Long Lait Poems
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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 the most!
And if you want to make it nice'n hot,
know Im gonna like you a lot!
Here's some sugar for your cup dear,
with visions of holding you near!
Cafe au' lait is a tasty treat,
but bet your the one thats really sweet!
What a rich blend we've found,
and I look forward to stickin around!
Guess I better get a bigger pot,
well considerin all the luv you got!
Starbucks gives you lots of frothy foam,
you know I cant wait to get you all alone!
Wishin you have a bottomless mug,
so I can give ya lotsa hugs!
Hey care for some Arab-bic-ka,
you wont mind if I grab-at-ya!
Gettin dizzy the smells so heavenly robust,
why honey you might like if I just go for bust!
Want to wait for a traditional slow drip,
and get better acquainted with your upper 'n lower lip!
Expresso has a very strong flavor,
but girl it's you I really want to savor!
Fix'in yours up all real creamy,
and gettin it nice and steamy!
Oh so sweet and yummy,
brings a taste of joy to my tummy!
Shots of Kahluha makes a good intoxicating mix,
and I would crave to give you a nice fix!
Yep just hoping that you'll spike my cup,
and really stiffin things up!
Darlin for you I'm makin it strong,
so maybe I can kiss ya all night long!
And anytime your ready to take a drink,
deep within your arms I long to sink!
Be glad to fix ya a mocha delite,
and still be kiss'in ya come early daylight!
Next there comes a double shot latte,
your turn to show me how your so risque!
Carefully made you'll never find any course grounds,
your tearin me up with all them sweet moanin sounds!
Just ask me to prepare yours with a french press,
and surely you wont last long in that lil mini dress!
Amazing what happens when you roast a little bean,
lacey silk stockings tempt where to get in between!
Just hollar whenever you want a cappuccino,
now what about that juicy maraschino!
Ahhh the heated scent is so incredibly aromatic,
why honey never knew your so kinky 'n acrobatic!
So whenever you ponder for your cup,
k-n-o-w that I'd like to just fill you right up!
Mmmm talkin bout good to the last drop,
whoa babe I'm about ready to pop!
Thinkin you might go for a really fine grind,
I'm about ready to lose my mind!
Both of us vacationed at the same resort.
Had rum vis-a-vis. Mediocre story.
One night you offered me and friend to escort
To music bar du jour. I won't be sorry.
We met when for both of us life was stable.
I was enchanted with velvet barytone.
Both me and you, we were so available,
Moreover, I was ready for engagement*.
We dined with wine and flamboyant cordon bleu.
From then on I realized we were en suite.
After long walk on the beach we sat down nu
In the crashing waves. You tasted too damn sweet.
I shivered, you gave me embace and your shirt.
In your oceanview suite we showered tête-à-tête.
You're too good to be true, first to make me squirt.
Tried to leave few times, though due to etiquette.
We made love so passionately À la française
I let it go and I granted you carte blanche
I started dreaming we'd see Canal of Suez
While unconsciously expecting new life's punch.
With first rays of sun my eye sees your body
To me it is simply pure chef-d'oeuvre
Together with your mind you do embody
Ideal. I'd exhibit you in Louvre.
Our tender sweet morning sex was Art Nouveau:
So pure, vibrant, new, delish, refreshing, chic.
While evening sex I'd classify Art Deco
It decorates my memoirs with awesome lick.
It is time for breakfast of toasts, cafe au lait.
Sex and two fried eggs would get us through the day.
We converse. Turns out we like Cirque du Soleil
I prayed to God that we meet again in May.
Right After breakfast we head down to the beach.
To swim, play in the waves, sun bathe and cuddle.
Your bum is as soft as golden autumn's peach
I find myself tangled in email bubble.
We lay back and look afar into the sea
At art of love and passion I'm débutante,
My head is left with short glimpses potpourri.
We are planning dining at a restaurant.
Before getting ready we both go upstairs
We love each other tender with so much might.
How will I live after tonight? Oh who cares!
The moment is free of indecision, fright.
* French pronounce
Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the
background of my dreams. Though life passes by like a falling star
the hopeful trip still flows through my bloodstream. I’ve put off
hearing ‘Comment-allez vous’, which is an old reminder of what
someday I must do. Sometimes my thought’s wander to the
banks of the Seine yet I’ve never been except in pictures back
then. Will it ever happen? I long to stroll down the Champ
De Elysee for a whole day during the lovely month of May.
