Best Tea In China Poems
No greater gift then the gift of love
and when given freely, its purely love
Offering oneself to others is love
nothing else matters when we are in love
we can save a soul by one act of love
No precious gem shines more then love
no feeling in the world is more cherished then love
all the tea in China cannot drown love
It is the magic cure for all that ails, sweet love
I could not live without love
Love is my chalice, filled with goodness it
Overflows with goodwill.
Verily I say onto thee,
Enlist in the army of love, and be a warrior of love
LOVE ...
July 30, 2021
MAP OF EUROPE - OBJECTUM SEXUAL *
O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly;
Land stretching from White sea and Iberia
To Black Sea and Siberia.
O Europe, my virgin obsession geographical
Is verging on possession sexual.
Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of rivers, capes and bays it has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia
To excite its smooth coast and other geographic behavior.
Australians would love islands with romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South Americans cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such Nordic coastal features as Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing would give all the tea in China because she must
Satisfy her desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula, a bootless lust.
Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only large island in the world, Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world, Sinatra.
This Map of Europe is something I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world would be a mess.
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NOTES
1 * “Objectum Sexual” is defined on GOOGLE as erotic
love towards an object of any sort.
2 N. B. This poem is purely fiction
MAMMOGRAM
The doctor sent me for a mammogram
He said it was the right thing to do.
'It's only a simple little check-up,
Making sure all's clear with you'.
Not aware of what lay ahead,
I was in for a dreadful shock.
The nurse said to take off my bra,
Then plopped my boob on a block.
Another block came crashing down,
Which squashed my right boob flat.
Oh such pain and the agony,
As on that block my boob sat.
I was told to stay very still,
But I nearly fainted with pain.
Now once this is over, that's it,
I'll never come back here again.
The right side has been completed,
My left one had still to go through.
Nurse said I must return yearly,
But I thought 'I've got news for you'.
When finishing that cruel ordeal
I needed to calm down a bit
One thing that really works for me,
Is to have a chocolate hit
It is the best food invented;
Endorphins released to the brain.
What a blessed relief I found,
Its calming effects do contain.
My boobs were bruised black and blue,
I needed to wear a binder.
I'll not go near that vice again,
Not for all the tea in China!
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2014
Broken dreams
Tonight I`m happy and sad
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I`m drunk too
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
Let alcohol give winds to my sails.
I`m a clipper buying tea in China
not useless toys
Sleek the line and the women admired me
let the clipper sail
I don`t care I will stay here and
make love to you.
I`m sorry I left you, my Liverpool girl but
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans
Guatemala I got there by chance
the beach in the moonlight
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one day more
but the ship always sails to other shores
and I never got to write
the poem of my life
Me.
I think about myself most of the time,
My strengths and weaknesses; things
To support my moods, thoughts of crime.
Self indulgencies, hatred and sufferings.
The world which seems to offer dimes,
Cents but though not fully an intellectual
I do have an abundance of what you call
Common Sense and this I treasure more
Than all the tea in China, all the pastas in
Italy and all the noodles from Singapore.
Mind tick tocks with thoughtless motions,
Clocking up the seconds, minutes, hours
As time passes, watching the movements
Of humanity, it's weather vane of showers
And sunshine co existing. One wonders
Who the aliens are. Perhaps humanity is.
Perhaps I am. Perhaps you are. I ponder
These things frequently and perhaps it is
Why I am tired so often; my mind needs
Rest from the endless naggings of doubt
And interior brush strokes of colored sin.
Keeping my mouth closed for sake of kin
Spread through argument; riotous shout
Of disapproval, chagrin the food of malice
And deceit. Oh! how my dear heart bleeds
For solace and peace. Filthy dark chalice
With words filled to brim and overflowing
With gall and contempt, spilling into the
Crevices of my spirit and soul. My view of
The world is as you may well ascertain;
Jaundiced with detremental well being
Of self and humanity in general. However,
I shall always scale the Holy Mountain
Of forgiveness and repentance seeing
As I always seek the goodness in everyone
I meet and this attitude grants me a stay
Of execution regarding myself and others.
