Best Decaf Poems
Smack me with your caffeine stick,
Hit me out of the park,
From the sleepy mire thick,
You kindle my life's spark.
A cuppa joe or just a cuppa,
Breakfast, lunch and even suppa,
Grind your beans into my brain,
Take away the mortal pain.
Decaf - such a dirty word,
I pity those from whom it's heard,
With a bun or coffee roll,
Bless you, cup, you've saved my soul.
Mocha java dirty mud,
I'd rather have you as my blood,
Now that I can actually think,
Do your due, brew me some ink.
Brashly dark, not creamy soft,
Raise my flattened mind aloft,
I take you hot, no need for ice,
Show me shores of paradise.
Categories:
decaf, drink, drug, heaven, morning,
Form:
Quatrain
Don't be bitter baby
You're the one I love
And I know how to sweeten you up
I swim into you
My dreamy brown
Steamy queen
Pass over my lips
Your tasty effusions on my tongue
Are intoxicating
When you go down
The warmth spreads through me
And you set my heart to racing
Too bad that's the reason why
My doctor says I have
To switch to dull, lifeless decaf
Categories:
decaf, funny
Form:
Free verse
Who Would Have Thought
By Valerie D. Staton
The first time we met I was a bit scared
To be in a union unequally paired
You smoked cigarettes, I did not
You liked the cold weather, I liked it hot
You drank alcohol, I drank decaf tea
Who would have thought you’d be the one for me?
Your clothes were unkempt and so was your hair
My friends were not fond of you, but I did not care
Shameful how people look outward not in
I saw a beautiful heart beating within
Only I could see the gem standing there
A gift that the Lord decided to share
We’ve never argued, nor have we ever fought
An oddly matched couple...who would have thought
Categories:
decaf, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The vegans eat their vegetables,
The carnivores their meat.
The gluten-haters stay away
From foods containing wheat.
The carbohydrate shunners
Won’t eat pasta, cake or bread
But can eat a pound of bacon,
Not the healthiest, instead.
Organic fruits and veggies,
Plus organic milk and cheese
Are believed to lengthen life, although
There are no guarantees.
There are those who don’t eat dairy;
There are those who don’t eat pork.
There are some who just use chopsticks
And reject the knife and fork.
There are decaf coffee drinkers;
Others guzzle their caffeine.
Everybody has a preference
When it comes to their cuisine.
So I’ll eat the foods I relish
And you eat the foods you choose
Since we both have the option, when offered
One another's repast, to refuse.
Categories:
decaf, food,
Form:
Rhyme
At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.
There's a flask of filter coffee
and a pot of tea, a fresh brew,
there are also other infusions.
Now what shall I pour out for you?
You may choose decaf coffee or tea,
perhaps camomile or peppermint,
maybe some barley cup – gluten free,
green tea with lemon, mango or mint,
or green tea with jasmine accents,
'revitalising lemon with ginger',
'pure fennel – all natural ingredients',
or 'wild apple cinnamon with ginger'.
Earl Grey comes in various styles,
vanilla chai or rose lemonade
and assorted red bush bags in piles.
It depends on how you'd like it made.
Then I should mention liquorice too.
You could sample 'blackberry and nettle',
or into the garden just for you
I could fetch lemon balm plus the kettle.
We've 'red berries infusion caffeine free',
hot chocolate, horlicks or ovaltine –
but these need more preparation than tea.
Oh, there's a lonesome bag lost in this tin.
To whatever I've brewed for you
I could add sugar or saccharin,
maybe milk (or soya in lieu),
then lift out the bag or leave it in.
Next time you come over to stay
your preference I'll try to remember
but I suspect there'll be some dismay
with yet more choice than November.
Now I have come to the washing up,
that Yorkshire tea is still in the pot;
filter coffee I've poured not a cup,
so into the sink I'll empty the lot.
Categories:
decaf, chocolate, drink, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
The bright sun chasing night awakes me with delight
Arising from my sleepy state is a terrible plight
Dragging forth to brush my tangled pressed down gray hair
Eyes barely open, stumble forth needing java juice and air
Turned on the computer to check emails and such
Drinking decaf coffee and answering emails but no rush
Breakfast soon was eaten devotion time swiftly spent
A few chores to straighten the house and even make a small dent
Bath time my daily spa, let the warmth penetrate
Dressed, ready to go ~let me face the day and not be late
A few errands need to be handled while in town
Lunch with my husband gives no reason to cause a frown
Grocery shopping to stock up on cleaning supplies and food
A task not really enjoyed but I let some joy exude
Afterwards I needed some rest and quiet time
Watching a movie that was not the best which was a crime
Facing the inevitable soon came to our life
Putting Cody on the Greyhound cut me like a sharp knife
Bedtime very late exhausted from the busy day
Tomorrow will be another list hopes of time to play
Finis
Categories:
decaf, life,
Form:
List
Ain't no wonder we're baffled about eatin' - ever'thing is taboo.
