Best Percolating Poems
Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
I wrestle symbolically every day,
While whisking my whimsical mind
For palatable aroma of java-laced cream
Each tantalizing sip satiates soul scarcity,
I taste dopamine-inducing elixir
Idly percolating aromas amplify, blissfully
My psyche turns olfactory with each breath
Savoring pureness of quench coffee
True coffee lovers' sacred rite
Bred from mountain slope flora
Large, roasted grains
Combined with chives
Espresso of our selection
Invigorating the poetic muse.
A cloying symphony lingers
Caramel, chocolate, hints
Roasted beans croon a melody
Susurrous sumptuous surreptitious
startling soul's sempiternal shields
Java ushered to an ambrosian niche
Where time halts and fears sway
All worries dissolve
Java-infused serenade heals this soul.
Weary-treating opulent, black potion
Comforting and cheering
Sips reveal life's essence
A hint of sonata transcends clash
Every sip is a sensory delight
A fabulous favor, a flavor flipping
Utopian bitterness-sweetness mix
An inexhaustible smorgasbord style.
Aphonic aqua vitae aurifies my soul
Seeking solace in stories of slight delights
In this brew, I uncover truth
A breath of blissfulness brings youth
Let aroma spread as I sip and relish
Nurturing and boldening my soul
I am enamored with Java core virtues
An idyllic instant resolves everything
Breath to breathe, I'll purify my soul
Savor and sustain every drop
During my coffee ritual
Feel a link to a bit victual.
Categories:
percolating, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
early morn' espresso sanity
more than clouds in my caffè,
musings' sugared cuppa fancy
atop frothy dreamt wanderlust
& places to visit, people to read,
percolating poetic joie de vivre
Categories:
percolating, joy, muse, perspective, places,
Form:
Free verse
As night time sets in, my arms wrapped around you, waiting
Feelings of warmth I share with you, mine inside totally are elating
A field of darkness springs from the horizon emanating
Star seeds infinity planted throughout it, germinating
I hold you as still water surrounds us, your beauty without debating
You exceed all expectations exceptionally in a word, obliterating
My unhappiness that was brewing and percolating
As you enjoy a dozen red scents, twelve times more happiness, I wish for you than I'm relating
Your enchanting, extraordinary, respecting you even after those growing stars no longer radiating
Categories:
percolating, feelings, romantic, romantic love,
Form:
Monorhyme
Her heart was a watercolor foyer.
Drifting about eddies-beneath fatal falls.
Wishing away the violets,
morning roses and midnight glories.
Fading mist-stained beating.
Her loves inheriting the aromas
percolating from her water garden mind.
Those who thought they knew her,
stood high upon crystal browed shores.
Slinging burning stones and bits of bone.
Summing up her life in bold font quips...
She was that-she was this.
Green viper bitten -black moon kissed...
As her final pallet faded,
blackbirds escaped her brilliant veins.
Time greedily sweeps the gild to gray...
The thrashers scattering her starry soul.
Into the misty orbit of Monet.
Categories:
percolating, death, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
You are percolating
in many spangles with
visible echo's whelming
and sundrops expressions,
shimmering in...More estatic
than a staccato glowing firework show
coated with fluid inconsistancy.
You're slick with bursts of light
in tones glistening, exciting my vision,
envigeling my eyes with delight
drawing my awareness
to different facets, you squint and
glitter quicker; than all the darlings
on a Hollywood glitterati night.! Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Categories:
percolating, adventure,
Form:
Verse
Wafting on the morning breeze,
During manufacturing
Our whole town enjoyed the scent.
Maxwell House Coffee.
Freshness permeating air.
Aroma percolating.
Infusing memories of…
Grandma’s coffee pot.
June 3, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnen
Categories:
percolating, childhood, nostalgia, places, social,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Bristling yet beguiling winds are
driving snow sheets through the dark,
and, secured by brick and lamp,
I draw a comforter to my breast,
one woven by humanity.
I sense that each quickening gust
is pulling through the loom of time
life's many multi-colored threads.
A hickory brown is borne to me
of ships defying depths and dangers,
carrying dreams and heartaches.
Glistening now--the lucent blue
of fertile, percolating minds
genome maps and software.
I feel the orange of affection,
hearth and smiles and homecomings,
the warmth of song and story.
The blinking silver of fantasy,
visionaries, piercing sterility--
castles, stars, utopias.
Here is a filament of frothy pink
comedies, dances and levity,
play and spontaneity.
The looming strands of swarthy black
necessities, death, and armies,
relentless in their marching.
The golden promise of sacred texts,
altars, candles, hope,
encoded and translated.
