Best Cappuccinos Poems

Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169


Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless workers - every nation
Need a caffeine drink equation

Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos
Our calculator super heroes
Measured, reasoned, wrote a theorem
Clockwork system - mighty...

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Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos 
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose 
Icebergs splitting from their source 
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest...

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Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169


Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless workers - every nation
Need a caffeine drink equation

Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos
Our calculator super heroes
Measured, reasoned, wrote a theorem
Clockwork system - mighty...

Continue reading...

lost my two front teeth 
in a fall 
this past fall
put two shiny new Washington quarters 
under my pillow 
to get replacements

Daddy told me 
that his dental plan 
will replace
only up to one Roosevelt
in a twelve month period
if at all

he said that this condition
was a...

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broken strings 
on your guitar 
no longer get repaired
and rough songs 
lay scattered
'cross your room

you're not here 
where lattes
where cappuccinos  
meshed with your tales
of soul, of sex
and reparations

your dream 
came by today
a thirst for those stories
that brought us joy
that brought us tears
clinging to their...

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No chatter patter, I'm alone in a lonely house as winter arrives
My thoughts fly to you as you travel afar in distant regions
You still write me letters, though with fewer lines
Yet, they are filled with music for my soul 
You took care of all my...

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6/20/17


Aye
Okay

Here we go
My first and last initials are D.O
Paying haters little mind, and smacking 'em away like a mosquito
With the force of el Nino
Skills of Morpheus and Neo
Knowledge of C3PO



Been in and out of a few casinos
I've bought tools and supplies from the home depot
And...

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To the cloudy evenings that darken the day;
To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes;
To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour;
And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky;
I yearn to return.

To the melodious chirping of the sparrows in the...

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We were visiting good old Niagara Falls, the most beautiful place on earth. With its waterfall cadences and fresh lit sun, who could ask for anything more.  Hand in hand we strolled together wearing summer sandals light as air.  We talked and spoke...

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A beaver and a bandicoot,
After playing squash one day,
Were sipping cappuccinos
At a quaint outdoor café.
"Ah, thish ish sho like Parish", 
Lisped the beaver with a sigh.
"And I," remarked the bandicoot,
"am 'minded of Mumbai,
And Rome, and Barcelona,
And so many other places."
The beaver merely sat there
Being quiet...

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BLOOMED

I saw a vision in the early spring,
A haunting vision of pure loveliness.
Her silken hair cascading down her back,
She sat there, lost in thoughts of who knows what.
I coughed discreetly, guilty to invade
Her silent reverie;, her private thoughts.
“May I join you, every table’s full?”
She smiled,...

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Heartache is my Dirty Laundry:

Heartache is a wrinkled, white tee-shirt used to mop up the leaked water from my 
shower. It lies on the floor obedient and rejected. It is ignored for two weeks and 
resented every time I step pass it to take another...

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Our burdens are lifted—it’s spring break, after all.

Though ocean breezes, surf sounds, the smell of sunblock,
fresh tans and bottomless margaritas at the beach can be healing,
we decided to vacation on campus and find joy in small, everyday things.

Yesterday, we went to the farmer’s market, where...

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The little humble bean
that found its way into a cup
made a splash upon the scene
after Kaldi’s goat had stirred it up

it travelled fast and well
from Ethiopia to Yemen
some called it the drink from hell
until Clement became a fan.

the aroma crossed the pond
and Boston had to...

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Grandma, we miss you 
You were loved by all the family 
Each and every day 

We had lots of fun together 
Never to be forgotten 
Grandma, we miss you 

You loved cappuccinos
And heated dinner plates
Grandma, we miss you 

All the family together at New Year
Going...

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