
Forgotten for another day
Dust lightly blanketing its resting place…

The Sun

When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…


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