Coffee Shop Sessions

Category: poem

  • Nightly Routine

    Late at night Lying in bedHeadphones onListening to musicOr a few recorded poemsReading the latest I attempt to craft a new oneOr brush up a draft not quite finished It’s becoming routineI’ve always beenAn undercover poetNow I’m sharing my words With my family’s support as an added bonus Shared are the happenings,The disappointments,The contests never…

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  • Mr. Tomato

    Mr. Tomato, my daughter calls you. Cute as can be, I laugh it off.But after giving it further thoughtshe has an idea that might be true:when squeezed too tightlyyour insides start to fall apart.But I’ll take it,maybe even with a slice of toast.Licking my fingertips,I want to savor every last drop.

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  • just a little tenderness

    stone cold heart eyes down I don’t feel the need anymore to pretend this is going anywhere coming in the door with the latest from your day I half listen and nod while preparing the final meal late at night while lying in bed you reach over for just a little tenderness while I turn…

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  • Poetry Readings

    Pour your heart and soul into every word, pull from the depth of every emotion, let it grab you, kick you around leave you feeling broken yet alive,your heart soars yearning to hear more This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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  • Clouds Dancing in the Sky

    Looking up at the clouds so high Watching colors stretch across the sky As they combine and spread apart gracefully An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by As the sun first wakes Golden hues are painted on the tips I’m struck by the beauty How lucky am I to be a witness As the…

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  • Cold Rushing In

    I open the doors On a winter’s night The cold rushes in Exposing the fragility of my plight. I’ll never learn. Always the one to run Too far, too fast Into someone else. Immersing myself as I did in the past. I should take heed, Call it quits, Just breathe And walk away. Listen to…

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  • In the Dead of Winter

    These paths I walk all lead to snow White embankments filled with fluff Masking the truth underneath Holding us back three feet deep When will they release me Keeping me here like a prisoner Don’t they see I want out The ground is frozen I can’t move my fibers of life Shake, shake me out…

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  • Sunday Thoughts

    Two lone souls thinking they stand out in the crowd do they really or are they the same as everyone They feel special, profound as no one must feel the same but they do, they all want to be loved they all are searching for the one Yet there isn’t one there are quite a…

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  • Lost and Found Memories

    Sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped ’round me while I lay dreaming it’s you that rouses my sleep I wake startled you’ve returned again with flashes between two moments, a mere eyeblink away The things that can’t be those lost & found memories between moments of today

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  • Our (Mis)Fortune

    Your hand slips into mine, the fortune teller notices our smiles with glittering eyes, she’s convinced there’s a future ‘tween us, she smiles & invites us in Laying down cards one by one it reveals the betrayal and secrets that will keep us from the love that has swept us into a whirlwind We turn…

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