Open Poetry #21 |
Coffee : Meeting a Challenge |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The counter didn’t gleam, it wasn’t clean, But the coffee was strong in the greasy spoon, The eggs and bacon smell, transformed it well, To refuge from reality with a tin box tune, The dregs to hasty sips preparing for bosses whips Of words of abuse and degradation of spirit, The caffeine will end soon sustain them barely till noon As hope of sleepy dreams unravel them Gloom. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
dark one...i see you are stirring it up...helen |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
me thinks you take your coffee black, black as ebony, perhaps it sounds like a café to stay away from Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
great!!!!! i love it!! thank you!! could we publish this in a little book of poetry about coffee? |
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