Best Java Poems
A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops used to be
The creek behind the house has turned to white
How silently she rests upon this morn
Her muddy depths completely out of sight
Beneath a face where ice begins to form
The trees once leafy raise their barren limbs
Where now those scarlet feathers can be seen
A Cardinal in flight upon a whim
Upon a winter morning so serene
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
And stare in wonder...at this world... amazed
...
A blue jay breaks the silence with his trill
That sends those scarlet feathers to the air
Across the creek they fly to yonder hill
Where combines of the windmills creak...beware
The sun begins to rise up from the east
Exposing all the diamonds in the snow
Abreast the oak and maple leaves deceased
The frosty face of winter all aglow
With gratifying java on my lips
With a big coffee cup held in my hand
I tap my table top with fingertips
While humming Crosby's Winter Wonder Land
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
I stare in wonder ...at this world...amazed
Written: Dec. 10Th, 2016
The coffee mug
that my ex-wife bought in London
has come to America.
Its printed message says, "Best Dad Ever."
30 years of morning coffee later
hot Java clears sleep from a clogged throat.
This day, I ponder on the merits
on not being the worst dad ever.
Luckily there are no mug logos
that convey only partial truths.
Java is everywhere
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Mish-mash of beats: coffee beans
Grind to Creole speak.
That first cup of java, is there anything finer
Than the aroma that wafts past your nose at the diner
It's a joy unsurpassed
It's a sensory blast
But it's even finer sipping java in my old recliner
© Jack Ellison 2015
The sun comes up and shines on me
To help me greet my day
A cup of coffee, then I get dressed
I'm out and on my way
I stop into my favorite shop
A latte with some foam
A bagel with some cream cheese spread
I pay and then go on
At ten I hit the coffee pot
To get an extra boost
It's gonna be a long, long time
'Til this bird gets home to roost
At lunch I have a sandwich with
Another coffee cup
Maybe something mocha like
I'm sure to drink it up
After work it's restaurant
A burger made with cheese
Pour me up a java cup
And keep it coming please
When I get home and I'm alone
I start a pot to brew
I turn the television on
And then I have a few
Java, whiskey and Kalua
Helps to end my day
Until the morning sun shines through
To start a brand new day
Rockman :-)
No better brew in life can be found
then that made from the grounds
of self confidence, sweetened
with self command and topped
off with the cream of accomplishment.
When sky is grey and east is clouded high
with ever coming stiffer breeze give mind
to take in sails and make things right with try
to keep bow pointed straight toward great swells kind.
Then we were close off coast of Java Isle
and she was pitching like oft one does find
in seas of vast strong blows, Neptune’s sour bile,
yet seen the harbor’s entrance plainly lined.
Give me to scold a pint of ale for safe
moor tie where we now wait on Captain’s mind
to pay for Java’s tea that doesn’t chafe
and stow below the crates that he has signed.
Now I’ve done my watch making tea is fine
all secured by strong lines that yea do bind
their cleats with bowline ties a careful sign,
this given order be on Captain’s mind.
Near tea sheds, along street where a man fights
for business during day hours, Kelna keeps
a saloon facing ocean’s harbor lights.
Above the place a bare room where he sleeps.
The Javanese locks saloon’s street door close
at night just before time when morning creeps,
that being time to leave for night’s friends, foes.
This know, a business record Kelna keeps.
Thought I’d have noggin right of Kelna’s ale,
it being rain and heat this Java night.
Can’t say for sure why Sooling like this sail,
but she came close to me with smile just right,
her eyes black like two crow wings flying near,
hips swaying time to music quite a sight.
Took Sooling by the hand finding table rear,
where we sat talking ending Java night.
Now I walked Sooling close to my ship, Gale,
ship’s grace well hidden by a moonless night,
a fetching dame beating the seas in sail,
full blown whose shape was a breath taking sight.
Near Sooling’s tea keep’s old shed where she made
her wage for keeping a bamboo hut site,
on finger prized possession piece of jade,
saw we hut’s gain at breaking morning light.
I am a coffee hound to say the least.
Without my java I can be a beast.
Just love that steaming cup
that warms and picks me up.
And productivity is much increased!
written October 22nd,2011
by Deb Wilson
for contest "Pick a Beverage-Any Beverage"
sponsored by Francine Roberts
That first cup of java, is there anything finer
Than the aroma that wafts past your nose at the diner
It's a joy unsurpassed
It's a sensory blast
But it's even finer sipping java in your recliner
© Jack Ellison 2015
I may speak like I’ve lost my identity
I may look like I’ve ignored my ideology
But in this body, a Javanese blood is moving swiftly
There is a deep bond, hard to be disregarded
The tradition that I never can understand
In their devotion of simplicity and modesty
Even in this era of madness
There are legacies that carry on
The thing that I should have done it too
Even if I was born in the age of technology
And some music is not an unchained melody anymore
I thought maybe music can relief me from the pain in my life
I don’t know why, the first time I heard the gamelan, it soothed me
Don’t know exactly their native language but I feel like I’m home
The music that has been long forgotten, the richest medication for the soul
Through their melody, philosophy is taught rhythm by rhythm
It’s the magical power from the past that keep us out from insanity
No matter where I will live
No matter what I become
Even in another part of the world
This is my root, this is who I am
The java blood in me, this is my identity
Addicted? Who me?
Could stop any time
One cup a day?
Would do me just fine
Aside from the shakes
Freaking out now and then
Craving that fix
Going off the deep end
Trust me I'm fine
Not being deceitful
Shakes aren't a problem
'Cept threading a needle
But I'll have to admit
Some lives have been ruined
Caffeine's the nemesis
Cut down on the brewin'
Whoever discovered it
Was a downright putz
To cause so much grief
With one li'l ole cup!
© Jack Ellison 2012
My day ain't complete sans a cuppa java
And it must be as blisterin' hot as flowin' lava
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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There once was a boy
Named Java Lava Joy.
One day Java was climbing a mountain
To get to the fountain
At the mountain top.
Suddenly he heard a bop!
Then came bursting so much lava
Down the side of the mountain that Java
screamed with terror!
He wasn't aware of the lava's color
Or the lava's burning heat!
Java jumped off the mountain
and landed on his feet!
He ran to his mother,
packed their bags, took some other
family members, and caught a plane.
Even though he would rather
go stay with his brother
than stay with his aunt and uncle,
Aunt Rant and Uncle Runckle.
They'd prepared for lava over ten years
The thought made his eyes filled with tears!
But everything was better when they got there
And after a while he did not care.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
I hear you brew
the sounds you make
I love every whistle
How long must it take!
The scent fills the room
Coffee heaven
In full bloom
I inhale
As I watch the pot fill
HURRY,
I think as my cup is empty still!
It is time
I fill O’cup
That first sip
The moment
it touches my lip
Then my tongue
It’s not just the taste
I know what’s to come
Constrict my vessels
One by one
Warm me up
On cold days
Coffee does so much
With little credit
In many ways
Coffee.