Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
April 6—Beverage, libation, liquid…
Daily Ritual Drinks Drink
in the morning
I drink a cup
of snarling hot coffee
while watching the news.
in the afternoon
I shift to tea
either earl gray
or herbal tea.
a day without Earl Gray
is not a good day.
at sunset
I drink red wine
with my wife.
as the evening
shifts into night
I drink rum
or whiskey.
to eat the day
right.
Twist off the cap
Lay it in your lap
I'm your favourite beverage
Take a sip of your leverage
I give catering a double meaning
Leave the flavours of my heart overweening
Soft or alcoholic
Was your love for me hyperbolic
Do I leave you dreary in the streets
Every step your awareness depletes
Or do you look forward to tasting me again
No longer a recipient of your disdain
Completely unrestrained, sun drenched and yummy,
Tasting of the tropics, flavors so tender,
Falling from the coconut tree to greet my tummy,
Great amounts of fiber found in each bite….
Scrumptious like the mango, cashew and cherry
And, just like these – they aren’t nuts at all,
Instead, they’re a drupe, fleshy and a little harry,
The coconut palm is the national tree of the Maldives.
Coconut trees can bring 180 coconuts per yield,
Such a delicacy should be mentioned as quite tasty,
They bring so much sweetness to those who’ve peeled,
Despite those who thought coconuts were afflicted with a curse.
Though I didn’t realize the wonders of this flavor,
Now I know what it means to use coconut oil -
Feel the marvels of this amazingly beneficial savor,
Enjoyable in so many ways I can’t even illustrate.
Coconuts are more than just nuts that fall from the tree,
They pour out wonders in oil, butter and beverages,
Lasting long enough to prove that, to some degree,
Their charms make hearts flutter with appreciation for the drupe!
enhanced refreshment
bubbles at the surface burst
carbonation fizz
the fluid’s magic
virtue is revealed at last
bubbles of hidden gas
spontaneously
perform a brief dance in glass
like droplets through air
they don’t forever
come from the depths of your drink
once then vanish
a mystery to be traced
a delight you cannot taste
5/22/23
The by-far dull child at orphanage,
After placement on beverage,
Mathematics above average:
A sixty-nine percent anchorage?
Other kids could only vilely rage;
The most envious began fast to age
The once-empty thing at orphanage
Could thrice try syllabus coverage,
Teachers wasting words; he could manage,
No need to be under tutelage...
Means beverage gives one leverage
Kids' craving for it to encourage
Teenagers: Beverage leverage,
To them cash for purchasing courage
Dad and Mum willy nilly savage,
If their fine kids can't reach beverage.
A thing to cry over like carnage!
Can you name the President of Guatemala
How 'bout the islands off the coast of Sahara
Would you happen to know the currency of Iceland
And what about the most popular beverage in Spiceland
I myself have forgotten last year's Super Bowl Winner
Not to mention what I ate last night for dinner
As for my wife's birthday and our anniversary
I quickly mumble something far too cursory
So now that I've been relocated from the frying pan to the fire
My odds of living 'til sundown ~ two notches below dire
Pickle brine
Not so fine,
Blackberry wine
When I dine.
written March 7, 2022
for absolute, pure fun!
A Blossoming Beverage
hot apple cider
your scents, so ethereal
on this freezing morn
11-23-2020
Who wants to hear my latest diatribe
of how the world could stand to be improved?
Or quaff a pint, and hear as we imbibe,
of politics of which I’ve not approved?
Perhaps a glass of vintage Cabernet
would help one hear the stories of my life.
My search for love that doesn’t fly away
and of the dove I asked to be my wife.
Perhaps a fine liqueur might calm the nerves
of him who hears my faith's deepest conviction -
at best, which challenges; at worst, which serves
to drive between two friends a wedge of friction.
My alcoholic beverage of choice -
the pen that gives my heart a sober voice.
If I were a beverage I would go down smooth
Refreshing tantalizing and mesmerizing thrills
Expressing loudly how tasty I am
Closing your eyes reveling in its abundance of spices
Mulling over in your mind what could this possibly be
I shake you
Roll you beyond your wildest dreams
Wanting to share this flavor with those you know
Willing to risk it on those you do not
Telling the whole world it is needed when you are hot
So good that you will want more than a shot
Gulp it
Guzzle it
Try not to drown
Savoring it
For the lasting
Oh how good it is basking in its depth
Feeling like satin silk or even felt
down to your bones
maybe your toes
throw your head back
and laugh
it is good for the soul
I am a beverage
the Living Water
You shall thirst no more
Filling you up
Here take my cup
Have no selfish desires in your heart
I have loved you from the very start
This is from not just I
But from He Who sent me
You are an Apple of His eye
Coffee is the hot drink of
The gods, it must be
Because no matter how you
Drink it, it pleases
Its daily power
Ambrosia
Thrill.
Fresh ground eye popper;
The miracle medicine,
Elixir of life.
Barrier between the worlds
Of vibrancy and stagnation…
A cup of eye popp’in joe.
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