molecules lower into mist
then smoke and screenshots
my nicotine grows from roots
onto tongue into thyroid
deliciously fresh I blow
sprays across crisp lawn
true blue sky sings its songs
massaging through trendy T-shirt
day moves harmonic, stylish
cigar shortens
I’m patient with cameraman
he is late as usual
our canvas is painted
with muted colours of farmlands
organic every morn
let us go for cappuccinos
before work starts in ernest
in coffeeshop we’ll love
ourselves f o r e v e r ~
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BRONZE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry Imagery Contest
May ‘26
Contest : Write a Beautiful Carpe Diem
Sponsor : Constance la France
2nd Placement : Standard Contest
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“ The Now Moment is all we really have, holding our atomic Universe in its infinitisimal palm, thorn pierced and tender. ” Poet
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Peeped through drapes after domino dreams
debris falling from dim dubious sky
beautiful strelitzias covered in muck
glass, tin, twigs, paper decomposing
clouds calibrating stormy moment
Sleepy mind calculating a conclusion
"...end of Earth ! What am I to do !"
journals she wrapped in crystalline tears
brewing cappuccino with cheesy croissant
no breakfast in hydrangea heaven, for sure !
Conscience heralds : "Reach for no tasty morsel
seek instead stories standing in good stead
heading to abiding couch in blissful Dome
no secrets behold ~ Seize this Moment !"
Hastened to mirror asking demurely : "Tell me :
Is my crown glinting luminous or in lull ?"
mirror replied that skull holds grey matter !
then zooming arrived a Bright Yellow Truck
to clear storm's mess, a Carpe Diem zest…
Seize momentary cappuccino. Debris gone !
The aroma of the coffee
as I take a sip,
reminds me of how we met
There, in the counter
as the barista called my name,
which happened to be yours too
What a game fate was playing!
Same name, same order
What are the odds?
You were thoughtful enough
to give that
first cup of cappuccino
to me
And I returned your kindness
with my sweetest smile
Right there and then,
I knew,
it was love at first sight
As I smiled, my heart also beat fast
I came back to my seat
but my eyes are still stuck on you
"Sit with me, pretty please?"
I asked wishfully
Then, it’s as if the heavens heard my plea
Suddenly, you are walking towards me
Asking if you can sit with me
It all started with coffee
and the rest is history
Months have passed
since our first coffee encounter
turned to something a lot like love
Now, I still can't believe you're mine
and as I sip this coffee
with you in front of me,
I can't help but thank that "First cappuccino"
which brought me someone as precious as you.
horses, lances, arrows, fire
they reenact the war of the roses
the outdoor setting
has been erected next to Costa
outside on the ground
napkins, zarfs and stirrers
and half the audience gets their
medieval caffeine hit
that encourages us to yell and whoo-hoo
and pay attention to history
they encourage us to cheer and boo
and after all these years
with a cappuccino in my hand
i bellow 'long live the king'
and it's socially okay
Sipping cappuccino
imbibing its flavour
we allow indulgence
a little leeway to revel
offering to the vast void
aroma of sensory delight
12-December-2022
Cappuccino, dopamine kick
If made right, our face bright
Coffee beans many, we may pick
To our palate’s delight
Aroma that uplifts
Within our being drifts
Let’s partake of life’s gifts
Joy domino
Cappuccino
11-January-2022
Quietus
A cup of cappuccino.
Make me feel comfortable.
Feels like staying inside of velvet milk.
Take a slip of cappuccino.
I can imagine.
Velvet milk in my left.
Espresso in mt right.
Grasp my hands.
Take a trip to coffee world.
Fly through the bitter cave.
There is a milk waterfall.
We jump in it.
Take a milky bath.
What a happy time it is.
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry - Cappuccino
Love is commitment.
Love is faithful.
Love is Heaven sent,
If you are loved by an angel.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Seduced by the air
The Mastrena pulls me near
enchanted by beans
Grinding espresso
screech foam frothed to warm bubbles
Stream caught entangled
Pour at an angle
Chasing rising to the edge
Tepid in hand, sip.
-Ems'ilverscripts.
-Poet's note-
Wanted to test out a haiku, the allure of it as it tickling my palate, warmed and cozy simply a favourite; dense cappuccino
Thank you for reading, hope your taste is tingling.
Frothy coffee looks so good,
While flat coffee looks so bare,
I love my cappuccino,
Two sugars stirred with care.
I have a special seat
In my local Coffee Shop,
It makes me feel so relaxed
When I hear those two cubes drop.
Volcanoes rise on the red check
chessboard of life entrenched
in the hopelessness of romance.
Lava lamp pieces manipulated
to check then mate,
a burning desire to copulate,
ejaculate,
physically communicate.
Below the insubstantial surface froth,
bitter black fluid
inadequately tempered by brown sugar grains
seeps into our hearts, our brains.
It matters not an atom
when the sun sinks down
spreading sweeping crimson shadows
across the map of the human heart.
God is old hat, reclined on a
celestial candy-striped deckchair,
sadistic and out of touch.
The truth,
what truth is that?
Is it feasible, is it possible
to love and want love
too much?
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