Another Cup Please

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My morning coffee may appear mundane

My tastes never vary and remain the same

 

Black with a bit of Stevia fills my cup, absolutely fine

Others whisper, “He drinks boring black every time”

A dozen years ago, coffee seldom came my way

But, my better half changed my tastes one day

 

Now, one cup will never satisfy this urge

My caffeine addiction, never to be purged

Even though humdrum, black coffee tastes great

I can appreciate preferences many others taste

 

My father turns his coffee into a tasty milkshake

Adding flavored creamer and sugar, no mistake

Others search for sweet, unique flavors to add

A shot of this or that makes them awfully glad

 

Excuse me for a quick moment please

This poet needs a refill, so don’t tease

 

Never heard of a Barista until a few days ago

Their creative coffee requires much to know

Many coffee lovers appreciate special brews

Espresso, Cappuccino, Mocha to name a few

 

My eyes view endless coffee menus and ask

Americano, Café Latte seem like such a task

Visiting certain cafés to satisfy my caffeine fix

But always, black with sweetener does the trick

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Looking for a Tim Hortons or a Starbucks

Serving simple, black coffee brings me luck

In traveling to places farther down the coffee road

Das KaffeeHaus and City Brew create it very bold

 

Hopefully, all of you appreciate coffee each day

Perhaps there is a favorite that comes your way

More coffee thoughts certainly do exist

But no more for now, I’m sure you insist

 

Your hot cup of delicious brew

May seem exhilarating to you

While this author writes a view

About his “boring” cup of brew

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Do you have a favorite coffee brew that you absolutely enjoy?  You are invited to share your wishes in the comments.  Perhaps you can convince Big Sky Buckeye to try something a wee bit more exciting than boring, black coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writer’s Void

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Sometimes a writer’s well of words runs dry

Just as a wildcat oil well yields none this try

A writer’s words can be challenging to find

Why won’t more words be a friend of mine?

Life brings distractions that take away

Gone for a while is the freedom to say

Perhaps memories of the past come to bear

Ambushing a desire to write without a care

Searching for inspiration to write

A morning walk clears one’s sight

Reading others’ blogs charges the mind up

Their words arrive to fill an exhausted cup

Viewing a distinctive, older film brings bliss

The storyline relaxes a mind, to foster a list

A list of impressive ideas begins to churn

Now feeling more confident at every turn

Thankfully, this sorry condition won’t last

Soon words will be flowing, what a blast!

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If your appetite is ready for more about the challenges of writing, check out these previously published poems.

 

A Hole in the Middle

Enjoy something sweet on Big Sky Buckeye and hopefully share a laugh with me!  Due to his crusade against sugar (and successfully keeping his blood sugar under control), he cannot even remember the last time that such a treat touched his lips.  

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Simple, yet decadent pleasures they are

Being quite easy to locate from your car

Driving down the road each day

Now you wonder what it is, I say

The coffee’s on and ready to go

Include a doughnut for the road

Missing doughnuts for so many weeks

Passing them up is never for the meek

Call them “donuts”, many Americans say

For me, I prefer “doughnuts” to this day

My doctor instructs me, “No sugar for you!”

Now my doughnut days are sadly through 

However, doughnut temptation sings a song

If I reach for one, there is a deafening gong!

Sorry mister, there will never be doughnuts for you

So I continue down the road, singin’ the sad blues

Who made the doughnut hole in the middle?

Now that has always been quite the riddle

Waking up in the middle of a lonesome night

Dreaming of doughnuts makes a sugary sight

While some folks are addicted to Krispy Kreme

My doughnut tastes envision a different theme

Boston Cream, Long John, and Jelly

All sound delicious to my hungry belly

Old-fashioned, Sour Cream, and Glazed

Why can’t I enjoy a simple one today?

Now in my car and hungrily driving at midnight

The Jolly Pirate Donut shop stays open all night

I pull into the empty parking lot with sad surprise

The sign reads, “Closed tonight”—alas no prize!

This poem could continue on and on and on for sure

Does anyone have a doughnut to share with this sir?

