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…?•
O bathysphere, thy sinking.
Seen: what, as you descend?
Life and death a-stinking!
Break fast around the bend!
Thy formation, O blastocyst.
From whence do you produce?
Rapier, twist! Slip, my wrist!
Pining, be profuse!
Throw sparks, O bright beryllium!
Electric wire, wild wind!
Fire of heaven and hell, come!
Tell me, tamarind!
Biennium, be bearable.
Split in half, two ones.
Pigeons, be thou pair-able?
How that parable stuns!
O boniface, thy full career.
Grinded? Inn. Goad gear.
Cliff by seaside, art thou sheer?
Are thy dropoffs drear?
Honey, O my kinkajou!
Leave it for the bees!
O for hearts that beat untrue!
Claim them, my deep freeze!
O tether to reality!
Cord etheric, hum!
Saffron scents in sabbath sea!
O tomorrow, thrum!
Thousands half-naked people
Roasting under the scorching sun
Extracting billions of coffee beans
Transported by steamboats
Sailed hundreds miles away
Unloaded, traded and grinded
Brought to a modest cafeteria
Someone fry, boil, and serve
A cup of sweet aroma coffee
To a coffee-lover customer.
Along some Fort Erie beaches in Canada is sea glass
I collect the delicate glass fragments in jars
so in awe of these natural weathered pieces of glass
tumbled, rolled, churned, grinded by the waves
discarded glass created into a lovely product of pollution
It has taken many many years to make these fragments
that lay on the surface of beaches everywhere
perhaps coming from shipwrecks or just reckless tossing
the pieces have become smooth, frosty and rounded
and depending on the source different colors are possible
In jars on a my window shelf they shine in the sun
I have no desire to make jewelry as I want to leave them
exactly as I found them
harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth
Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit by bit
Light up the scenes in merry
sending shivers down the throat
popping out mystery mist
while wrapped round in cocoons
Glory, glory, celestials
levitating into the abode of enlightenment
seeing clear visions hidden in the fog
looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants
An epidural intake to calm the pain
until I'm lost in its mirage.
My status reading is "High."
that smile hides a hundred truths inside
white lies lined up like tombstones
cleaned nightly, scrubbing away the
shame spoken and guilt grinded daily,
stained with coffee and wine swallowed
to swill down today’s fake smile, yesterday’s
plastic smile, tomorrow’s practiced smile,
living as the smiling assassin to your own
sorrow when society’s smile frowns on
anything upside down before you can
even start to turn a smile that hides a
hundred truths inside white lies lined up
i guess it was my mood
i guess it was in my eyes
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i am faithful
i guess it was my lack of a smile
i guess it is how i get quiet and the way that i move
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that love brings me home
i guess it was the heaviness of my steps
i guess it was the way my teeth grinded with each said steps
my sweets made me laugh today
i am so glad that temptation does not get me
i guess is was the redness in my eyes
i guess it was the unusual rhythm of my breathing
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i choose only her over needless numerosity
i guess it was the way i unevenly stretched
i guess it was the bellowing depth of my yawns
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that our love is mutually maintained and strong in its equality
The seed of ego and pride continued to generate hatred
Somebody grinded, somebody kept choking here and won
Every human being described himself as the greatest caste
Mankind was everyone's caste, why did every human forget it.
In the face of hollow claims, know how the country is growing
Now the curse of casteism is also suppressing humanity
Do not blame anyone who has set this fire
This spark of poison has come out of your house.
Why did every young man standing on the border save the life of religion
When here, by making caste the only limit, every person died of hatred.
Why is casteism becoming everyone's self-respect
Hey, in the race for this important, nobody achieved anything
Now to eradicate this malice cup root, one has to step up
Casteism is an inundation of fire, one has to burn feet.
I will not talk about caste, nor will I talk about religion
I will not be proud, I will not be ashamed
Just pay that great duty of human being
Bring me happiness in the world, I will talk about that karma.
We played a lot of games,
the stars dancing of their loud laughs.
They seemed cluster of angels
surrounded me with their songs too.
I wanted to close my eyelids,
to listen their innocent voices.
Their sadness was still very lucid,
like hanging thistledown in space.
And their midnight painful pules,
cleaved and grinded me unceasingly.
You tried to break my heart, you tried for break my mind.
Something unusual and out of place you thought you did find?
You stamped on my innocence when it only begged for your protection.
You laughed at my face when I explained the reason and so did start my rejection.
You scoffed at my dreams to go find a better life. My university education you hated because I’d stepped out of what was your life.
You poisoned the seed and yet then watched the plant grow.
You played with the child of me to prove a point that only you know.
So I became something I was not supposed to be. Trained to kill but not for me, not for you or anyone I know.
All those broken dreams ripped away stem and flower.
All those painful scenes you could control but you never powered.
You grinded the hate for him in to the route of my core. Every second since then I’ve been trying to kill what you born.
I lost me in the madness of my war. I lost me but I will damn well find the person I was before.
My way not yours
The path of the just
Re-kindle to rust
Grinded to the dust
With no believing gut
Howbeit to believing
Not to be existing
The future of my reading
In my meditating
At the cross over of a thing
ON the show at the cross
A path in gross
In my tears I burst
To see how he was slain
Agony of disdain
A prize is paid
For me not to be raid
So that I can be grade
Never to derail
The path of raid.
Not Blinded But Open Minded
Rather than ever having been blinded,
Would really want to be open minded;
Will repent;
Am always resilient,
And together my teeth never grinded.
Jim Horn
Finding my lost voice,
Beneath a stranger's lips,
Looking for warmth,
Being grinded by a foreign body, Rubbing against me to erotic lyrics,
That make me wanna pin you to the floor,
Oh my,
Your lips are already sewing me to the wall.
What's your name?
Argh,
It's the morning chapter,
You're gone and I've already lost what I was after.
_lost-
Elliepoet™
O' Mother Ghana
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black from the burn of the sun
For a woman to head a country shows your bravery
You won us our freedom from our colonial masters during the slavery
You are a brave African black beauty
Even at the age of sixty
Your red,yellow,green and black wrapper makes you look bold
How can you go hungry when you farm cocoa and mine gold
Despite your bravery,you are known world wide as a mother of peace
Whiles other parents are still struggling for peace
O' mother Ghana, embrace us with your warm loving heart
Your African cultures will forever dwell in our hearts
Gone were the days when those masters called you Gold Coast
Now you are an independent woman and with that you can boast
You first son the brave intellectual Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
And your handsome and beautiful grand children Kofi and Ama
You serve as with Banku with grinded pepper,Fufu with Groundnut soup and other delicious meals
We love you mother Ghana
May you live long O mother Ghana.
Dear Jack the Reaper
Flipping and fiddling, one might say engrossed by the impression
Formally geared up for the occasion
With eyes lit like clippers
Walking and hands in pockets dipper
Delighted by the label ‘Keeper’
Awaiting for the aftermath
For he is a walking chipper
Grinded, shredded I shed a tear
And for a thought is like
She turn-up when ends meet
That Mona Lisa smile
Stripping to entice mine eyes
Leaper leaping towards mine soul
Dear Lucy the Leaper
(can also be read from bottom up)
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