Poetry Blogs (tea)
Nicola Beckett on Thank You WOL (3 hours ago)
I died yesterday
With a pen in one hand and a diary in the other.
The latter's pages were inlaid
With prints of my curry stained fingers,
And splotches of tea,
And smudges of ink,
And spools of memories,
And streams of ridiculous cravings.
I fashioned the contents with the loose threads
I'd been stockpiling since forever.
Vibrant, prismatic, but half-completed...
Friday 24th April 2020 5:59 pm
I used to hate this part of town
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.
And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.
Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at ...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 11:18 pm
Rain Rain Please Go Away,
Almost No Agri-land here anyway!
And planned water resources everywhere!!
Wish for 1 hour of weather like Dubai!
Or if not, parle-G biscuits with cup of hot (tea)Chai!!
Friday 9th November 2018 5:15 am
It All Depends On Something
It all depends on something,
On that you can depend.
Things start at the beginning,
And they finish at the end.
You don’t know until you know,
How anything will conclude.
So don’t try to jump the gun
To find answers that elude.
Take one hour at a time
And each troubled day by day.
Cross each bridge only when
Sunday 22nd October 2017 7:15 pm
Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim
Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.
Wednesday 1st March 2017 6:41 pm
Cup of coffee
cup of tea
Drunk them all
ate them all
now I've got
Tuesday 9th June 2015 11:25 am
There's nothing like a lovely cup of tea
When the world seems tough
And you've had enough
Try a cuppa and I'm sure you will agree
But in the morning coffee is the best
It wakes you from your slumber
Jolts you just like thunder
Keeps me awake until I'm fully dressed
Although fresh orange juice is also very nice
From the fridge, icy child
Slips down like liqui...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:16 pm
"Unload!.... safety catch, pouch, magazine off..
(From the range we smell the scoff)
"Clear, ease springs"
The Sergeant sings
Time to queue up at the trough
There's nothing quite like the old 'Range Stew'
Two rounds of bread with a nice hot brew
From the mess tin
I'm not jestin'
Made by chefs who have no clue
Soft boot shuffle with your mate
No place here...
Thursday 7th August 2014 9:58 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