Short Percolating Poems

Faucet of logic,
Percolating in my mind;
Drops of poetry....

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december snowfall
the smell of coffee
percolating



posted on July 5, 2018...

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Spatter Riot

Percolating slowly through the thin orange sheep skin,
The poison of chaos oozes through widening pores,
Bringing to boil the spattering seed of evil.
...

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love trickled
streams of newness
over unchartered
regions of my body
revitalizing
all senses deep with in 
percolating
rivers of love
flow from hidden
tributary...

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early morn' espresso sanity
more than clouds in my caffè,
musings' sugared cuppa fancy 
atop frothy dreamt wanderlust 
& places to visit, people to read,
percolating poetic joie de vivre...

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FOREIGN COFFEE

sluggish pulse
room ahiss
percolating
this fetid heart
foreign coffee
funnel brown muck
muck funnel smut
searching for words
plopping like mud



© Kim van Breda—8 January 2016...

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Wafting on the morning breeze,
During manufacturing
Our whole town enjoyed the scent.
Maxwell House Coffee.

Freshness permeating air.
Aroma percolating.
Infusing memories of…
Grandma’s coffee pot.

June 3, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnen...

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flickers in space reveal
God’s light percolating through its pores
we should be wonderstruck but are not
signalling that orientation 
is now empty of all concepts
as also nonchalant to revelations
reflected in the hall of mirrors...

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dead of the night we awake
Divine Mother has the right
awareness placid like a lake 
beholds truth in direct sight

that that is seen is a knowing
osmotically in us percolating 
doing nothing, we keep flowing
caress divine heart elating...

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Rumors can be fascinating,
hearing about others speculating,
wondering what is percolating
seemingly out of the blue.

I always find it fascinating
and, to be honest, kinda hair-raising,
to hear things about myself
that I know are just not true....

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percolating in time
i reached out 
and plucked a star

took its points 
and chiseled out
harden hate

used its blades
and shaved away
warts of deceit

with harnessed love
i rode into war
and lassoed peace

though weary
worn and often shorn
i remain in mind and heart
god’s infinite warrior

i am hope...

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a million years ago
yet seems like yesterday
memories of a winter cabin
on fresh snowy sundays
dad orchestrating
heavenly aromas
of coffee percolating
and toast on wood stove



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
Also published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SNOW WHITE~ 2020

AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on July 24, 2018...

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She was breezy light-hearted
I perplexed she squeezed me;
Applause and genuflect
In a hush she came out of her veils 
her tress was so sweet and brown nails
came into my dream.

I pretend to be steadfast though 
heart jumpstarts fash in awe.
Percolating my heart
I took her in my home. 
Days gone; now in mine loose bone
Ached much in sigh
alone. 
She was my only one....

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Grind the beans and start the pot.
Listen to it percolating - Smell
Drifting into the kitchen, ahhhh.
Patiently waiting to wake up, hot
Steaming brew. Milk, sugar in cup.
Two morning drinks. Afternoon, a
Little libation, eases into the head.
Bingo - Coffee, Kahula, Brandy, 
Whipped cream. Yummy, just right.
When I was working, I would drink
My coffee from morning until night....

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I surface with the morning rain,
a night blindness
opens its windows one by one.

No work to go to
so I write
casting shadows upon a caged sky.

Words appear beneath
a curled tongue.
I draw a sketch of black bones
and white spaces
arrange a runic code
into a stuttering speech.

A percolating coffee pot
sounds its reality alarm,
but it is far away
and I can hardly hear it....

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the mundane world rolls on
silently roars the silver ocean
colourless yellow feelings sleep furiously
boundless, free, spread all over

without any contour
and an essence of percolating peace dawns
so ginormous is 'His' creation
ethereal beauty prevails

e v e r y w h e r e
of the 'Unseen, Unknown Architect
How thank 'Him' for his uniqye opus
that fetches eternal ecstasy to mankind?...

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The that that is
Immediate and intimate
Ecstatic bliss fizz
Bubbling joy that elates

A silent explosion
The elixirous bliss current
Slow motion ignition
Melts in the space element 

Each pore a door
We can feel it on our skin
As bliss inpours 
Percolating deep within 

Space layers subtle 
It is right here before our eyes
Touch of Gods miracle 
Felt in silence by sages wise

12-January-2021...

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I always like it creamy, and a bit zestful
On the pallet with robusta flavor---
Yet, totally unsweetened  for now
When daylight  gulps in an ache; my coffee
Becomes bitter, nipping my tongue 
Like heated grain of yesterday’s spiels---
Angry mouths percolating in the kitchen
While she, in haste, rushes away.



Contest of nette onclaud
A Poem That Did Not Place and More
New---Coffee/ 6 Sept 2015
Manny Paras...

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Eyes half glued together with sleep,
Mind dragging on the floor behind my shuffling
Feet.   Coffee slowly percolating, seems
Like an eternity passes as the body
Struggles with awareness & potency.
Waiting for that hot tar fuel,
The folding together of cigarets & coffee.
The breaking apart of dreams.
That somehow like parasites devour any desire
To live in a concious reality;
Where everything is anything but dreamy....

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By being, becoming
As of heart’s yearning
Drawing in by resonation
Myriad hues of love vibration 
Osmotically percolating our form
Felt as elixirous bliss currents warm
Aligned with oneness, remains no other
What is, is a seamless joy continuum 
Each body node, a bliss sensorium 
Dispersing a sublime fragrance 
Brightening heart’s radiance
Unending ignition renewal
We become the miracle 

27-January-2022
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Memories surface,a requiem of
sounds,heaving emotions realign,
words recalled speak volume from
deep within , and live again on a trail
of nows  then wash nostalgia’s face
with random spontaneity from
the unconscious mind.The house
full of yesterdays,books that filled
wet Wednesdays,cross-stitched hours
upon the wall.Eclectic collected 
moments,sentiments,priceless,unique
and irreplaceable,this smell of love
percolating into endless tomorrows...

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Memories surface,a requiem of
sounds,heaving emotions realign,
words recalled speak volume from
deep within , and live again on a trail
of nows  then wash nostalgia’s face
with random spontaneity from
the unconscious mind.The house
full of yesterdays,books that filled
wet Wednesdays,cross-stitched hours
upon the wall.Eclectic collected 
moments,sentiments,priceless,unique
and irreplaceable,this smell of love
percolating into endless tomorrows....

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Swirly neon plaid hippie essence
thoroughly decorated in
oranges and pinks,

Twirling with mischief
when the dendrites are
in session, sleeping rarely

Visualizing new ways,
joyful stars in my hazel eyes
Seeing my truth, and the truth of others

Lovingly being my 
true essence plaid self, 

percolating,
demonstrating, 
elevating, inspiring others to 
crash out of their cells and fly!

Circulating in 
luxurious earth world
of truth and love
Ah, living my truth......

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