Bad (Coffee) Poetry Day

To all who stepped up to the mic, thanks for playing! Here is the winner and three honorable mentions from the submissions…

 (Note:  nom de plumes used when provided).

 

THE WINNER      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I once drank a coffee so dark

It made me sit up and bark

I added some cream and started to dream

And that’s when I invented the quark

(by Alphons Instine)  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      HONORABLE MENTIONS   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        “BLAHS”

the thickness of time plods through my life

leaving me in a fog of dailiness   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          my humdrum life

pizza, popcorn, an occasional dark chocolate,

endless coffeecups

repetitious sameness

a treadmill existence                 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I measure out my life in teaspoons

filled with tedium

Bleak House rests on my nightstand

listless, uneasy, and irritated

I become Prufrock                           

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I play solitaire at an empty table

watch cable news crawl across the screen

listen for cell phone rings, tweets, and twitters

daydream and doodle

I’m asleep by eight, sometimes ten

bored…      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I know the pain of unused powers

empty wasted

unclaimed possiblities    

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Take a nap

(by Pat Spilseth of www.writerscircle@q.com )   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Warmed over coffee

Acid Reflux in a cup

Starbucks, were are thou?

(by Marian)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         “ODE TO COFFEE”

I wake up in the morning

Looking forward to my brew

It helps me put in line

All the things I need to do

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            It gives me a little jump start

To begin my day

And even in the afternoon

When I begin to stray

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         But never in the evening

Do I dare partake

‘Cause throughout the night

I’m sure to stay awake

(by Buzz A’Longfellow)

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