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Category Archives: coffee
How Many Teardrops
How many teardrops does it take to make your cup of morning coffee? and how many teardrops does it take to fill your gas tank and how many teardrops did it take to fill your bank account and can you … Continue reading
Coffee
They say ‘a watched pot never boils’ but I’ve done this quite a bit and the pot I watch always boils unless of course the flame burns out but otherwise it boils watched or not and there is something meditative … Continue reading
South of Richmond
Every other billboard literally every other billboard along a one mile stretch of I-95 just south of Richmond, Virginia is for the Army National Guard The others are for God, Jesus, and the Navy Federal Credit Union. This is God’s country … Continue reading
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Road Trip
Billboard after billboard too many to count mile after mile road after road state after state buy this car buy this whiskey buy this beer call this lawyer when you get pulled over for driving this car after drinking this … Continue reading
Posted in Advertising, alcohol, america, american dream, beer, coffee, driving, money, poem, Poetry, recruiting, religion, Uncategorized, war
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after the rooster crows
the dogs are in the back yard hunting the cats and the cats are in the barn yard hunting the rats but the rats are at the neighbors digging through their trash and we’re at the breakfast table eating eggs … Continue reading
Pitter-Patter
the rain washes away my thoughts and it wipes away my pain staring out this window I’m so thankful this storm came the drought has ended now and the gardens drink it up but I get anxious to get … Continue reading
coffee, chocolate & ice cream
coffee, chocolate & ice cream replaced cocaine, liquor and nicotine I won’t pass that way again I don’t need those kinds of friends now I’ve got 3 dogs that I walk each day they’re my goddesses, it’s how I … Continue reading
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Tagged America, american dream, Beer, coffee, collateral damage, death, democracy, dogs, dreams, empire, farming, happiness, hawaii, iraq, life, love, music, Peace, poem, poetry, suicide, violence, war, war tax resistance, whiskey, writing
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Christmas 2007
God died on Christmas Eve 2007 as uniformed women and men sang the traditional Christmas hymns and as we ate and drank the body and the blood of Jesus H. Christ, Thats around when God died. The wine was just … Continue reading
Rainy Day
By the time that I finally climbed out of my polluted mind it was October. and I crawled out of my cave pulled one foot back out of the grave and pulled on a pair of pants found a shirt … Continue reading
Posted in addiction, alcohol, america, american dream, anxiety, coffee, collateral damage, death, depression, fall, farming, Football, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, police, police state, propaganda, rain, suicide, war
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Still Raining
Still, it’s been weeks now and still it rains, everyday. At least it’s not snowing, and we do need the rain but Jesus H. Christ… we also need to have at least a little bit of sun for a rainbow. … Continue reading
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