I always think about you
From morning until night
Then always dream about you
Until the break of light
I always bring your coffee
Though to an empty bed
But still you always take it
If only in my head
buddy hear this coffee factor
my dad drives a jumbo tractor
if you say to me
drink some herbal tea
you will need a chiropractor.
At the coffee shop, a chap walked in,
Ordered a latte, wore a sly grin.
With a carrot, he stirred, no spoon in sight,
Perplexed, I stared, as my thoughts took flight.
The buzzing barista continued her work,
Same as the patrons, did not notice the quirk.
In loud sounds of chat, my mind left to wander,
A carrot in coffee? A concept to ponder!
No others had noticed by time he had gone,
And I said, "WTFWT, on this very dawn?"
The insanity of sighting a veggie conductor,
Beta carotene coffee? A caffeine constructor!
Alas, I sipped my drink, a secret to declare,
Not java but whiskey, the truth now laid bare.
A twist in my brew, a profound virtuoso,
Special ingredient that gives coffee its mojo.
The buzz in the shop matched the buzz in my cup,
Unraveled the mystery of the orange root foul-up.
At end, the coffee shop's great unsurprise,
Was due to my whiskey, not his carrot supplies!
aromatic and deep mahogany
decoction swirled with steam
a cupped nectar of rebirth
morning glimpses of heaven
first sip a remembrance
nuanced tincture
delicate demitasse
mmm...Mine
Sunday breakfast love
Joy with daughter and grandson
Eggs kisses warm hugs
May 17, 2020
5pm PST
Poem 1,272
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And just like Summer.
Your love warm and hot- like steam.
Coffee best serves two
'Oh I brew my own beer'
Laura said to her peer
I heard all
In this fall
That I was not so near
Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk
Stared on him and questions accumulated,
Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes
With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight!
Aged like the finest wine ever stacked
Distilled and refined from raw extracts,
Extract which waited days or years to pass
From the processing standard of a Master's touch!
Brewed and grinned in circles and continued pounds
After surviving the raging heat of consuming fire,
Fire that brings chemical reaction and releases heat and light
Which you consumed and made you master life.
Maestro...why I like you?
With my age, I am not supposed to be with you...
Yet you tasted good, you fill my cup
You excite me with what and how you being packed!
Inner Whispers
Brewed in Holland
Ah the land of Orange
In the land where the blond daises
Drinking in heat waves,
Sharing smiles and holding hands,
Rescuing black, dirty hearts
And then they fall apart and only pity kisses
Hold them together.
Love is brewed
And love is drunk,
In love together,
Whatever there is together
And kisses each other,
Only to kiss at Death’s feet
In those later years.
It is in the blowing of winds and thoughts-
In the Fragments of coherence.
Beauty swings. Laughter slides.
The sun-tanned sands of time crawl
In metaphorical rhythm.
Meaning floats like a dawn-lingering fog.
Damp yet almost non-existent. Gentle yet
At times blurring.
I wonder about anything and everything- childishly curious.
Playgrounds.
Streets that extend in front of my eyes like
Darkness at midnight.
A blend of happenings.
A welding of perception.
A farrago of senselessness.
I am compelled to question every word
That comes to mind
And then follow this uncertainty
By inquisitive why’s.
Wings flutter. Shadows reflect on opposite surfaces.
Distances. One might think of speed.
Time.
The ever-turning carousel-
Time...
Red freckles that eventually sink into the wrinkled
Oceans of time.
Time that brings with it only more time...
Clocks that tick..
Bells that chime...
Smiles..voices..
Mishappenings and rhyme
That only add to the dusty
Contents of memory.
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