And when I gaze upon the Arc De Triomphe, I won’t state
‘humph’, rather it will be my own triumph. I’d love to
sit for hours, and be transformed by the power of the
Eiffel Tower. There will be plenty of time to visit the
Louvre and Notre Dame which are two good reasons
why I came. I’ll also see the castle Versailles before
I die; only as long as I give a try. And when hunger
sets in I’ll order café au lait in a sidewalk café on
the Champ De Elysee, and maybe I’ll say, merci.
A baguette with some brie will go wonderfully
With this bucket list spree in good old Paris.
Paris has always been the X on my treasure
map, though wrinkled and worn going way
back, I had sworn to dig up my dream, ah
some day, some day. Au revoir mon ami.
Le Bucket List by David Fisher for Bucket List Contest
Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of canberra.' Where they exported a pics-ean high fountain
Just like the one in geneva.. It springs to mind? Over an
Unruffeled lake, it all looks benign.' Back to the black-board
However we go.' Or perhaps? Its a pure white one.' Louse
Knabe, only knows.' Its a land of (choc o lait) a bit like old
Wonkas where trucks cant start before nine am or police
Will arrive and fine.' Which is not so fine.? Where you can't
Flush a toilet..' after ten o'cloch by night..You guessed it or
Another fine..Mess for any ' (not just stuff in the pipe-line) yet
Back to the conference centre where ( bugs are lauded ) as zee
Zouper food..This is all recorded.' I have heard some there
De-facate in bed.? If important thoughts are in their heads
( well the maids can clear it all up later ) its just perks of your billions.' And the fact your wealth is much greater.! Than
Nomal sense.? ( OH THAT WON'T DO.!) in the rarified air.' ten grand tips.? For doo-dooI'd say its not right.' Oh pooh.' So true unfair) yet
Thats the way of davos..In the year of the snake?? I'd nearly
Forgotton that omen.' So reptillian? btw the way do you
Want more cake.? The richest is availible only on such
Circus days.' Still makes a break from cricket bread and
Other junk food I must say.' Its really hard to see any benifits for the world.? Maybe its just me..? With my
Beliefs though one of which is (boys and girls) are much
Needed assets.' Indeed I stand to applaud; the reality of
A strong humanity.' And why not throw all our bugs overboard.)
Stan and Mary went in town
To buy Stan a new dressing gown.
But he wanted a woollen one
In our March that is not on.
The shops are full of summer clothes
But Stan’s not warm enough for those.
Mary likes to look around
But see how old Stan frowns
.So Mary says,I’ll go online
I’m sure I’ll find some fully lined
Made of wool and acrylic…
Them you can make your pick.
Thank you,Mary,you are kind
despite that brilliant,wandering mind.
I am the best dressed man intown
And soon I’ll have my gown.
Would you like cafe au lait?
I have my pension,I shall pay.
Very nice,dear Mary said…
I’d like a piece of bread.
Won’t you have a slice of cake?
I know it’s not quite what I make.
No,just plain bread,sweet Mary said
She then turned very red.
Mary,you look very hot
Is it healthy in this spot.
The central heating is too high…
She gave a weary sigh.
They drank their coffee and made jokes
About old folk who never spoke…
They bought some fresh fish for Emile..
They alway shop with zeal.
..
When they got home.Stan dialled Dave
Who told him he was very brave
and not to stand near a bus door…
Or he’d fall on the floor.
.
Oh,how i’d like to lie down there
With my mistress Annie fair.
but Mary is at home today
So i’ll just have to pray.
If you’re in pain and can’t have tests
They say that prayer is second best
Morphine is so hard to get…
and it makes me feel sick.
So tomorrow Mary works
Stan and Annie have their perks
Dave calls round to bath the cat…
How very odd is that?
If you would like your cat washed
Or if your shopping has got squashed
Just dial 99999
The service is divine!
Brings back aromatic, delicious yesterdays.
Our San Francisco les journeees!
Of winding streets and moonlit sweaty-love
soaked sheets.
North Beach, homemade Italian fresh baked
bread and cheese.
Our favorite, Osso Bucco, when we were in the
mood.
In our shining, blessed, Marina neighborhood.
Days we stood on the historic Eureka ferry.
The wooden steamboat, on which we planned
to marry.
Days of poetry of Kerouac and Ginsberg.
And admiring 'The City's,' stonework.
Walking up and down blessed hills.
I close my eyes, now reliving it all at will.
Ah, those intimate poetry nights, just for us two.
And that is exactly when melodious foghorns blew!
And on our memorable garden roof,
the Golden Gate Bridge in full view.
At night, it glowed with amber hue,
Lit for us, Mon Amour!
Years have mystically slipped away.
But you and I are forever-lovers
in celestial, star blessed play
Love's memories do linger close.
Forever us, my moonlit, memory's
most fragrant rose!
