The mind is very limited
Resting on old assumptions
Fantasies and distorted conclusions
All that is good
Just enough
When I drink my tea
During
Sunset
Limitations
And Now…
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
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A Revelation
Blinded by your beauty
In all the ugliness
I fainted
And went into dreaming
About what you would become
And why we would make
A terrible couple
So I continue to read my
Newspaper
Slowly sipping my tea
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Time for Tea
This is the end
The very end
My best friend
We move from coast to coast
Looking for where
The best of times
Can be our host
But it s over now
We are trapped
In this time trap
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Poem written in an afternoon without tea
This is an act of war
This is an act of terror
That is an act of treason, high treasonÂ
SomehowÂ
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