One? Two?
How many hugs will do?
Keep me in your pocket, save me as a locket, hold me in the palm of your hand.
I'll always be here,
when I'm needed.
I live to see you smile.
I'll hug you all I can
and when you need another,
here I am.
A little bit about a lot of different things. Poetry was my main reason for beginning this blog. Since its birth more creative ideas have sprung up and I wanted them to all hang out together. For I am not one thing, but many. Creativity doesn't need to have only one faucet ~ There are many. As you will find, When You Listen.
Strength, comes from within ~ coffee helps
It's light but heavy.
It's your insides that help you get out.
It's what your heart says to your mind
that pushes you through.
Some days you'll need help from others, there is strength in that too.
There is strength in your soul, that leads your body to the great you'll do.
Today, tomorrow...it will come.
When it does, you'll be ready, because that strength was all you!
Coffee helps.
Gnome with Coffee ~ slay the day
In a world filled with Fast, Fast, Fast.
Let that first cup of coffee go down slow.
Let it be like a fine wine, in the morning,
A flavor to be savored.
You think you want coffee for the 'pick me up'
but you need coffee for the
'smile all day,'
it will give you,
if you appreciate it in the right way.
Coffee wants to be the reason you say,
"I can handle this day."
Coffee wants you to think of it
in its own special way.
Maybe we should sit down, sip, savor, remember,
it will be coffee
that helped you slay this day!
Coffee Camper mugs ~ they live to feel your smile.
The right mug can say it all,
or nothing at all.
It lives to hold your happiness,
and be cradled within your fingers.
It loves to see your face when tipped into your lips.
Once it becomes 'your favorite'
there is no going back.
It must follow you everywhere,
for fear another might, "do for now."
It can not have you ~
cup-less
for it lives
to feel your smile.
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Coffee, a hug in a mug!
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Who holds the key?
I've been behind these walls so long
I've forgotten where I've placed the key.
The handle rumbled once or twice
but no one curious enough to see
has ever opened the door,
to take a look inside,
to take a look inside,
and find
Me.
Who holds the key
that fits this lock
to
open said door
and save me?
Beginnings of a Kiss
There was that time
you kissed me.
That day you held my hand.
When you wrapped your arms around me.
Kept me from falling down.
Your gaze glued to mine.
Your smile so tempting
Those lips waiting
You pulled me closer ~
Crushed me into your chest.
Our hearts beating in rhythm.
Your hands slid down my hips.
Our fingers entwined
then your lips on mine.
So much learned from the
beginnings of a kiss.
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