I often go to McDonalds, For a Large
Coffee with 2 shots of esspresso....
It's the Poor Man's Starbucks...
Sipping on that the words Start to Flow
And sentences Later I am not Word Stuck

Caffienated Consonants lead to Poems
A Jolt of Java lets those wild words Roam
Its like Cappuccino  with out the Foam
Bottom of the cup so its the end of the Poem

ThePoet's challenge**
easy lose/hard gain

A part of your heart surely dies
When a loved one tells a lie
Trust is easily debased
And is not easily replaced!

The treeline stands as sentinels,
Offering crowns to the crescent moon.
The rooted column of soldiers
Witness the slender shadow as it grew.
A thumb sized fairy in its hand,
Bent double to whisper tidings
Of human flesh on sacred land.
That which is sacrosanct
Can not so easily be swayed!
As all the beasts of myth and nightmares
Charge on into the fray.

The knight finished taking a **** against the tavern wall,
The last defence of the realm, children and us all.

Well.....

That and trebuchets,

Spears,

Swords.

All the tools of war.

Far beyond the Forrest front
Pride, The Lord of Man
Forges ill thought plans
Lazily playing chess, cavalier
With the lives of pawns.
Thoughtlessly moving pieces with
Trembling blood stained hands.

They say that there is one
I at the heart of a storm.
This is not true.
There are two.

Butterfly blue and Phoenix ash grey,
The other molten wood full of firefly flicker.
Looking in, Looking out.

Moonlight cord taut between two like a bowline straining
in the tide.
The only glint in the earthly waves crashing, two points the only
anchor.