I drink too much coffee as it is.

As for poetry, true poetry is a gift, it just happens, if you try too hard it shows.

It's better to be on the outside looking in, you see all things.

From the inside you only see what passes by in the crowd.

So that's where I'm heading, back outside, hoping the rains go somewhere else.



 

YR - to each his own, but all that is wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too sweet for the way I drink my coffee; almost no sugar at all so I can savor all those wonderful notes.  My favorite thus far, Peet's House Blend, ground fresh for the French Press -perfect.

No offense YR, but I am with Carlin on this one. I can't stand anything sweet in my coffee! A cappuccino with some foam and cinnamon will do for me, if I want to get fancy. 

Just to put it out there, I actually hate how chocolate has invaded every food group. It used to be a treat, now you can't get away from it. However, emotionally speaking, one can not beat chocolate for its soothing effects. (By the way LF, I think you meant "affect", but nevermind).

No sugar in my coffee, but must have half and half.  I can drink it black, but I prefer it pretty light.  I also don't like sweet foods.  I don't like sweet tomato (spaghetti or pizza) sauce, sweet and sour anything, sweet pickles, etc.  I love dessert and I love candy, but no sugar in my meal, thank you very much.

As for the poetry, uh, I wouldn't write anything that's derisive, even if I strongly disagree with someone.  I have no issue with anyone's personal beliefs, until they impact my life.  My rights end where yours begin and vice versa.  

If a horse shoe will stand up in the pot, coffee's done......:)

That wasn't poetry by any measure Cindi.

Moons when you write a poem I will then decide if you can judge a poem. 

I am very much looking forward to vk4's first re-write. I think he will surprise us all and do quite well with his revisions.

A kookaburra bird told me we will see the revisions, they are done. Needed a break first before tackling all that typing for us, here.

Until then, I found this, and thought why not share it here!
 

A Dog's Mistake

by Banjo Paterson (1864-1941)

Australian writer

He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide,
He was just a wand'ring mongrel from the weary world outside;
He was not aristocratic, being mostly ribs and hair,
With a hint of spaniel parents and a touch of native bear.

He was very poor and humble and content with what he got,
So we fed him bones and biscuits, till he heartened up a lot;
Then he growled and grew aggressive, treating orders with disdain,
Till at last he bit the butcher, which would argue want of brain.

Now the butcher, noble fellow, was a sport beyond belief,
And instead of bringing actions he brought half a shin of beef,
Which he handed on to Fido, who received it as a right
And removed it to the garden, where he buried it at night.

'Twas the means of his undoing, for my wife, who'd stood his friend,
To adopt a slang expression, "went in off the deepest end",
For among the pinks and pansies, the gloxinias and the gorse
He had made an excavation like a graveyard for a horse.

Then we held a consultation which decided on his fate:
'Twas in anger more than sorrow that we led him to the gate,
And we handed him the beef-bone as provision for the day,
Then we opened wide the portal and we told him, "On your way."

bee,
why would I care?

Um, you wouldn't. I am just having fun with the exercise. I think it might have been his first poem attempt ever. What if he ends up writing a good poem? Wouldn't that be a kicker?