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
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-Cheri
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
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-Cheri
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
Sparkling in time all words’ facets,
phonemes and vowels spread glory.
Yet still they carry their story,
words are poets’ paint on palettes.
-Lynne
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-Cheri
Four Lines
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
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