Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit: “The spirit of the tea beverage is one of peace, comfort and refinement.”   — Arthur Gray

Song 
by Langston Hughes

Lovely, dark, and lonely one,
Bare your bosom to the sun.
Do not be afraid of light,
You are a child of night.

Open wide your arms to life,
Whirl in the wind of pain and strife,
Face the wall with the dark closed gate,
Beat with bare, brown fists–
And wait.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:
“Tea, tea, a wonderful drink, the more you have, the more you think,
the more you think, the better you write, so let’s drink tea
all day and night.” — Daniel Dalton

My Last Broken Heart
by Kelly F. Barr

He loves me, he loves me not.
My heart has taken another shot.
You’d think I would’ve learned by now
Not to fall for a romantic vow.

How many times past
Have I fallen too fast?
This will be my last heartbreak;
No more repeating the same mistakes.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

“All you’re supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.”     — Robert Anderson

Love From a Distance
by Kelly F. Barr

I stand beneath the night sky
And pick out the brightest star.
I imagine you staring at the very same
In the faraway place where you are.

We each whisper a simple prayer
As our hearts turn toward each other,
And our bond of love grows stronger–
A light no one and nothing can smother.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit: “You are less likely to get a caffeine crash” when you drink tea as opposed to soda and coffee, due to the high levels of antioxidants in tea, which slow the absorption of caffeine giving a gentler increase of caffeine in your system and a longer period of alertness, with no crash at the end.”

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

Tea began as a medicine and morphed into a beverage of choice!

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way.
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:
“Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.”
— Alexander Puskin

Character Driven

by Kelly F. Barr

They introduce themselves to my mind–
Men, women, children.
We need you to tell our stories.
Their histories, backgrounds, and circumstances unwind.
Notes spill from my pen and a story begins
As my fingers tap, tap upon my laptop keys.
Sentences, paragraphs, pages, and chapters flow;
A plot of conflict and romance weaves.
Nearing the end, and someone new arrives
Upending circumstances, challenging romances.
I thought I knew where this was going; now unsure–
My mind spins as this new person drives.
As the climax hits and the story begins to dive;
A gradual grade descending;
One broken–healed; One rejected–accepted; One lost–redeemed,
Bringing it all to a satisfying ending.