 

Here’s a final footnote:

In the classic film of “It Happened One Night”

Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert are a fright

Gable, the newspaper man, enlightens

Colbert, the heiress, never frightens

As they travel the back roads and stop

For a cup of hot coffee at a tiny shop

. . . with doughnuts for dunkin’

 

In case you missed some past sweet posts, here are some links to take you back for more.  Enjoy!

Rule of Three

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Have you ever thought about the Rule of Three?

Life is amazing when “three” brings more to see

 

Making pancakes for a breakfast for me

Why enjoy a short stack of only two

When you can taste a big stack of three

 

Daughters bring a father happiness and glee

Witnessing the unforgettable births of two

Even more amazing to be delighted with three

 

Looking at the calendar for dates open and free

A two-day weekend offers much fun for all

Hmm, why not add one day and make it three

 

A morning walk with nature is thrilling to me

Finishing two miles with much energy left

Let’s add another mile and walk for three

 

Attending a circus tomorrow for a nominal fee

A show with only two rings just won’t do

Thank heaven P. T. Barnum expanded to three

 

A basketball game grows late as the seconds flee

Shouting out, the coach wants a two-point shot

Sorry coach, but I’m prepared to drain a three

 

Listening to music that brings meaning to thee

Some music just doesn’t work as a twosome

So Peter, Paul, and Mary sing tunes as three

 

Dancing as a couple with a two-step are we

Someone challenges our dancing with a new step

Now we enjoy our dazzling dancing with three

 

A chef prepares a breakfast omelet for free

Starting with two eggs certainly isn’t enough

He brilliantly adds another egg to equal three

 

Shopping for a stunning dress to impress me

She can’t decide on which one or two to try

So my wife brings home a cute set of three

 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost follow thee

A poet pauses to give thanks to above

The Holy Trinity makes a blessed three

 

Just Checking In

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Sending a priority email to my boss an hour ago

A quick reply would be prized as time is my foe

Facing an ever-approaching deadline

The pressure is building—not so fine!

Writing another email might do the trick

“Just checking in” doesn’t sound so slick

Hearing no reply yet by the middle afternoon

Would another email bring an answer soon?

Feeling desperate as the clock winds down

Frustration fills my heart with a gloomy frown

Composing again—Sorry, but I must persist

“Just checking in” again, I must clearly insist

Receiving an email, which is long overdue

An automated message comes to my view

Using “Just checking in” as the subject line

These three words “really” are never fine!

 

 

Sweetest Dream

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Sleeping at night brings pleasurable dreams my way

Dreaming of sugar-filled treats most every single day

Tasting a doughnut filled with vanilla cream

Allowing my sweet tooth to sample a dream

Telling the doughnut to vanish and scamper away

Appearing next, freshly baked cookies wish to stay

Smelling the melted chocolate and cookie dough

Rolling over, my taste buds scream out to know

Dashing dreams of cookies, a delicious pie arrives

Looking at coconut cream is a mammoth surprise

Tossing in bed, my mouth anticipates the sweetest taste

Stepping into my dream, arrives a cake–freshly baked

Licking my lips, velvety chocolate cake will be my fate

Feeling the moisture-rich texture seems a perfect mate

Closing my fantasy suddenly, my mind stirs awake

Remembering to manage my sugars is no mistake

Envisioning so many tantalizing, indulging treats

Controlling sugar levels will be a bitter-filled feat

Using humor is one way that I have taken control of my Type 2 diabetic condition.  I have pretty much abstained from sugar-filled treats (some of my past favorites are described in the poem).  Presently, I am no longer considered pre-diabetic, but I continue to maintain a healthy lifestyle with proper eating, taking meds, and exercising.

 

 

Elfchens by O

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Olivia

opposes opportunity

on oriental Okinawa

overcoming ordinary or outdated

obstacles

 

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Oscar

owing obedience

obtains oceanic oddities

out of ornamental oysters

outrageous

 

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Olympia

Oregon observations

outdated, obsolete, oddball

occupies oneself on occasion

optimistic

 

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Otto

old, odd-looking

operates over Oslo

orchestrates opaque, oversized owls

odd-sounding