Oh how bittersweet,
The way you hold me-
Only long after i cried, in defeat,
Cold vanilla coffee
-
Oh how you toy with your prey
A roof over my head? How generous.
Hold it over my head, and tell me that I must defray
Now tell me how I'm treacherous
-
Always hated how you never finished your coffee
Now i drink mine like I'm grown
Does it, too, remind you we're all faulty,
When you look me down upon your throne?
-
Funny how you guide my independence
Yet threaten to cage me when i spread my wings
''How rebellious, you lack common sense''
You're right, I'm sorry mommy, I'll stick to rusted swings
-
And like 2 peas in a pod,
Oh how easy your words twist the knife
Each one frozen in my heart, unthawed
And oh how quick i am to 'ruin' your life
-
I will admit, i still hate this bittersweet brew.
It quickly turns cold, and it reminds me of you,
But i know ill continue to drink it, even if i splutter
For in the end, blood will always be thicker than water.
Coffee, morning sun.
People softly passing by—
Chasing city dreams.
Morning Routines KOTABA KOKORO
2/6/7/6/8
coffee
drinking first thing in the morning
while watching the daily news show
the news depressing me
turning it off, drinking coffee
Coffee
Morning delight
Perfect
I open my eyes, drink my coffee,
And exchange a glance with the cat.
I also breathe in the fresh air,
Along with the air of cleaning up cat poop.
The cat I chose,
Whether it runs away or stays in my arms,
We each go our own way.
I no longer hold you back.
I have already swallowed the memories.
Even if you leave, I will not cry.
Just as we met again because we needed each other,
If needed someday, we shall meet again.
The smell of cat poop and urine in the restroom.
Blaming myself is only just beginning.
Like the Lord, the shepherd to you, my new baby cat,
I guide you and we set off on our journey once more.
coffee
it hits the spot
tired and worn-out body
needs tender loving care somedays
mocha
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I need two things
To survive another day,
My Bible and some black coffee,
Would I add some cognac?
Writing is not that important,
I have to walk every day,
To treat my diabetes,
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I like to smell the roses, mauve ones,
Thinking of my dear sisters,
I need two things,
My Bible and some black coffee.
Maintenant, que j’ai soixante ans,
J’ai besoin de deux choses
Pour survivre un autre jour,
Ma Bible et du café noir,
Ajouterais je du cognac ?
Écrire n’est pas si important,
Je dois marcher chaque jour,
Pour soigner mon diabète,
Maintenant que j’ai soixante ans,
J’aime sentir les roses, mauves,
Penser à mes chères sœurs,
J’ai besoin de deux choses,
Ma Bible et du café noir.
He loved midnight coffee, midnight music
Played harmonica jams like there was nothing to it
Every note he played, his heart and soul ran through it
By: J.N.R Dutton
there's a marriage once again
in the early morning light;
the customers are hungry
so there's no rest in sight.
spoons can sound like wedding bells
if you listen close;
scoop sugar into lip stained mugs,
quite a healthy dose.
see one hand brush the other
as i hurry by;
my heart pangs once again,
though i wonder why,
i pour half empty pots,
they go to one from two,
and as they're being married
i stop and think of you.
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 can forgive
a big pot
of coffee for
overflow-
ing so long as
my cup keeps
running over to
keep me alert a-
bout the
situation.....
Warm night
Dawn bright,
Bird sings,
Joy brings.
Coffee
For me.
New day
Hooray!
Copyright ©2026 by Crystal David John
sometimes i sleep so long i forget to eat.
i think it’s supposed to hurt like bruises blooming purple on my skin,
so i press my thumbs against the moons under my eyes like checking fruits for ripeness.
my room has began collecting things:
half-drank glasses of water and trash spilling out the bin.
my teeth fall off every night in my dreams.
june creeps in quietly and it comes in every shade of blue.
i numb myself to avoid every thought but you.
i keep leaving my curtains closed the whole day
yet i ask myself where are the sun rays.
i just keep hoping this will all just fix itself.
while you’re out there living your mornings im drowning in my own dread.
maybe tomorrow it’ll be august instead.
maybe tomorrow the rotten fruit will be dead.
coffee
made to order
steaming hot or cold brew
she's there to please her customers
stop in
I like my doughnuts raised and glazed
coffee black and sweet
my fish a salt and battered
but you're my favourite treat
Indian is hot and spicy
Chinese it gets old
Italian can be fat and greasy
salad leaves me cold
I like my dumplings round and plump
vegetables stir-fried
prefer my fruit firm and fresh
but you're the best I've tried
man cannot live on bread alone
or so I was taught
you're my soul food make me whole food
you're my food for thought
I like my chicken finger-licking good
martini stirred not shaken
my medicine with sugar
but you're the best I've taken
there's no confusion I've come to the conclusion
if nothing else you are delicious
and at the risk of sounding repetitious
I've decided you're decidedly delicious
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