We're deluged by self-appointed gurus toutin' their points uv view.
Can't they desist and find somethin' more productive to do?
They can eat their tofu and water cress- I prefer a hearty stew!
The experts can't determine which is best, reg'lar coffee er decaf,
So I slurp my mornin' joe, settlin' fer a mug uv half n' half.
Fast foods ain't recommended but I'd fight fer Burger King Whoppers!
Ain't nobody tellin' me what I can er can't chomp on with my choppers!
Some folks say aigs is good fer you - some say they're not.
I eat 'em boiled, fried and scrambled - it don't mean diddley squat!
Another profound debate persists and causes me to muse,
Is whether it's wholesome er not to partake uv a snort of booze!
Seems these fellers jes' confound our lives and like to obfuscate,
Leavin' the rest uv us bewildered as they continue their debate.
My cholesteral, glucose and platelets wuz perfect in my last exam.
I've survived nigh four-score years eatin' pizza, cake and spam!
I guess its politically correct to engage in the latest dietary fad,
But in brief, here's the case uv my dear old Mom and Dad.
They et what they wanted and survived four-score years and more,
Never mindin' the cholesterol, fats and carbs that docs now abhor!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
decaf, food, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Ain't nothin' like a steamin' cup o' coffee to greet the early morn.
It'll calm yer nerves and git you goin' just as sure as you wuz born!
With mixin's added to suit yer taste, it must be scaldin' hot,
Decaf, regular, chicory-strong or mild, it really matters not!
Some folks prefer a styrofoam cup, others a massive mug,
But those proffer an indelicate way to down a gulpin' slug.
Others, a dainty cup and saucer, pinkie sedately bent,
Sippin' delicately so social faux pas one is sure to prevent!
I hear it ain't acceptable to dunk a donut in yer mug o' java,
Or pour coffee in a saucer to cool, tho' it's hot as flowin' lava.
But I ain't concerned about it bein' a great big social blunder,
As folks disdainfully stare at me as if I wuz some alien wonder!
Docs debate the merits of caffeine, whether it's healthy or not.
Let 'em bicker, I'll decide what to percolate in my coffee pot!
My dear old Dad had his daily caffeine fix, livin' 'til ninety-four.
I've done the same fer years and I'm approachin' nigh four-score!
Nowadays, fancy concoctions are brewed for the discernin' taste;
Expresso, mocha, cappuccino, even Irish whiskey laced!
Such exotic ambrosia to others I'll graciously defer.
I'll keep on slurpin' an ordinary cop 'o joe, which I much prefer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
decaf, funnysocial,
Form:
Rhyme
There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly
gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable
fractals pon escaped tauntingly mundane madness, twixt brass-tacks
wracks daunting tribulations throughout intervals of immoderately
spun matter-of-taxing challenges and perplexing puzzle pieces,
sans instructions far-side nonexistent proportions affixed with sticky
hot glue gun drivel or coffee pathetically absent jolting caffeine...
Categories:
decaf, confusion, crazy, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Alliteration
What a beautiful breakfast
This hotel embraces your stay
Everything you could wish for
To keep u going all day
The prunes I had were lovely
So juicy and fat
Now feeling a rumble in my stomach
Was I wise to eat that.
The cooked breakfast is not for me
So I looked for something close
Could have kippers if you wanted
That's what I chose.
They came all two of them
Cooked to perfection
With oozes of butter and lemon
Pleased with my selection
My friends husband made the toast
Has a fettish that way
Loves to see it golden
Suppose that fettish is ok
Now shall I have marmite
Or Marmalade and Jam
Or simply dripping in butter
What a pig I am
Then to finish off
Had a yogurt to eat
Lovely and creamy
Breakfast is complete
Drank cups of coffee
The decaf kind
Oh my I am so full
Need to walk to unwind
Whilst walking I burped
The taste of kippers abound
Next was a silent fluff
Knew the prunes were around
So this morning will have simple food
And not quite enough
No prunes or kippers for me
They make you burp and fluff.
