Four Lines
None of the joes appeal to me, if you want coffee I don’t care. Just don’t glare at me with your stare, when I order un-sweet iced tea. -Lynne
None of the joes appeal to me, if you want coffee I don’t care. Just don’t glare at me with your stare, when I order un-sweet iced tea. -Lynne
The coffee machines we still love, hiss and steam and measure cream. Coffee fads make me want to scream: “Joes, none of you are my beloved.” -Lynne
The local cafe played with beans, imported froth and scalded skim. Doubled the cost from mug to brim, still we love our coffee machines. -Lynne
Leaving me bored, lists of lattes slow down the lines and make me late. It’s a lottery ticket wait, played at the local drinks cafe. -Lynne
A new morning I’m ready for, a diet coke is my caffeine. Being no fan of coffee beans, the lists of lattes leave me bored. -Lynne
Don’t be quaint whatever you do, poems are to be read, not used. Maybe they should leave you amused and ready for a morning new. -Lynne
Palettes of words are poets’ paint, muddle them, mix them, add water. Run them through you and your daughter, whatever you do, don’t be quaint. -Lynne
Sparkling in time all words’ facets, phonemes and vowels spread glory. Yet still they carry their story, words are poets’ paint on palettes. -Lynne
Within my stock I plunder rhymes, mulling over the lines and rules. Four lines need to shine like jewels, all words’ facets sparkling in time. -Lynne
Within my reach I keep a flock of words I shear like fleecy sheep. Into the herd I search and seek, plundering rhymes within my stock. -Lynne
