I could use a cup of liquid alertness: That mainstay of diners That elixir of truckstops That centerpiece of the Family breakfast table where it once, Rich and dark as grandma’s bedroom suite, Competed with printer’s ink For olfactory primacy.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Awake
Fairies trip across her dreams, Wizards cast spells, Magical creatures cavort, Good always wins, And love never ends. When a child, She believed, really.. Believed. Even when it wasn’t logical, She just knew. And then she woke up.
Ninth Post: Not Tea
Not Tea I’m English, we solve everything with a cup of tea, I joke with a smirk as I pick up my drink. I breathe it in, and then frown a little, For this drink is not my tea. Darker, stronger, but just as hot,…
Coffee
The Gods of love decided upon a blend Its pleasures were never to end So they brought together some cocoa And poured on the magic flow Its texture was that of sugar and diamonds And all shades of espresso sent in their funds Some browns…
Quelling Adenosine
Elixir of awakening, water of life Smokey essence of synaptic ecstasy. The scent of the grind, the sound of perculative bliss Oh, how I love your chemistry. To wrap my hands on ceramic clad heat, The scented steam tickles olfactory And the quaff of velvet…
The Fountain- Poem #8 by Ingrid – Half Marathon
The Fountain- Poem #8 by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon The fountain in the park holds memories. Dressed ornately in black, This dark statue of hope Brings comfort to many. Laughing children run circles around its base As the adults lean closer to the…
My Morning Love
My morning dates with you Sometimes last all day long; As I smell your tasty aroma I can’t help but burst out in song. Please don’t ever leave me! I need you by my side; You’re there when I am tired You’re there when I…
9. Little Black Riding ‘Hood
Little Black Riding ‘Hood He was stylin’ Struttin’ down Florissante with his guys in his woods so fulla himself he mighta busted. And then he did. Busted his head wide open. That damn hunter with his bigass gun and his bigass attitude shot…
I am some one else
I am standing in front of The mirror But some one else is Standing behind the mirror My life is hanging In the balance of Belief and disbelief I am close to someone, but I am well known to someone else The same old traditions…
Love Eternal
A love that lasts beyond a Life time A love given freely without constraint A love to draw on in times Of trouble and strife A love to rejoice in When there are sunny skies and smooth sailing And provide a safe harbour from the…