Long Cup Poems
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“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
Kahlil Gibran
Please do not put
too much sugar
in your cup of tea.
Try to live
every moment to the fullest.
None is there to pity. Nothing is free.
Did I know you then?
Did I learn my lesson?
An Important one? A ‘Priori’?
Another dawn will arrive soon.
A promise of a new beginning…
With the pain of hunger and loss.
In a world of the confiscated living.
Did you know me then?
Did you remember something?
Of life and longing?
Please do not rush, anyway...anymore.
*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups.
Drinking a Cup of Tea
An outing drizzling visits two,
walking past a depot.
Dashing through the rain they withdrew,
in a dressed gazebo.
Fine Albert's Country Rose teacups,
set on top matching plates.
Buttered toast and biscuit warmups,
a quaint morning translates.
Orange pekoe redolent blends,
blissful sip indulges,
chews, nibbles, and napkin wipe trends,
engaging divulges.
Taste spirits chatter that transcends,
ere squall is forgotten,
decency trades a storm extends,
a spot of tea brought in.
2023 February 04
A cup of coffee please
Cappuccino
Latte
Unknown
What's the additions
Coffee O, no addition
With creamer
With milk
With sugar
With Milo
What's the difference
Plain bitter
Less sweet
Sweet
Mixed
And what will you ask for life
Sweet, sweetest, never bitter of course
You can prepare your own coffee
To your flavours
With a coffee maker maybe
All the ways to please yourself
But life is different
You only enjoy a cup of coffee
During leisure
You would numb yourself with a cup of coffee
During disappointments
And maybe coffee is the only friend
That always understands your feelings
The fans are wild and crazy -
It’s the name of the game…
The game that’s most watched on the planet!
No, not American football -
Why it’s the soccer match of course – what else!
You’re simply an outsider if you’re not a fan –
Everyone covets that annual Ballon d’Or
And if you don’t, you’re so very odd!
Every country is represented -
Soccer is the Olympics of sports.
One eye on the dreaded penalty box…
While watching for the bend, that feat of magic,
For the screamer to see why it’s called a screamer,
Loving that howler as long as it’s not by your team,
And when your team has fallen behind,
Is there a better goal than the equaliser ?!
Praying for a brace or better yet a hat trick
Aiming for the GOAT
Hello…! the ‘greatest of all time’!!
Where have you been ?!!
And when that final whistle blows…
The whole world will take notice
And rise for the winner of FIFA !
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest 2018 WORLD CUP sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Well there’s Hooverville
on the edge of the river
haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard
e’en with clothes will shiver
waiting for tension to be released
like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open
cuz day r all a failin'
unless salvation does da liver
from a stingy farmer
nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin' wah wah
ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den –
‘cept un shaw
if me pa
will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car –
rears into grand prix hoopla
An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk,
this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha
migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah
Rose of Sharon wool extend
da family tree
dat ma will live to see
re:
charging the Joad jalopy
in part from me
tink rin hands dat like ta mess
with oil hand stains
one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn
An huh tha red badge of courage
upon this Okie
hunched o’er with stiff back
while wounded knee
continually bunged up with utter glee
at engine cough fin smoke
to git us free
whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.
My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of playful pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.
My heart then seeks the morning ritual not new,
of the uplifting feeling in the brimful bone-china cup,
my wife gives me filled with the hot reviving brew,
while from the welcoming bed I listlessly lift myself up.
I enjoy the various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even rousingly spicy,
get delight from the flavor sonata in the sip of glee,
as with the flight of steam the specks of sloth flee.
Gaining pure pleasure from the convivial concoction,
I see the dance of leaves stirring the elixir of the tea,
infusing the Himalayan fragrance in the elite potion,
as I taste enthralled the famous Darjeeling delicacy.
The aroma of the golden liquid awakens my sense,
and into an irresistible domestic bliss it sinks me,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink every morning a cup of tea.
This is a tale of the haves and the nots
Which I witnessed in front of my face,
A question of simply connecting the dots,
For it happens all over the place.
A woman was rummaging deep in the trash -
She was homeless, or so it would seem –
And extracted, to drink or to add to her stash,
An iced coffee, half-filled, made with cream.
Did she drink it? Not sure, but it made me aware
Of discrepancies glaring and wrong
For whoever did toss it did really not care
Since it cost him not more than a song.
But to her, what it meant (though of course I can’t know)
Was a drink she could never afford
For the way of the world means the nots (this is so)
Are just naturally shunned and ignored.
~Let's Celebrate With Joy~
(The Cup of Life)
Christmas is a time to celebrate Jesus birth
Christians celebrate it on December 25th
What a glorious day it is
Because baby Jesus was born
Let us all shout with joy
His day is today
May all sing a song
He is the reason
Of this season
Of Christmas
Always
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MAY ALL SING A SONG.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
December.21.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~Author's Notes:
The "Cup of Life" is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000.
I kept thinking what life would be like if someone invited me out for a cup of tea in the middle of the night, I kept thinking what life would be like if morning was evening and evening was night, and the stars lit up the skies.
I would gaze at the colorful lights across the horizon
and make a new year’s wish, then I will sing a special song for you,
to the rhythm of the night and make your dreams come true.
the hills and the valleys will come alive and chime in with the chorus and nature will make a statement in broad day light, those that see it will ponder over it and those that listen to it will fear it.
Winter is barking on my knees and I would like a cup of tea,
The temperature has fallen to minus zero degrees and my hands and feet are frozen, my lips are dry and there is not a solid tears left in the eyes.
The skies have turned gray and all the idlers have gone away, while the faithful few kneel down in the sanctuary to pray with blood dripping from the cross and the devil barking at them like hungry dogs.
A new sound enters the town and all the people have gathered around with curious faces and suspicious eyes, they listen intensely to the strangers cries, they weren’t’ religious or self-conscious, they were looking for a place to stay for three day but they had nothing to give away and before any questions was asked, they got what they wanted and the crowd disbursed.
I kept thinking what life would be like if my friends would journey across the ocean tonight and take me out for a cup of tea, we would visit the old opera tea house where visions comes alive and talents burst in the skies and you can listen to voice next door bellowing from the stage and the evening embraces the night under the dangling streetlamps next to the light post.
The traffic is busy around the town and everyone is dressed in their spectacular gowns, there is excitement all over the town, New year’s celebrations rehearsals are in full swing and the mass choir is singing a powerful hymn.
The ambassador’s ball resonates from the country club hall and luxury vehicles from home and abroad is showing up from everywhere, there is something for everyone but all I want is a cup of tea to warm my body and satisfy my curiosity.
Rubin’s Cup
Rested in conclusion that water vessels cast push pull as they propel
the motions’ notion from confusion’s stagnant nightmares
into another settling day of canyons’ crevices in mid-day tinges
she searches an attic of mindful antics antiques anticipation
restores all crayons of the rainbow’s might progresses colours from
within the lines proceeds to shade the shadows that await
outside her channelled tracks paints transfigures Rubin’s cup to faces
collaborates collaterals and relishes in wondrous ambiguity