Coffee Shop Sessions

Month: March 2020

  • Dark Italian with Cream

    Thanks to Robert Charboneau for this poem. Although my blog and book are both titled ‘Coffee Shop Sessions’ this is the first poem that is actually about coffee! Follow Robert on Twitter or on his blog for more of his poetry and drawings.

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  • At Peace [with audio]

    On a winter’s night I lay down Look over And dream I am lying by your side Looking into your eyes, Feeling assured That this is it This is how it’s supposed to feel Two souls mutually feeling the same depth of passion Who appreciate all that has taken place To get us where we…

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  • Seize the Moment

    It’s Sunday morning I run down to the park We lock eyes while you’re strolling by Electricity ignites deep inside Do I stop?Do you dare say hello?Do we say anything at all? So much we want to say So much we want to do So much we’ve longed for To only have this passing moment…

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  • War Stories

    My war stories My love scars If only you knew, what would you do? Would it help you know me? Do you want to know me at all? Do you care to share your stories Or do you want to keep them safe?Do you want to show your cards Or keep them close to your…

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  • Great Expectations

    My expectations are high;I want to find a love that will lift me to the sky.I’ve got this crazy idea in my mind;You’ll be the love I’ve been hoping to find.But you’re just a guyDestined to make mistakes. We give and take Along the way We hope for something more But this is all we’ve…

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  • Countdown to Love

    As little girls plucking petals one by one reciting, “He loves me, he loves me not,” All love and happiness rested on the count of those petals If an even number, the girl is bitterly disappointed While an odd count surely takes her over the moon with his undying love for her If only as…

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  • Relief

    Sleeping next to you We don’t say the words we need The nights get lonely Would it be easier living without me? You watch as I tumble down You watch as I fall to the ground Would you pick me up and piece me back together? Would you stand me up and love me forever?…

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  • Romance Is Dead

    it happens to so many and we swore it wouldn’t happen to us,yet here we are: the kids have gone off to bed and we lie here confirming our romance is dead. longing to be desired, we’re aching for a spark, any resemblance of burning fire we know that something is missing but don’t know…

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  • The Journey Begins

    Thanks for joining me in this adventure of blogging! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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