Categories:
decaf, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
I remember when mornings meant coffee,
photographic caffeinated displays
Kind of silly really if you think about it,
but it meant so very much to me
I can still hear it dripping,
smell the aroma wafting through the office,
feel the anticipation building inside,
but that is all the remains, where once
A daily greeting, no touching, no voices,
simple written wishes brought about a smile
Allowing my day to begin with happiness,
knowing someone (you) were thinking about me
Now all I find is a blank screen,
electronically flickering on my frowning face
Like a cold cup of sorrow filled to the brim,
brewed in empty pots of decaf emotions
Vacant, staring…unlike the words
I rehearse each lonely evening (just in case)
For my dreams still pour of only you,
spilling from the dark roasted cracks in my heart
I remember when mornings meant coffee…
now all I find are grounds for sadness
Written for the Wake Up With Coffee Or Tea Contest – poetry contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
decaf, lonely, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Prefece:
You're sitting alone at the bar of the coffee shop and you've got the usual.
black decaf latte, today's newspaper, and that pen that smears blue ink.
It’s the same every night, that's why you come back. Monotony is relief.
The only move you've made in what seems like hours was to refill your drink.
Coffee Shop:
You stare at the latte like you’re about to open a gift.
Lifting the cup high, your lips sip the heavy cream.
Tired eyes watch the frosted window and the drift
that carries the uninvited snow effortlessly past you.
The room behind you is burning loud with conversation;
The same arguments, theories, solutions
It's a sickness stuck in the same old rotation.
Like hopeless addicts, they fiend for absolution
There’s talk of Plato’s cave that shrouds enlightenment.
Others discuss Gandhi’s hidden path to the same effect.
They repeat wise men’s words in circles they invent,
leaving what’s more than a hint of ignorance to detect
The sun sets and you're blinded by a glare as you look to the skyline,
the light glows as it sits atop the trees; you look down with a sigh.
Through the window you catch the eyes of a battered man, the look of isolation and despair intertwined.
The man’s face, streaming with tears, tells a story of one too many goodbyes.
What difference does this man make, which he is or what he needs?
You’ve seen it all before; a different movie, the same old theme.
Plus, the tilt of his head and pain in his eyes speak for him of his own misdeeds
Your stare stays locked as you say out loud, “things are always what they seem.”
You have a heavy feeling bring a question that stays planted in your mind
You wonder now if you walk the very path that hollowed this man's eyes.
The thought turns into voices, the words they say are all entwined.
Getting louder now, the more you try to block them out, the more they intensify.
-Jackson Kilgrow
rantedtirades.blogspot.com
Categories:
decaf, adventure, allegory, fantasy, fear,
Form:
Narrative
'I'll build a nest in your hair' / and plant some little trees in your garden / so don't despair // and when the morning is up at your windows / I'll be the musk scent in the breeze blows // your eyes will water the tiny forest / thinking of me hidden in that hairy nest // I'll bring your coffee and my decaf / you'll light a cigarette and I'll cough / for both the trees and on your behalf // cause you are the lyrics of this silly song / don't tell me what's right as I don't know what's wrong
Categories:
decaf, absence, cute love, dream,
Form:
Light Verse
>Some people who have me
Really love me true.
Although I am not too sure.
That's what they ought to do!
And then there is those that have me not.
And they would really love a lot.
Honest they would, I jest you not.
If you therefore do have me.
You love me quite a lot.
And if you don't you would like too.
Love to have a lot.
I cannot give you more clues.
As you're bound to guess.
What some have, and some have not.
Is money did you guess? Or not?
I only know as you might, so.
I have very little money,you know.
Until my books all do sell.
Then I'll have a lot as well.
I will not love it tenderly.
Because not long will it stay with me.
As wife will spend it rapidly.
On a house by the sea.
And of that money none I'll see.
Unless she takes me with she.
And we will live so happily.
In her new house beside the sea.
And this is all now, you'll get from me.
As now it is time for tea.
Although that last line is not quite right.
As I drink decaf coffee is that alright?
I have been writing far too long.
As night time has now come along.
So now I will say goodbye to you.
And try and sleep as I should do.
Good night, goodbye, oh I meant to say.
I hope some love/money soon comes your way.
(The mad Author)<
Categories:
decaf, allusion, best friend, happy,
Form:
If I were your love,
All of the loves that I experienced before you appeared
Would not compare to the love I'd gladly offer and give to you.
You'd be my pearl of great price; all others being forsaken.
In sickness and health, poverty or wealth, you'd always be mine.
If I were your love,
In the night when the moon is bright,
I would cuddle you up close and tight.
Each day, I would rise before the early light
And gaze as you lie there with never a fright.
If I were your love,
As an early riser, I would have my coffee alone;
Instant decaf, mildly brewed, and never strong with
Two spoons of cream barely sweet; and as the sun begins
To rise, I'd begin making your coffee and breakfast with
Foods that You most delight.
If I were your love
With dedicated devotion, I would serve you breakfast in bed
Followed by chores that best suit your needs. You'd know
A mature and pure love for you, shown with, not just the
words of "I love you", but you'd see and feel the love.
043023PSCtest. If I Were Your Love. Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
decaf, love, romantic love,
Form:
Verse