Poetry Blogs (cup)
Don Matthews on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (5 hours ago)
poemagraphic on TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar (7 hours ago)
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
It takes years of pondering to find the right cup;
the right shape and weight, the pattern, the handle.
It is not just a drinking vessel
It is a portal to a world of relaxation.
Maybe I’m wrong and it is just a cup
but I’d be lost without my favourite.
She has picked me up when I’ve felt alone
even with her chipped rim
she makes the perfect brew.
Thursday 28th February 2013 9:41 pm
I may not be
your cup of tea
but I am your
bottle of rum --
so ease up that grip:
Stop strangling my neck.
Let My liquid conflagration
scorch your lying condescension
again and again and again.... without fail.
If you but remember to be true
to what lurks deep within you
I will assail your do...
Sunday 13th January 2013 6:57 pm
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
Please make your response or comment on my profile page. Thank you.
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm