Best Cup Poems
Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Alas! At night stars dimmed and evil winds blew
midnight hour, I was served bones I could not chew
and a foul drink of bitter regrets and lying
as Fate had set me here, this ship of slow dying!
Such was a dark curse, uttered by her deep hate
For she turned to darkness to then alter my Fate!
Ten years had raced into oblivion's cup
into darkest seas we went, I never gave up
tho' soul had been impaled by poisonous blades
I clung to that romantic love that never fades!
Such as the poets of old sang and wrote about
Crying to the heavens, chorus of mighty shouts!
Chained was I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)
Note:
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https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge
Fill my cup
with poetry
and
sweet
lavender
petals rinsed
with
love
blended with flavours of empathy; a soothing
hot remedy on frosty mornings, when the sun
hides behind fogs of memories, add a pinch of the patience and a spoonful of saccharine solace to tea
lull the nostalgic notions lost in November mists of
flowing across moonless skies of sorrow for my
my cup of lyrical warmth rejuvenates senses life
as coldness seeps in while a poet weaves
hope through verses shaped in artistic
lines stolen from the stars
scattered across this cosmic
canvas
The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes.
Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze.
I look to the street, then down, then up.
A sense of unease, I sip from my cup.
Outside folks walking slow and quick.
The watch on my wrist starts to loudly tick.
Inside the eyes seem to fall on me.
I drink and wonder where she could be.
I feel as though I’d like to hide
A secret - not to the world confide.
From my teacup, I take a drink
As my silly heart begins to sink.
And now from behind a barricade -
An unstoppable, rushing cascade -
The masquerade ends. I gulp my tea,
And I can’t escape, but it is me.
By a familiar feeling now I’m haunted -
That, alas, I am still unwanted.
Whoever she is, she never shows up.
But, I take wisdom from my teacup.
What I’ve got here with every fault
Is better than nothing by default.
It’s better than insincerity and fluff.
Myself and tea are quite enough.
It is a family tradition
Passed from year to year
That we spend together
And celebrate with cheer
As the first snowflakes fall
We hear mama’s voice call
"It’s time for hot cocoa;
Come one and come all"
She asks nothing in return
Just quality time to share
Making each cup special
To show how much she cares
Now anxiously we wait
When leaves begin to fall
That cup of love to come
With winters first snowfall
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup, with glory at stake,
Sweden against the U.S., hearts ready to quake.
Regulation played out, With a nil-nil score,
Both teams gave their all. Their spirits never wore.
The tension in the air—as the clock ticked away.
The crowd held their breaths, in anticipation that day.
Extra time was granted to break the deadlock.
True, a win was staked—each side stood headlock.
The strain grows as there are no goals to be found.
As the clock started to tick away the time abound.
The shootout with penalties—to pick the winner.
In the greatest nerve-racking way feasible spinner
The U.S. stepped up, with confidence and might,
But fate had a different design, on this fateful night.
Three missed kicks—In the realm of soccer fights,
Sealed the U.S.'s fate, In a moment so tight.
Kudos to Musovic—and the Blue and Yellow,
For their resilience and skill, in a match so mellow.
In the realm of soccer, Where dreams bear flight,
This game will forever be a testament to their might.
The Women World Cup—a stage of pure thrill,
Where nations unite, with a passion that is real.
Though the U.S. may have faltered, In this battle so grand,
Their journey won't cease here—their legacy will still stand.
In the realm of soccer, It's not just around the score,
But the heart and grit, retain us coming back for more.
So let us celebrate the triumphs and the falls,
The beauty of the game captures us all.
In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
We witness moments of glory—battles fought with might.
Congratulations to Sweden—their win was sweet
All dreams in the field of soccer start at the feet.
A stage was built up, gleaming in the spotlight.
The Women's World Cup—the stakes are right.
I feel so warm cozy at peace
Stirring honey in my tea
It grounds me as if a magnet pulls me
From the top of my head to the rear of my seat
Soul is relaxed and focused on Zen
Tranquility and calm I’m sipping in
My third eye has super sight
Happy I am inside and all is right
A Cup Runneth Over
My cup in dry abyss boils over
Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing
Into foaming condensed extracts
Like effervescence of divine dust
That bubbles up to the rim.
Rescued like a fallen star
From arid droughts
You send my thirsting emptiness
Like a winter deer to search for streams
And find deep pools of dawning glory.
Purified elixir drips mercy
Into my crumbling calyx,
Molding a new chalice,
Brimming with benediction,
As tides of absolution rise into oblation.
A frozen vessel washed with snows set free
Bathes my nascent cup in all ruth
In swirling celebration’s release
As levees of grace break free
Spilling into this my new fashioned grail.
7-20-22
Contest: Pick a Title Vol 31
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: A Cup Runneth Over
It started with a cup.
The cup turned into a bottle.
The bottle made an addiction.
Addiction morphed into violence.
Violence grew into destruction.
Destruction Destroyed reason.
The reason delivered abuse.
-Fox
As You Have Your Cup Of Joe, Each New Morn
As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born
See those gleaming rays sun casts in its glow
For this world does daily its splendor show.
If you want more, try to hear birds singing
For Mother Nature her gift is bringing
Greater joy and beauty that pleases man
As was its call and in God's divine plan.
As day flows forth with its many treasures
Consider Love's gifts, its deepest pleasures
Under soft moon and with her heart so true
Give thanks for sweet kisses as they accrue.
As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn.
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2019
Sonnet, ( Early Morn, Drinking Coffee, Watching The Birds Play )
Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!
Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me so long to get over the pain.
I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move on...
Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my wooden door,i met
Somebody Special who loves me much
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play
Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and you were all that mattared to me...
That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
(FICTION) Charma
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 fearsome
Divide the beans and add hot water
Multiplies the bean aroma
Takes away the taste chaotic
Get this right - it's sums and logic
China cups the theory goes
Helps the smell go up you nose
Cardboard mug with plastic roof
Not as good, but where's the proof?
But their reason's most disjoint
Like whole numbers - has no point
You just need a rule of thumb
QED for us dumb-dumbs
(Entry for "wake up with coffee or tea" contest - shortened to meet rules)
I remember the first time I saw a ball,
Those exquisite black and white pentagons ...
The geometric excellence that intimated such mystery and excitement ...
I HAD to have one, and started saving my money that very day.
I was only eight years old, and football wasn't big in the U.S.,
But I still wanted that amazing ball ...
After a few weeks of saving and doing extra chores,
I finally held my own ball in my hands,
Turning those five-sided panels over-and-over,
Smelling that glorious leather ... I was in kid heaven!
When I took it to school in my backpack my friends went crazy,
All having to hold it and smell it, all filled with the same energy as I,
My gut tumbling in anticipation of what amazing things might happen!
My little town had no budget for American "football" -
With all its pads and expensive equipment, but we did have "soccer" teams,
And I joined as soon as I could, for the sake of that amazing ball!
We didn't get to see the World Cup back then ...
The 60's and 70's being very limited as far as TV sports,
But we all followed it in the magazines and papers,
And when, years later, we finally got to WATCH the World Cup on television,
It was the substantiation of years spent loving a game
That not many people even TALKED about in the United States ...
A game that my friends and family and little town had loved for years,
Now birthed to fruition and delicious reality right in front of our eyes!
My friends from other parts of the country had heroes -
Heroes like Bart Starr and Bill Russell and Micky Mantle, et al,
But MY hero was PELE', though many here didn't even know his name!
When TV brought the World Cup to kids like me, the world became bigger,
More exciting, and more joyous, all because of that wondrous ball ...
So many years before!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2018 World Cup" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Sponsor & Judge.
What a great day for golf in the middle of Fall,
feeling quite chipper I drew a smile on my ball.
My confidence rose as I stepped to the tee,
while I stared down the flag on this gorgeous par three.
I swung back the club that I held in my hands
and prayed that my ball on the green softly lands.
As the white orb pierced the blue Autumn sky,
I soon lost my sight with the sun in my eyes.
I strolled to the green with trusty putter in tow,
but no ball in sight. Where did it go?
I searched in the rough and the bunker of sand,
with extreme disappointment and useless putter in hand.
As my search would yield nothing, I was about to give up.
When a small voice whispered, "Just look in the cup."
Could it be that my little friend found his way in the hole?
Who would believe it? Not one living soul.
So I walked to the flag on this dreadful par three
and I smiled at a ball that was smiling at me.
To whom it may concern this poem is pure fiction.
11/23/20
An artist, unique imagination and an inexhaustible source
A cartoonist, comics have always fascinated the world
A painter, - "Scream" by Munch was sold for 615 million
A poet, is about finding peace in the chaos
A writer, when heart and soul dance together
A game-player ... the game is over
26-09-2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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