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Poem: My Cup of Coffee

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Most of us start the day with a cup of coffee in various forms. I started drinking coffee fairly early, perhaps around the age of six or seven. I hated drinking milk and it used to be a huge production when I was young to make me drink my milk. I think my mum and grandma gave in around age six or seven and I started drinking coffee. The love affair with the drink started then and has not waned over the years. I’ve tried different variations and have now decided black coffee is my favourite, followed closely by the filter coffee made by my mum!

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My Cup of Joy – Coffee

I wake up when the alarm rings
And make my way to my kitchen
Where my cup of steaming coffee awaits me

I sit and contemplate the dark drink
Think about my day and how it will wing
A cup of coffee is the perfect aid
To contemplate my views about my world

To sort out how my day will fare
To clear any kinks in the air
A cup of coffee in the afternoon
Is the best solution to the dreaded 3 pm slump

And then there’s the time
A cup of coffee in your hand
A friend by your side
And the hours just slide away

As you can see, I love my coffee
It can be any blend, but has to be black
A cup of coffee makes my day and world
Just seem a tad better, as we all know

Poem: The Fear

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The other day, I was texting with one of my aunts and she told me that my maternal grandmother who lives with her and another aunt alternately, has been having issues which come with old age.

My grandmother is almost 90 and one of my fears is that she will pass away before I get a chance to meet her one last time. She already has had a heart scare earlier in the year and as my only surviving grandparent, I am scared to lose her.

Another person I am worried about is my dad who turned 75 earlier in the year. He also has some medical issues which we thankfully spotted on time and has been in treatment for the past few years. But to see the once strong man slowly being reduced to being dependent on others, is fairly scary.

This poem is a reflection of my thoughts.

The Fear

I know that when a person gets old
The fear of death starts to take hold
I wonder when the ball will fall
When someone you love will stop and stall

I fear the time when you can’t hear their voice
You can’t see them, smell them, and know that you don’t have a choice
This fear is all encompassing, it takes over your entire being
But this dear also makes you stop living, start crying

That’s the wrong approach to take, life is meant to be lived, not to be in pain
Because death is inevitable, birth and death are two sides of the same coin
Live your life as best as you can, learn to embrace your loved ones
Meet them, speak to them live with them without any fictions

Then when it is time, let them go on their terms
Don’t hold them back, revel in their lives
This is harder than it looks, I know
But learn to go with the flow, to take that blow

For our lives will go on, irrespective of what happens
That’s the circle of life, with birth comes death

Poem: Imagination

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We all dream and imagine, but I feel that young children do this so much better than older children and adults.

I daydream a lot and this is also part of being imaginative. We create worlds in our minds and as a reader and (perhaps) a writer, this is a critical requirement. When I read, I watch the book in my head and I have never been satisfied when I see a movie based on a book because I always feel that my imagination is far superior to the director’s vision. It’s my imagination versus the director and guess whose imagination wins each time?

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Imagination

As a child, we dream, we let our imagination take steam

But as we grow older, we lose that, choosing instead to be more prosaic

But if you are a reader, you will know

Your imagination continues to flower and flow

A good book is your passport

To lands far beyond, to ports where you can cavort

Your imagination then takes flight

Making every book your personal film, with sound and light

So don’t ever think you are too old for flights of fancy

Nourish your imagination, make sure it reaches every nook and cranny

Then it’s payback time you see by which

Life as you know it will get creative and rich

Poem: Let’s Save our World

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Let’s Save our World

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I was reading about how the climate in various parts of the world has been changing and not for the better and this poem is a cry from the heart. As the adults in this world, we need to do something and very soon otherwise the world we leave for our children and their children will just not exist anymore!

Let’s Save our World

I sat alone looked up at the clear blue sky as I pondered

Watching the clouds float by and wondered

Thinking and feeling about my lineage

Will clouds and clear blue skies be in their heritage?

I started thinking about the world we live in

The one that we are custodians of

How we have made such a mess

Making sure our children inherit all our stress

Can we as the adults in this world

Make sure we leave this place better than we found it?

But, looking at what our ‘so-called’ leaders do

Makes me doubt if this will really be true

Our children and their children stand to get

A world so flawed, it needs to be reset

Climate change, the ozone layer, global warming

These are not just words anymore but dire warnings

To ensure we work quickly to start putting things right

Otherwise, we soon won’t have a home, things will take flight

Poem: New Year Resolutions

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Every year when the new year rolls by all of us make resolutions to keep in the coming year. But how many of us actually keep to those resolutions? Here’s a poem which is all about our new year resolutions.

New Year Resolutions

As the clock strikes the midnight hour

The new year is here, you realise and start to feel a bit dour

You quickly start making lists with which to start your new year

Things like getting eating healhier and getting slimmer

January is usually fine, but the trouble starts around February

That’s when you realise that, maybe this resolution thing is not what you see

It’s not something you can deal with so that’s when you determine

When the next year tolls in, you are done

Resolutions are just not for you, you are sure

No plans, no goals, nothing to plan for the year

You plan to live your life on your terms

Enjoy life and just….Live!

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