Description: If you're curious - this excuse did not work.
Alright, if you are someone who has consistantly read at least two of my pieces that are not recent, you know that I haven't been quiet myself - I sort of lost me.
I'm finding me.
I'll return back to what I would like to think is speaking things I've learned within myself that no one taught me and speaking of them with confidence and conviction - that is how I learn and grow. I think that is wise.
I actually have learned a lot of those things recently. I just have not written poetry about them, I've been mopey or silly in my writing. And that's okay and fun, I don't have to follow the same mood all the time...but if you miss that,
Patience with me please. I am not so fickle I've left all that behind forever.
Hope this makes a few of you laugh.
Is the punctuation too nit-picky?
I know the meter is horrible, and the rhyme is random. It's a fun thing, indeed. A fool's rhyme.
I'm a jester!.......of the mediocre. My palaces are highways and my king is crowned by airplanes and clouds, hurrah!
There is not much a taste in this world
that I cannot swallow, smile, chew;
but when coffee steeps,
and stews brew,
and brews burn...
Well, I’d rather just sleep in.
That’s why I’m late.
Why is the coffee so afraid of being Mr. Gilmore's lifeblood?
I liked the piece. It was a little bit of frivolity that I think I kinda needed this week. I had a hard week, so thanks for helping me out, even in this small way.
Nice alliteration on the middle, but for technicals, that's about all I can say.
The title sounds like a tragedy. I would have called it "Burnt Coffee" but maybe that's a southern thing. It was quite common in the days of electric percolators, but I don't see it happen very much any more, mostly because I drink it constantly. Coffee only burns when it sits too long. My personal calling is to see that this never happens if I'm in the building.
At work we have one of those pod things that only makes one rather good cup at a time. Fortunately it has a continuous heating for the water. I favor the dark roast.
Coffee, burnt? I don't exactly follow this metaphor. I understand that the color resembles something "burnt". It does taste slightly...well, very bad, if there is no sugar or it's Columbian.
I have this habit, ever since I started college, to drink coffee, to stay awake for my English and French classes. Irish Cream. Oh, wonderful, happy classes that I do not remember quite so much...
Yes. Burnt.
This was a fun poem. It feels sophisticated. And there's a punchline, which is admirable. Wonderful.
Now, if you permit me to ask- what event caused you to change your frame of mind and attitude?
Well,there's one coffee house here that keeps adding its coffee houses. Its coffee is dark as asphalt and oh so bitter. I could make five cups of coffee out of one of theirs and it would still taste like ambeer that snuff chewers spit out. Yep, I'd rather sleep in than wait in line for their nerve poison grind. Beside that I am saving my four dollars that they charge for a cup of coffee. Your humor is softer on my nerves than that expensive cup of coffee. It is a small wonder why there are so many office mistakes and so many nervous grouches.
well it made me smile, burned coffee that wouldn,t happen to me, i drink the instant stuff.i need two cups and two cigarettes, then i,m ready to face the day,i suppose it,s a good reason for sleeping in.
take care
gerry
Submission Name: Burned Coffee
