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
Thoughtless
Coursing
Curdling
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
Empath
(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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From farm to cup, there is beauty in as many flavors as people, adapting to the drinker no matter the culinary weapon of choice. If not coffee, then tea. If not now, then later. On the go or resting in place.
It can be magical if you let it. Turn down the dial, slow the pace, and just breathe in the moment. Look around and just be. A cup is your chance for a dose of mindfulness and opportunity to absorb the world around you.
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