
Accepting the win
Enjoying to the fullest
Next time you may lose
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #229 Win&Lose

Accepting the win
Enjoying to the fullest
Next time you may lose
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #229 Win&Lose
What do you know about decaf coffee? How is it made? My inquiring mind wanted to know.
The first article wrote about the use of two toxic chemicals used – yikes:



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Different processes are explained here:
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/how-is-caffeine-removed-t/
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You might want to reconsider your choice.
A favorite of mine, great for a Monday–“Hope Floats”–because it does.
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Whack! The butcher brought down the cleaver to macerate the roast enabling tenderness in the dish. Then a jagged rake to soften the tendons into a gleimous mass to be stewed for broth. Being rather obtuse in the matter of degustation, he joined the beefy ingredients into a large heavy pot to brew for the chefs’ approval.
The head chef did not take part in the butchering, preferring the “outfront” ballyhoo the restaurant provided him. He concentrated more on the preparation of the serving as a whole, hoping to increase traffic to his place of business with a well designed plate. He palavered the souschefs to contend with the basics, as over the years, he found the butchering nauseating.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/wordle-211/
I apologize in advance.🙄
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Dreams of Paris, Venice, even Roma
Invade my thoughts in brilliant chroma
Not a result of using soma
But a hammer, causing coma.
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Image: Dude Named Joey DeviantArt
I hear your rant.
My words cannot spin it to bring you peace.
I bow under the cloud of darkness overtaking you.
My heart surges forth but cannot break through.
You must burn this page and write another.

Thank you for another intriguing art piece, Kira:

Reach
Rise up
Feel able
You have the strength
You are capable of love and success
Believe in yourself and it will happen
Wounds will be healed
Love will come
Tears dried
Peace.

Under the covers
Let’s hide in the warm blackness
Huddle together
We are safe in this small world
Our little oblivion

I said to Harry, better watch out
You know what happens after a drought
Did he listen, figure it right?
You know Harry, not too bright.
I said to him, Harry, we need a boat
When the rains come, we’ll be able to float
But you know Harry, way too lazy
Told me he thought I was crazy.
I said, Harry go get some wood
Build a boat, I think we should
Of course Harry went back to bed
It was left to me to go to the shed
I said Harry we need nails and a hammer
Harry from the bed yelled, stop your yammer
Then as I was building, the rain kept acomin
On the old tin roof increasingly drummin
I worked as hard and fast as I could,
Shaping a boat with the old wood
I said Harry, you’d better hurry
Even the shed rats are starting to scurry
Old Harry never got out of bed
I finished the boat and left the shed
I said Harry, you need to come quick
The water’s afloodin, clouds are thick
As usual, my voice he ignored
So I left him there in the flooded fjord.
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