"The Eureka"
Poet's Notes
The EUREKA is the largest
wooden paddle steamboat in
the world.
It once ferried commuters.
It is a historic landmark now
based at the Hyde Street Pier
in San Francisco.
This is the ship I was to be
married on. The inside is so
beautiful!
Images of the Eureka are
online, FYI.
Thank you, Panagiota
August 25, 2020
Midnight
(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)
Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue
Every one knew when Haricot came through
The morning would start with the smell of Roux
Caf Noir, Hot hush puppy’s and biscuits too
one could feel music of the zydeco by mid-afternoon
And Haricot would shout Laisez les bons temps rouler
The town folk and kinfolk alike would gather that day
Some found sipping on bourbon and café au lait
while awaiting the succulent taste of Cochon de lait
Oh the savory taste of Lagniappe which filled the air
All truly possessed la Joie de vivre
Consuming Andouille and Boudin flavored with the Bouquet Garni
Children could be found nibbling on sweet Beignet
While elders could be found playing a game of Bouree'
The women would have prepared jambalaya, Gumbo’s, Grillades
As the sunsets all will have ate every thing from their bowls and plates
And all would begin again to dance Fais-do-do
Haricot would shout too all and his sister Sue
Mon cher, mon cher sûrement ceci est la vie
Good music good friends, family, dancing and cuisine
ceci habite véritablement Sue et tout agreed
As a writer
You can be anything your heart desires
take any shape size or form
as you please
Infinite possibilities of all you can be and do
With paint and a brush you can be Picasso
you can be Shakespeare if you wanted
even host a Coltrane concert if so wished
You can morph into
a cute little butterfly
a magical sea witch
a giant whale in the Atlantic
You can tour the universe and time travel
while sitting behind a desk looking out your tiny window
back in time as you survey the future and build castles
You can eat anything in this worldeven that which has not yet made it to Joël Robuchon's menu
You can travel as far as your imagination can take you
You'd be in Paris enjoying a croissant and a Café au lait
from your backyard
Or basking on the sandy beaches in Malibu
from the little concrete city you live in
You can experience
winter spring summer autumn all seasons
from a small tropical village on the East of Africa
You can be an angel, a demon, a zombie, a poltergeist
just choose your calling
You can walk into the world's greatest ballrooms
waltz and dine
with the grande dames of our time
and banter with charming princes kissing knights and curtseying to queens
As a writer you can be
anything
anywhere
anytime
silence shines so brightly i'm blind;
closed mouth can't to be fed;
lose yet untied;
floating spirit flies;
more than angel;
more than a voice a singer;
more than a lover;
more than a cover;
the heart speaks aloud;
standing in inside related to the clouds;
i shine
i rose, i rise
i her light
from my father's eyes
more than angel;
more than a voice a singer;
more than a lover;
more than a cover;
the heart speaks aloud;
standing in inside related to the clouds;
i shine
i rose, i rise
i her light. Related to for example i shine
i silence ever shown bright
sparkle—
PIDGIN(NIGERIAN)?
shun shines so brightly i'm blind;
closed mouth no fit be fed;
lose yet untied;
floating spirit flies;
pass angel;
pass a voice a singer;
pass a lover;
pass a cover;
di heart speaks aloud;
standing for for inside related go di clouds;
i shine
i rose, i rise
i am lait
from mai papa's eyes
pass angel;
pass a voice a singer;
pass a lover;
pass a cover;
di heart speaks aloud;
standing for for inside related go di clouds;
i shine
i rose, i rise
i am lait. I shine
i shun ever shown bright
sparkle—
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
Ladies from France
Renowned for their glamor
Parade designer dresses
All day long all night long
Like gazelles in stilettos
Looking fit looking fab
It’s a mystery and conundrum
How successful they are
To maintain girlish figures
While we punish ourselves
Trying to lose every pound
It’s not right it’s not fair
I’ve decided to see for myself
Take the next red eye flight
Meet the ladies for breakfast
Spend a day à la parisienne
So here I am ~
Starting off with café au lait
And a big buttery croissant
Rush to this shop and this bakery
One errand then another
What a joy to sit down for a bite
It wouldn’t be a meal without wine
And a baguette s’il vous plaît
Then artful pastries sublime masterpieces
Whew ~
My day is done I’m back crossing the Atlantic
What have I learned from my day with the ladies
They’ll buy one croissant or a chocolate not a box
They love friends to laugh and chat at the table
They’ll nibble their pastry savoring each single bite
They prefer to shop for fashion than for food
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'OPEN POETRY WITH WOLF SPIRIT'
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on November 19, 2019