Long Expresso Poems

Tavira 

Tavira is my town
The place I call my home
Rich in history
Much like me
Many secrets does it hold
Ancient times still apparent
Different people now
A different time

How many footsteps have trodden the cobbled streets?
With donkeys or on...

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The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one?
I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around.
Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf,...

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Mornin coffee thinkin of you!
Simmers thoughts of a wonderful brew,
as dreams of romance percolate into view!
Such an awesome aroma I sense,
if we were to become more intense!
How's about a warm slow roast,
somethin that you'll like...

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Radio impulse
Stray songs invite;
Hip melancholy

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Words and lyrics
Basket of moods;
Mental corridors

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Espresso machine
Caffeine song;
Frothy brew

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Dancing darling
Plucks my heart strings;
Sense surround

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Listen now
Birdsong metaphor;
Dawn brings magic

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Profound moments
Rain wets window;
Windy sadness

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Neighbour smiles
Meal takeaway chit-chat;
Weather and prices

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Pineapple slices
Lunch time treats;
Sour-sweet yellow

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Dress-up...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming...

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1566, Eastward Street
Hampton City
11:00 p.m.
September 22, 2016


Detective Sparkly is hired to investigate crime cases
Tall, tanned skin, brown eyes and black hair
Thirty years old and single. He had not been very
Lucky with the ladies. His detective...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it was judged.  I wonder if this would have received...

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Ain't nothin' like a steamin' cup o' coffee to greet the early morn.
It'll calm yer nerves and git you goin' just as sure as you wuz born!
With mixin's added to suit yer taste, it must...

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Four Cafes

Winter mists swirl up from puddles on the cobblestones blurring the names of the four cafes facing the narrow boulevard.  Townspeople and visitors walk briskly with their heads down, collars up, against January’s...

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It is Sunday, no reason to leave the bed
I pull the blanket about my shoulders
And stare at the ceiling
You loved Sundays and came to me
With toothpaste kisses and 
Warmed your feet against mine
You loved putting...

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“Expresso Shot”

He drank tibetan milk tea 
from his saucer
like a cloistered munk 

his conversation 
was hushed and tinctured 
with fountains of try-too-hard satire 

he spoke softly 
and quite fast 
like a panther doing laps

a surprise...

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Sarah, for your birthday, I do not want to ruin the surprise,
So put on your mask, and here is a blinder to cover your eyes.
I will give you hints as we get on our private...

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She saw Jesus everywhere.
in pretzels, pizza’s
and in the froth of her expresso cup.
Were they visions? 
Yes they were visions,
the way everything is a vision, 
when we seek outwardly
for what’s already in our minds.

She was not...

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The Overdose.


Hey  Mr Depresso
Have an Expresso
Forget about your life
don’t be forlorn
About the Morn
So you lost a Wife…

Think upbeat life’s a treat
don’t concede defeat,
Just take the drugs


Life is just a mentality
Let it be devoid of...

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Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale memo,
Landlord shrieks for rent in high *falsetto,
“Maybe next week”, I...

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Whispers at eve marry wisps of steam over red eye
And beneath the table my feet finds yours for a footsie
Where we hope God's seven eyes will not see,
No wide-eyed moon, nor the barista to pry.

The...

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Michelangelo and Leonardo both painted a fresco.
Said Leo, “I’ll paint it after I drink my expresso”.
The result was “The Battle of Anghiari”,
And the Italians ooh’d and they ahh’d like it was a Ferrari.
But it faded...

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fresh flowers greeted me when I visited Positano
also the smells of expresso brewing, it was morning
By midafternoon I smelled garlic and onions
I sat at a café where the chef’s assistant greeted me

She offered to pour...

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peal back the curtain certain from their eyes
blaze of something famed no surprise,
minus the perpetual rest deep inside
Summer with whispers holding fast

there's a certain curtain beneath their brow
gone is no winter and forget the fall
to...

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Why is that when you look at me, 
you see my skin, 
why is it that every time I look at the tv,
its the same bland people.
What ever happened
to a variety?
Hasn't anyone 
seen a basket...

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The Lady
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

The lady walks ..
The lady colours
Me bright
The lady in navy slack
And jacket navy
Her blouse is white
Her see through brassiere
Is satin teal I think
Her blush is pink
I want to wink
The lady swings ..
Her scent...

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Why are you always drinking that expensive coffee? Ann texted Jim.
Jim stared at his phone. A text comes across rudely sometimes.
The pretty barista behind the coffee bar asked “Foam? Froth? Steam?”
Steam he thought, and his...

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