#bagels - Hello Poetry

THERE WIL BE BAGELS! <> New York style, very large, with burnished, glazed-ed crust, almost meaty, a meal nearly self~ sufficient, with grapes of creamed cheese, Scottish salmon, a repast that states, that the week begins well, that thus nourished, we are stronger, fortified to face the onslaughts of life moderne, our enslavement to the endless news recycled cycle that flourishes and face whips us with shades of disaster in mirrors that will never cease to query us if this is truly: our appearance our best selves our self~doubts, refuse scars of prior battles my cafe porcelain mug of 19 oz. washes away my unshaven grimaced grime of mine mind, and I sally forth renewed, meaty, slightly burnished, with a glazed protective patina of a hardy New Yorker who chews, spits out the chaff of noises that serve only to efface my native rights to optimism

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May 12, 2024

May 12, 2024 at 9:29 AM UTC

ogdiddynash

THERE WILL BE BAGELS!

THERE WIL BE BAGELS! <> New York style, very large, with burnished, glazed-ed crust, almost meaty, a meal nearly self~ sufficient, with grapes of creamed cheese, Scottish salmon, a repast that states, that the week begins well, that thus nourished, we are stronger, fortified to face the onslaughts of life moderne, our enslavement to the endless news recycled cycle that flourishes and face whips us with shades of disaster in mirrors that will never cease to query us if this is truly: our appearance our best selves our self~doubts, refuse scars of prior battles my cafe porcelain mug of 19 oz. washes away my unshaven grimaced grime of mine mind, and I sally forth renewed, meaty, slightly burnished, with a glazed protective patina of a hardy New Yorker who chews, spits out the chaff of noises that serve only to efface my native rights to optimism

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When the world is far too quiet and dew has yet to coat the early morning air And you show up as the clock strikes 3 am for the third night this week Slurring in your own stupidity requesting bagels, uncooked with globs of butter The way we always had them all those years ago, all those drunken nights And you’ll claim love that you so conveniently forget to mention in sobriety Love that we had when we were one in the same The same love that urges me to hold your hair back And nurse you back to feeling okay Only to stand there stone cold, only hours later to watch you leave In minutes that get shorter with every morning that passes And as I clean up the only evidence of your visits I pick apart the remainder of what we once called a relationship Maybe one of these days I’ll take the leap from what’s comfortable into what we need To end it

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Jun 12, 2020

Jun 12, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC

ckhat99

When it stops being love

When the world is far too quiet and dew has yet to coat the early morning air And you show up as the clock strikes 3 am for the third night this week Slurring in your own stupidity requesting bagels, uncooked with globs of butter The way we always had them all those years ago, all those drunken nights And you’ll claim love that you so conveniently forget to mention in sobriety Love that we had when we were one in the same The same love that urges me to hold your hair back And nurse you back to feeling okay Only to stand there stone cold, only hours later to watch you leave In minutes that get shorter with every morning that passes And as I clean up the only evidence of your visits I pick apart the remainder of what we once called a relationship Maybe one of these days I’ll take the leap from what’s comfortable into what we need To end it

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' I found my first grey ***** hair " my husband said today His voice was soft and full of dread - I had to look away. We sat in silence very still - you could have heard a penny I didn't know quite what to say so said " I don't have any " " Today at noon I went for lunch " he quietly replied " The hair was in my bagel " I laughed until I cried.

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Aug 11, 2019

Aug 11, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC

debra-speed

Lunch counter

' I found my first grey ***** hair " my husband said today His voice was soft and full of dread - I had to look away. We sat in silence very still - you could have heard a penny I didn't know quite what to say so said " I don't have any " " Today at noon I went for lunch " he quietly replied " The hair was in my bagel " I laughed until I cried.

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