An Ode

so small
and ugly…
a mere bi-sected
ovoid sphere…burned,
then joined with
its brethren
to die a second death
being crushed
to dust
by spinning,
metal blades
but not merely
burned and crushed…
then made to endure
a cascade
of scalding water
you suffer
disgrace
after
disgrace
and then to top
it all off
you are discarded
like so much refuse
but somehow
you’ve filled my cup
with an elixir
that warms
my heart
and brings a smile
to my face
oh small, ugly
coffee bean,
you did not die in vain

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written for dVerse, where Victoria is having us write object poetry.  Click on the dVerse link to see what other poetic contributions have been made…or write your own poem and join in the fun!

The Earth is Doomed (or is it?)

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

Quarrog was always surprised how easy it was to infiltrate the homes of his victims.  In fact, he didn’t have to do anything at all…they just picked him up and carried him in.  Once he sent word back to his home planet, he was confident the invasion of “Thee-yurth” (as the inhabitants called it) would be quite successful.

What he didn’t realize was that the only reason he was getting in so easily was that he looked exactly like a lamp, and the only homes that his people would infiltrate were the ones where the owners were shopping for lamps.

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