Mercy, mercy and thrice mercy. The Three
Amigos have their say and will always pray
Where there is hope there lies a new day.
Myself.
I agree with Me.
I.
I agree with Me also.
The dress was a vested interest
In looking good; the hair drifted down,
Soft Grecian lines that curled
Over sun-browned skin
Camouflaging freckles on her back.
Roving eyes took in the seated diva;
Her throne(worth all the tea in China,
Maybe more) was The Solar Bird,
A bronze, by Miro.
Her exit was the East Wing’s nearest door.
Whats in the news today
and how much snow is on the ground
they say in the paper there is 2 600 homeless people
in my home city
but word of mouth and the people who work in the centers
estimate its more like 5000
so I ask
is this a protest of a country who has been lied to
who was led to a war that did not concern them?
who demands to have their own backyard of chemical warfares cleaned up?
Is this a protest against war of I'll never pay taxes
but I'll humble my own country
turning innocent men into serial killers
who join the smuftee killing patriots levelling a country flat
firing machine guns at innocent men listening to dance music
not to mention the reports of raped thirteen year olds and arson
and parents being forced to witness the whole thing before being executed
So I ask
wanna know about terrorism
as winter approaches
and you know soon
you're gonna be walking amongst streets
of frozen corpses
because there is nowhere left for them to go
and the soldiers join forces with some other country who feeds you
lies through the television
and then your own backyard says were going in to peace keep and the truth
surfaces that yes it is an all out war and we've been lieing all along
5000 homeless
a protest?
a government abnormality of one city?
terrorism of chemical warfare
and we're told some government across the ocean
can't handle their own nightmare of terror and assassins
so we have to go in to attack them
even though 9-11 under rug swept from years ago through our books of lies
was an event they catapulted unto somebody else!!!
5000 homeless
are we under attack?
Is that why no ones worried about the seial killings
of hookers turning up in fields anymore that farmers keep reporting?
Is taht why every neighborhood is swarmed with druglords and junkies?
and the prison that houses 300 has more than 700 people in it?
and all i see in my head are frozen corpses
and now i'm wondering
do the professionals im amongst
helping me through this rough patch
are they on medication too?
did we point the finger in the wrong way?
Is it US or them
and what does that have to do with the price of tea in china ask the British?
but what does my underground know of saints
divine intervention and methods to madness?
A panda, called Amanda
thought she was so much grander;
and ever so much finer
than all the tea in China.
Although a little fatter
(Which did not seem to matter)
than leopard or the monkey;
she was, for sure, less chunky
than mistress trunky trunky;
who had the largest belly
this side of Eastern Delhi.
Amanda lazed, ate bamboo;
sometimes practiced her Kung-Fu
(which didn't make her leaner,
or alter her demeanor).
The panda called Amanda,
knew she was so much grander
than all creatures on the earth,
even with her portly girth.
Share your love and spare no moment to inject care
Into the marriage you initiate and create
I’ll grant you happiness and play fair
As you and I appreciate and celebrate
Decades of love in August you’ve given me
Unstintingly through thick and thin
Although I haven’t always been the ideal you wish I could be
To love, to hold, to mean
The world, the safety, the comfort, the support
You expect me to field, to yield, to wield
Understanding in every aspect I report in the port
You and I vowed in August to build
To honour your dignity
Your commitment and dare to withstand distraction
To buttress humility, nobility and sanity
In action, affection and veer away from action from external attraction
While keeping my eyes on the bigger picture
Scintillating in years of bliss
Developed, enveloped and evolved into the culture
I ought to promote into a matrimonial art, at least
As August supports and reports indelible memories
Built on solid ground
In real times with sumptuous stories
To share love, declare our ship fit for purpose all around
For God designed for you and I a home
Four decades ago
In Monze, not in Vienna, Venice or Rome
A delicious, precious home that for all the tea in China we can’t forgo.
