"breakfeast" poems - Hello Poetry

when arrived, feels like home like a bubble, like a dome peaceful people all around enjoying this crazy sound so much colors, crazy figures all this smells pulling my triggers intense, incense, aromatic be tense? no sense, just be static entering, meeting the fellows or should I just say some jellos wiggling with the rhythmic music for us this is therapeutic waves of sound hitting my face punching hard with deepest bass I believe that things will turn I choose not to be concernded this 'so crazy, this 'so good here we find the greatest brood jewls of every generation some eletric, others pacient colored waters, not for thirst only if you need a burts shining patterns underneath make it hard for me to breath then the sun comes up for us contributes for the new buzz now you see who's there with you and who didn't make it through sunglasses get pulled out soon the sun will loudly shout soul, mind and body fused into one nice breakfeast juice that's when people start to leave not what I like to archieve "I will stay", I always say until the end of the day molly, goa, lucy, prog buds and buddys, love and fog I'm so glad this moments caught me this is just my type of party

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC

lipi

Energy Feasts

when arrived, feels like home like a bubble, like a dome peaceful people all around enjoying this crazy sound so much colors, crazy figures all this smells pulling my triggers intense, incense, aromatic be tense? no sense, just be static entering, meeting the fellows or should I just say some jellos wiggling with the rhythmic music for us this is therapeutic waves of sound hitting my face punching hard with deepest bass I believe that things will turn I choose not to be concernded this 'so crazy, this 'so good here we find the greatest brood jewls of every generation some eletric, others pacient colored waters, not for thirst only if you need a burts shining patterns underneath make it hard for me to breath then the sun comes up for us contributes for the new buzz now you see who's there with you and who didn't make it through sunglasses get pulled out soon the sun will loudly shout soul, mind and body fused into one nice breakfeast juice that's when people start to leave not what I like to archieve "I will stay", I always say until the end of the day molly, goa, lucy, prog buds and buddys, love and fog I'm so glad this moments caught me this is just my type of party

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rise refreshed, walk the dog, after splashing water on my face, breathe the air in and out before to many cars are about, feed the beast and pick up my muse to read for as long as... i can, drink dark brew, after a lemon water, warm not cool have breakfeast, an egg, half a bagel and a whole grapefruit, with brown sugar, butter and walnuts, broiled just so there is a slight crunch to that glaze, with each bite. then off to my favourite bookstore in some part of the world or near by, hope i can get the leer jet, to pass the time by to get where Munro's is waiting. then stay have brunch at some hotel or other five star place, and fly back for early after noon and listen to itunes, as I sip my green smoothie as the traffic motors by making mockery of ocean waves as I read the book and rave about my purchase. is that your beer or mine? then dinner would be a winner, some veggie or meat dish like ratatouille or nachos ground beef and cheese with green onions, olives and tomatoes and please pass the guacamole. have a glass of wine or two, red would be better considering the chill in the weather at the end of the sunny fall day, might have a hot desert or not, then to walk my dog, not to trot, as we both are not as young as we used to be, maybe I never was. well then i will wash up while showering then to bed and write it all down as who knows, when it will happen again, perfection is rare as pure air, then read for an little bit, dim the lights and see how easily my head rests on my pillow, as i drift on some translucent sea of blue, still comfortably fitting her hand with mine, as it has been all day. ©DWE102013

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

the perfect day

rise refreshed, walk the dog, after splashing water on my face, breathe the air in and out before to many cars are about, feed the beast and pick up my muse to read for as long as... i can, drink dark brew, after a lemon water, warm not cool have breakfeast, an egg, half a bagel and a whole grapefruit, with brown sugar, butter and walnuts, broiled just so there is a slight crunch to that glaze, with each bite. then off to my favourite bookstore in some part of the world or near by, hope i can get the leer jet, to pass the time by to get where Munro's is waiting. then stay have brunch at some hotel or other five star place, and fly back for early after noon and listen to itunes, as I sip my green smoothie as the traffic motors by making mockery of ocean waves as I read the book and rave about my purchase. is that your beer or mine? then dinner would be a winner, some veggie or meat dish like ratatouille or nachos ground beef and cheese with green onions, olives and tomatoes and please pass the guacamole. have a glass of wine or two, red would be better considering the chill in the weather at the end of the sunny fall day, might have a hot desert or not, then to walk my dog, not to trot, as we both are not as young as we used to be, maybe I never was. well then i will wash up while showering then to bed and write it all down as who knows, when it will happen again, perfection is rare as pure air, then read for an little bit, dim the lights and see how easily my head rests on my pillow, as i drift on some translucent sea of blue, still comfortably fitting her hand with mine, as it has been all day. ©DWE102013

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"It is so late at night." I agree. However, I'd much rather see such as "it is so darned early!" Time has two flavors. "Half and Half" (like Creamer) or "Full Roasted Blends"(like cofees). I prefer a a drink of both, thank you. Both are "pick me ups" However, "Full and True Flavor" is the final drink Which I like to pour. Dinner or Breakfeast. Both are at "too late" or "too early" of times. As rebelious as I like to become, I have dinner in the morning and Breakfeast in the night time. However your taste may be for "the flavors in life," I go a unique way.. "I like a little flavor" from a "lot of origins and pathways, in "Life's spicerack." I like to "mix things up" Rather than to stay "Organized and bland." I grab my spoon, now, stir and enjoy a new found treat.

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Jul 29, 2016

Jul 29, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

Flavor?

"It is so late at night." I agree. However, I'd much rather see such as "it is so darned early!" Time has two flavors. "Half and Half" (like Creamer) or "Full Roasted Blends"(like cofees). I prefer a a drink of both, thank you. Both are "pick me ups" However, "Full and True Flavor" is the final drink Which I like to pour. Dinner or Breakfeast. Both are at "too late" or "too early" of times. As rebelious as I like to become, I have dinner in the morning and Breakfeast in the night time. However your taste may be for "the flavors in life," I go a unique way.. "I like a little flavor" from a "lot of origins and pathways, in "Life's spicerack." I like to "mix things up" Rather than to stay "Organized and bland." I grab my spoon, now, stir and enjoy a new found treat.

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i woke up on the right side of the bed for the first time in a long time i had a really good dream i smiled my phone rang for you had been up for a couple hours now "good morning, i just made breakfeast. how did you sleep?" you ask me "i slept great," i replied overwhelmed with happiness i get to wake up to this every morning i just can't wait for the day when i can roll over in bed and not have to feel a cold, empty spot you will fill it, and i'll kiss your forehead and finally be able to say "good morning, beautiful"

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Feb 2, 2020

Feb 2, 2020 at 8:32 PM UTC

useless_lesbo

goodmorning, beautiful.

i woke up on the right side of the bed for the first time in a long time i had a really good dream i smiled my phone rang for you had been up for a couple hours now "good morning, i just made breakfeast. how did you sleep?" you ask me "i slept great," i replied overwhelmed with happiness i get to wake up to this every morning i just can't wait for the day when i can roll over in bed and not have to feel a cold, empty spot you will fill it, and i'll kiss your forehead and finally be able to say "good morning, beautiful"

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