Emerging, the green of recent growth,
rites of spring and passage,
learning and inner progress.
With such a large and lustrous blanket
in which to sink, like a new-born babe,
I'll toss some folds to you, as they will
easily stretch from here to there.
Categories:
percolating, color, history, humanity, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
RED MAPLE MEMORIES
Winters have ravaged me
twisted and broken my limbs
scalded me with burning winds
I miss the birds nest
torn from my grasp
by an icy gale
Spring tickles my roots
sets my sap to percolating
awakens my purpose
I long for the mist filled dawn
sweet trickling dew dripping
on my budding blush
Summers have soothed and parched
my crimson canopy, acknowledging
the cool succor of my shade
I miss the boy
his laughter, his imagination
climbing through my history
Fall, ah beautiful fall,
cool breezes reddening my cheeks
readying a soon to fall quilt
I smile at the antics of the squirrels
hear the good-byes of the travelers
stretch, shiver, succumb to sleep
8/25/2015
submitted to – Trees Personified Poetry Contest
Categories:
percolating, memory, seasons, tree,
Form:
Personification
I heard it percolating and I just knew it would be a most special cup
Every morning I anticipatedly go and wash out my old cup from the day before
The dread of doing dishes is always before me and with my meager income
Who can afford a maid anyways? Right?
I sit down to write as I do almost every morning
And through the steam from my coffee cup I saw him
Yes I did!
And you cannot convince me otherwise!
I saw Jesus right there in the middle of my coffee cup!
His reflection was brilliant and I almost saw his eyes of blue
I was smiling like never before and he was simply smiling back at me
Mona Lisa ain't got nothing on my Lord's smile!
And his smile is priceless too.
His smile is the only thing I long to see any time, anywhere, you name it!
Basically, what it boils down to is this...
You can find Jesus in anything if you really focus
I know I do!
Well, I gotta go now and enjoy my first and last cuppa coffee for the day!
gwendolen rix
1-15-15
Categories:
percolating, adventure, best friend, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Although yours truly modest,
the only personal issue
I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering
self worthlessness bred
if not prior to first grade,
than most definitely incipient,
academic deadlines
loomed large with dread
and exacerbated by procrastination
quickly adopted as linchpin
damned obsessive compulsive
currents (i.e. thoughts) fed
modus operandi, which intricate
schema writ over lifetime invisible
within this talking head
who ironically enough
never uttered a beep
engendered from lack
of confidence, esteem,
somehow worthlessness,
insignificance,
emasculation, et cetera
took root, and didst leap
(axon to neuron)
and said mindset did seep
percolating into every nook,
and cranny comprising
aging shades, transformed
gray matter, sans this
beatle browed bummer, a deep
purple, though easily mistaken
for minuscule Uriah Heap,
or perhaps, ewe might notice,
(albeit while in a sheep
push disposition) similarities
between mine fist
sized thinker, and another creep
pee totally tubular Charles Dickens
character, or maybe
even a commercial
for nano bot sized jeep
grand Cherokee keep
up a moderate clip despite,
and/or because I
oft times feel a light
buzz sensation within me quite
average gummed up noggin
jammed numb skull,
(essentially barren aged
teenage wasteland recently
undergoing gentrification),
(yeah how really) excite
ting, a no brainer fright
fully glommed with peevish
gobbledygook plus worthless,
obsolete, and crammed academic right
hand busily twiddling, scribbling,
and sloppily drafting
error riddled assignments
deliberately failing heavily
marked with bright
colors adding oomph
to mental blight
punctuated by
attaining puny height
(...oh, about seventy inches),
nonetheless, my slight
physique and mute quiet
as a mouse, I might
as well hove been a stand in
for Charlie Brown right
down to the tree eating kite
good grief - never an ending fight
with Lucy, hence now this knight
in rusty armor forever
disparaged his might
and attests to
20/20 hind sight!
Categories:
percolating, age, conflict, destiny, fate,
Form:
Bio
Waking moments with the strong aroma of coffee percolating throughout the house, I arise.
Drifting through the morning mists, I find my way to the kitchen where the hearth-fire
embers, still warm from the night, glow orange in the pre-dawn emptiness. Where are you?
