Best Arabica Poems

From the tomb of life my poor heart does bleed
The depth of my grave is so deep I see
I struggle to breathe rich fresh air...

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When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul, 
her milky quartz crown 
            ...

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It's not the cup but the coffee within.
Arabica beans, fair trade
organic and shade grown
often from a woman's cooperative in Peru
then roasted in small batches
by a...

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though you may not be a trucker
never have driven a semi with your CDL
never 
ever
even thought of coasting up above the open road
putting thousands of...

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Our screen door creaks noisily
And is for us the sound of solace.
Pale green walls and wood floor polish
Absorb every footfall with relish.
Cold tiles demand their...

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A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of  mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya,...

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Injera of Africa
Fermented flatbread
Of grain, not arabica
Glory in a bread
Crepe, but not the least
Serve and feast
Teff...

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Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole, 
Caught me a Fish with a garden Mole. 
The Fish got battered by a chip shop...

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I
order
some coffee –
Americano –
wait with anticipation.
Superheated steam scalds the essence from the beans,
then rising from the cup, that rich fresh-brewed aroma.

I
savour
the vapours –
pure Arabica -
then...

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Coffee.
I may be Arabica ,
I  may be robusta
Take me when you want
I give you satisfaction
Plant me,change your life
Rich you will become,
Yes rich ,I tell...

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Bob, the cat, lives in the room number 13 of the sixth avenue.

He likes fish, rollercoaster, ice cream cones and Sunday papers.

He's an artist. He's...

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Whispers at eve marry wisps of steam over red eye
And beneath the table my feet finds yours for a footsie
Where we hope God's seven eyes...

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The George Chronicles: The Plan of Darkness: 3 part series

As the Eastern sun breaks way through my 6 panel discolored window 
I glaze in amazement...

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The care of a wine seller,
We kiss in sibilant hiss,
Old Jamaica on her lips,
I can feel a touch of gin
A fleeting jinni,
Playing roulette in my...

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The Only Star For Me

It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks 
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away...

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