Poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Coffe Mug

So much depends upon

My dull, storm cloud gray colored mug

Torn, tattered and stained from constant wear

My mug has seen no mercy

In fact it has been tossed here and perhaps there

Medium in size, mug will never win a prize

Silent it will stand engulfing rich, creamy liquids

Arousing my senses so early in the morning  

Without it please, heed my warning

Normally my mug captures the morning storm

That’s why mug is always so gray

For it’s hard to feel so blistering hot, even scorching in the morning

But mug keeps the storm out of my head

And even drags me out of bed

I am not me without my coffee in the morning

So much depends upon

My dull, storm cloud gray colored mug

Especially in the morning

Cell phone

So much depends upon

My wireless connection to the world

This electric cranberry colored cell phone is just that

Its annoying chirping wake up call

Is my start to every fresh daybreak

With keys absent of some numbers

Worn it is without all color

News it brings me

Sometimes with delay

For this phone has seen its better day

But picky I must not be

Because with it I would lose, well, even me

For this simple phone is my pace

It keeps in time and out of space

This phone is the one item I can’t live without

When I leave home

So much depends upon

My wireless connection to the world

My cell phone which I can not live without

 

 

 

A Dream Such As This…

 If I could dream a perfect dream such as this

I’d dream a place where we kiss

A dream filled with pure bliss

I’d dream a place of starry skies

And such a day when I can fly

A place where I can praise, oh bye and bye

I’d create a dream where I was never blue

I’d be in a world that was on cue

And such a place where all people were all true

And where I’ never be without you

If I could dream a perfect dream such as this…