Percolator Poems - Poems about Percolator

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...

... Will the thrown newspaper land on the lower or upper step? The odds are forever even. The percolator has mixed together. a thousand mornings yet it arrives in normal time, as one brew. O......Read the rest...

...Quote: I don't want a perfect life I want a happy life Children tumbling out of bed coffee dripping from my old faded percolator Stockings hanging from the shower curtain mother'......Read the rest...

...An unreflective bodhisattva nods to the unwashed dishes. Once again I seek a daily liberation from a chore long boondoggled. Next a phlegmy mantra gummed through spongy lips. I sleep, I wake.......Read the rest...

...An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement......Read the rest...

...It came out of the box all shiny and new washed it in soapy water so I could brew Hot pipping coffee so robust and full the old fashion steel pot ever cool The water simmers and boils hot watc......Read the rest...

...Previous dawns flock together, gather. The hedgerows accumulate with old and new. Sprigs and twigs bend under the weight of heaping feathers. If eyes open too soon then a few mornings go......Read the rest...

...My percolator lost its balance While it was a’bubble, Spilling all the coffee grounds And causing lots of trouble. Below the burners there’s a space For storing pots and covers, A perk (no pu......Read the rest...

...Every morning at close to four She made the coffee, percolated Poured it into cups with saucers And they each would have a cup Pouring the potent black liquid Into the saucers before drinking T......Read the rest...

...An unreflective Bodhisattva nods to the unwashed dishes. Once again I seek my morning liberation by ways of a dark libation Next a phlegmy mantra gummed through spongy lips. “I sleep, I wake......Read the rest...

...I perk my Joe old-fashioned style In a pot atop the stove, My percolator ancient, Like a pirate’s treasure trove. I measure out the coffee And a timer lets me know When 8 minutes have elapse......Read the rest...

...A sense of holidays! Blueberry pie hot out of the oven with buttery toppings popcorn popping in the pot with oil on the stove Lemon and lime are the sour balls used for drinks or garnish Ta......Read the rest...

...It was a Wednesday; a day woven into prison blankets and dish towels. A day to assess hours unnoticed. A time of trivial hungers. The hard heft of earlier times: - not fitting into anything,......Read the rest...

...You’ve been percolating Just for me, While I imitate life. When I’m weary and afflicted From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred, You’re waiting for me. Epitome of bittersweet, Bitter enough ......Read the rest...

...1/13/16 Waking up bright and early, and allready using the percolator Figure out what is and isn't worth the labor Learn what's greater Before a possible outcome is determined later Don't ev......Read the rest...