A real cup of coffee feels nice on the tongue
it has a pleasant mouthfeel and it is warm
Some think dung coffee lists high on the rung
while others believe it contains fungi-form
A teenage diary with a fountain pen nib
quiet often it holds emotions real true
Melodramatic entries sometimes its a fib
oh it comes easy when your feeling blue !
A serious person has two brows knitted
thinking about things between the ears
A stand up comedian often quick witted
peak-brows it as he jokes & draws near.
All alone in my later life just my memories and me
Reminiscing about my younger years
With a lovely cup of tea.
Thinking about loved ones who have been and gone.
Time has gone so fast has it really been
That long.
Days slip into weeks and months slip into
Years
Laughter in happy times and in sadness there were tears.
Thinking about going school and getting my first job
They never paid you in pounds notes you worked for a few bob
I remember caring for my children when they were ill and sick
Now the tables have turned as time has gone by so quick.
So here I am thinking how my life used to be
Smiling to myself with my lovely cup of tea.
I was born in a cup to small,
Not enough room for me to grow.
I don’t grow much,
I just sit in quiet and such.
Alone I usually am.
My cup is dirty.
And broken,
I’ve hit the glass,
In hopes to make it bigger,
But when I do I shatter.
I burn it all comes out.
And I realize,
I wasn’t born in this cup.
I put up these glass walls myself.
And this cup that is,
Dirty.
Small.
Shattered.
Is me.
shes sweet and salty
reeses peanut butter cup
I cant resist her
Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand
Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land
Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned
Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand
Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland.
Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned.
Puts on airs, acts like she is ever so grand.
Trips to Latte Land are pretty much daily planned.
Entitled Cup
We All Have Divergent Opinions
Some Of Them Rise Like Demons
From Tortured Raging Fiery
Magnanimous Cauldron Hate-Full-Ness!
Some Of Them Hiss Like Serpents
Cavorting Wet From The Deepest
Darkest Slithering Am-Big-U/Us Depths...
And...
Arise Now!
*** Storm!!! ***
We're All Entitled To
All Of Our Opinions.
[Come Hell Or High Water.]
-Gray Squirrel
05-30-2025
One cup was enough
to curl his toes
as caffeine
the psychoactive chemical
allowed no doze
or more than a mug
no matter how roasted
the polyphenols
affected his free radicals
'til he did feel really quite toasted
and yet with no wish to upset
the happy home
after so many years of married life
he chose to grin and bear it
the 'Harried Hubby' syndrome
for altho' his dear wife
brewed her coffee in a pot
bad-tasting as it was
grounds for divorce
it was not
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
The love I have for you wakes me at night.
It sends me out at all hours shouting,
Darting down the sidewalk in both directions.
It never smiles and always expects the worst.
It looks for you when you’re already there.
The love I have hollows me out with bombs when I sleep,
Then packs the broken spaces with flowers and scenes recalled,
Of walks to the car wash when you were three,
A spit-matted bear, clutched at your tiny hip.
I have no choice in loving you,
As much as a cat has whenever it bathes
Or a bird born knowing how nests are made.
So too am I mastered by codes too old and close to see,
How you’re in a cup in the hands of life
And the worried cup is me.
tin cup music
life’s story was etched on her face
carved with pocket-knife memories
rubbed in with grammar school erasers
and colored like heavy wet fog
on a stinson beach winter’s morning
.
smiles were kept tucked in her pocket
until a coin rang out like handel’s messiah
hitting the bottom of her tin cup
a reminder of how far she had fallen
in a life written like a fourteen-line sonnet
noise from darkened streets and shadowed corners
became comforting street sounds
as she curled in her coarse wool army blanket
now clutched to her chin and pushed by her toes
until she found sleep in her cocoon of warmth
.
then a little girl jumped on chalk-drawn squares
skipped rope and laughed while running into the wind
and peeking around corners in games of hide and seek
oh, she chased her puppy and hugged her kitten
in dreams constructed with yesterday’s pieces
awakened, she wondered when she last cried
tears no longer fell easily
and the gurgling complaints in her belly
reminded her that morning erased dreams
as easily as dreams erased the pain of living
tolbert
COCOA
Cocoa drink decadence
Crème de la crème whirl whipped
Cinnamon r e s o n a n c e
Chocolate flavor sipped
Chopped finely semisweet
Carob powder sweetens
Cups up rich tasting treat
Thousands half-naked people
Roasting under the scorching sun
Extracting billions of coffee beans
Transported by steamboats
Sailed hundreds miles away
Unloaded, traded and grinded
Brought to a modest cafeteria
Someone fry, boil, and serve
A cup of sweet aroma coffee
To a coffee-lover customer.
When I am feeling stressed or anxious,
the best remedy is a simple cup of tea
It doesn't matter what kind,
just that it is hot and frangrant
It calms my soul as it goes down
“Cup of Hope”
Blood poured from his heart,
staining the floor.
Thundering tears poured
from the rafters in her soul.
She kissed his lips.
His last breath hers.
She held him tight,
Her Knight had passed.
Lightning struck,
the sky turned black.
He rose to the heavens.
She prayed for life anew.
That time will cease,
when they renew.
She knew it then,
she knows it now.
She lives in dreams;
paints one every night.
You are my love.
my life, my hope.
We’ll love again,
in a galaxy far.
In my hands
I hold a cup.
A cup of gold.
A treasured cup.
It runneth over.
It runneth over with love.
We’ll share this cup
when we meet up there.
Bring the wine, come let’s dine and have our fill
Of life’s best, be my guest, the world forget;
Let’s have fun, work is done, I’ll foot the bill.
What, your wife? Have a life, man, make her vexed
Just this time; ‘tis no crime to let her fret
For a while, make her rile--even perplexed.
Stay with me, your mind free from care--don't frown;
Here’s a toast, make the most, the night’s young yet;
Fill your cup, raise it up, our sorrows drown.
October 23, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
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