Last trip he jumped ship
Off life's ocean liner
Asking you what's that got to do
With the price of tea in China
Uninspired he grew tired
Of the massive here and there
Another sign of the times
With the man who doesn't care
Taking all he's given
In opinions over time
Says a fool will only do
Enough to get by
According to the warning
In the buyer beware
Much the same in what you give away
The man who doesn't care
No need to borrow sorrow
In these days of make believe
Easily seen within reach
As they hand it out for free
Time is wasted in the making
If all you do is stop and stare
That's why each day he goes the way
Of the man who doesn't care
You sat still at Miss Binnington’s
No swinging legs or kicking feet
Back pressed against chair back
Bottom firmly held to chair seat.
Children seen but not heard
A rule very seldom broken
Only in reply could
Any word be spoken.
The starched table cloth
Pristine white and clean
Ironed and smooth with
Not a wrinkle to be seen.
Cake stand with its little cakes
Placed precisely in the centre
A reverent hush prevailed as we
Waited for Miss Binnington to enter,
Bearing tea in China cups
Delicate and thin
Really the only way then
To serve tea in.
A little decorum followed
Until she quietly departed
And then, only then, was
Our afternoon tea started.
Eat as silently as you could
As delicately as you were able
Only an uncultured yob dare
Put his elbows on the table.
Seventy years and more years ago
Miss Binnington’s now long gone
A more crazy and frenetic world
As the century rolled quietly on.
Children these enlightened days
No longer sit silent and in awe -
Good manners and respect
Don’t seem to matter anymore.
Some times things change
A little more than they maybe ought to
I think sometimes we now
Throw out both baby and bath water.
Your my cup of tea
Your the only one for me
I really like you
you make me glad
I can't stop thinking of you
have I've been had
Quickly kiss me
before I turn blue and sad
When I hold you
my thoughts turn naughty and bad
I couldn't leave you
for all the tea in China
I wouldn't leave you
for all the tea in China
There isn't enough of anything
if it comes without you
I couldn't leave you
I wouldn't leave you
for all the tea in China
I worked so hard
to find my love true
I couldn't be happier
that you love me too
It's time for those blues
to fly away
It's time for happiness
time to play
All I want is to be with you
each night and each day
I couldn't leave you
for all the tea in China
I wouldn't leave you
for all the tea in China
There isn't enough of anything
if it comes without you
I couldn't...shouldn't...wouldn't...leave you
for all the tea in China.
Let's take a coffee break.
Broken Dreams
Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I´m drunk as well.
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
let alcohol give wind to my sails.
A clipper buying tea in China
not useless plastic toys.
Sleek, the line and the women admired me.
Let the clipper sail.
I don´t care; I shall stay and make love to you.
I´m sorry I left my Liverpool girl
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans.
Guatemala, I got there by chance
a beach and moonlight.
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one more day.
The clipper sailed to other shores
I never got to write
The poem of my life
I sit in my yard with a cup of steamed coffee
and watch a mother bird feed her little baby
The fence does not impede my curious eye
nor the strapping beans that are taller then I
My dog is lazily wagging his tail to and fro
the sun is playing hide and seek with a go
Life is good in Postal County, all is just fine
and the sky is the color of white April wine
I sit in my lawn chair as I wander and stare
at the shape of the clouds so puffy and fair
If truth be told I wouldn't trade this time
for all the tea in China cuz , it's mine...
July 1, 2018
I'm stayin' up too late again
but wanna say this to you, my friends:
Your presence to me has more value
than champagne soaked diamonds coated with all the tea in China
pixie dusted to oblivion's paradise paradoxically coated with
olive oil and sweat pheroming gruntingly
grudgingly
boisterously beautifully
to somewhere.
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Thank you. Very much.