You, who have left your plate upon my table, sticky with basil and fresh eggs? You, who’s
scent upon my skin I wear as the finest perfume, inhaling deeply into my soul, your
remembrance with every breath I take, where are you?
pastel promises
dawn labours rigid skyline
slate sky epitaph
I hurry to open the heavy wooden door, and gaze out as dawn cracks the purple sky and the
smells of spring gust through my doorways, erasing all doubt of what I know. There, fading
in the morning dew, I see your footprints luminescent in crystal light, imprinted upon the
deep green of the forest path. Your tracks are leading away, back from where you came and
where I cannot go, yet. I watch the sun climb the skyline, exposing the stark truth of
daylight, so harsh with it’s radiant glare, that I must turn away. Footprints fading, I
know you are gone, and I return to my cold fire to prepare for another day.
crocus awakens
obdurate rainbow transpires
mocking winter's shroud
Many more will come today, with gifts of food and flowers. I have run out of vases, and
places to leave condolences. Excuses for why I do not accept a visit run as dry as un-shed
tears through barren conversations. I cannot hear, and it is a great strain these
visitors; the daylight hours are too bright, and their apprehension too loud. Forgive me
if I offend, in my knowing of just where I need to be. I did not seek anyone’s advice
anyway. Looking out past worn curtains I watch for the setting. Crows gather on the
budding trees and raise ruckus in their frenzy to reunite. I know you laugh at me, waiting
as I do. I hear you in those black birds. It’s called a “murder of crows” you’d tell me.
I hear you in my mind, just as I always did, and I feel your presence as a warm breeze on
the small of my back, but it is not the same, and never was, you know this.
stark dusk descending
shadows jeer eternity
peremptory fate
Categories:
percolating, death, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Haibun
These days, you just gotta be so aware,
always on the alert ... busy looking around
Harm you might step into, so sniff the air ...
dog trouble’s out there laying snares down
Even when things appear harmless as can be,
keep a sharp watch out for a rude intrude
‘Cause a calm situation can change drastically,
with one ricochet word from a bad attitude
You simply gotta be more aware
of a loaded gun from an empty barrel
Of somebody lead poisoning the air,
fatally shooting a bullet-shaped arrow
Danger is lurking out there everywhere,
from loaded guns held by empty barrels
Death is dueling on an expiring time share,
a Caesar is mixing it up with a Pharaoh
Be mindful when you hear a percolating sound,
and extra wary when seeing a heated exchange
Keep your wits when hearing the pellets pound,
just don’t faint when you see the color of pain
You gotta be alert, you gotta be so aware
of loaded guns brandished by empty barrels
When they start lead poisoning the air,
deadly spray shooting bullet-shaped arrows
Young fellas hanging out with your friends,
you don’t know what beef they might’ve been in
Young ladies going places letting your hair down,
better be careful when you’re cruising around town
Older folks at night long tilting the short cups,
out at witching hour parking their gas brooms
Taking house chances, mortgaging their luck ...
arguments change the atmosphere in the room
You gotta be more aware
of the cold metal touch from empty barrels
You gotta be so aware
of the hot loaded rush from empty barrels
If not, you will be running scared
from those loaded guns held by empty barrels
Your heart will get fear impaired
from those loaded guns shot by empty barrels
Categories:
percolating, allusion, perspective, violence, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain
FOREIGN COFFEE
sluggish pulse
room ahiss
percolating
this fetid heart
foreign coffee
funnel brown muck
muck funnel smut
searching for words
plopping like mud
© Kim van Breda—8 January 2016
Categories:
percolating, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Bringing the bad attitude
will earn you no tips
Giving service with a frown and pouty lips
Coming to the job
with personal problems vexing your mind
Flipping the bird to the kids ... cloudy is your sunshine
Mixing the orders all up
has the customers grumbling
Swishing your butt like a ****,
as you walk away mumbling
under your breath
Feeling like you're a victim,
whose not being compensated right
Being up on your feet working all day,
those table tips are just way too light
You deserve better you feel,
a much better lot in life than what you got
So you come my way with a negative vibe,
percolating frustration like a coffee pot
Your foul demeanor left my meal with a sour taste,
lost my appetite looking at your unhappy face
Now you expect a tip from me, undeservedly
No how, no ma'am ... no way
But you did make me leave with a big smile,
when I saw you drop that food tray
Then you having to clean up that mess
was karma served, which really made my day
Categories:
percolating, jobs, perspective, rude, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Sum of two, percolating hearts
Two forks merge, Love's current to kickstart
Love's seminal streams nutrients cart
Naively, through winding conduits dart
Each mind's eye the vital signs chart
Through coronary arteries; blithe goals, hopes jump-start
Strains increase blood pressure, tearing conjunctive cells apart
Gritty plaque dams; communication channels thwart
From heart's door, through silted veins, corroding dreams depart
Alter egos swell; each inflammatory argument a counterpart
A professional, therapeutic stent does bypass lane impart
Until acute thrombosis does stagnant minds compart
Divergent heart streams dissected on Love's flowchart
Categories:
percolating, allegory, body, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme