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Java Dream

misty morn'
the brew station
six a.m
grab the paper
still at war
no peace on earth
anymore

the aroma of burnt beans
perhaps seeds of Guatemala
rush through my senses

as I open the front door
I am floored by the aroma
fresh brewed to perfection

my java dream
carmel swirl latte
steaming on my lips
Just a brief moment
richness with heavy intentions
soothes my soul

customers from all walks of life
grab their start up
shuffling through lines
of desperation
for the first hit

perchin' in my corner abode
I feel
pure ecstasy
Justice
simplified, from a cup of
coffee

poem by Matt Mondschein
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A Cup of Coffee

I start my day with coffee as my friend
The beans so fresh, as it blends
Giving out an aroma, that wakes me up
I stumble to the kitchen and look for the cup
I pour some black liquid and sip right away
I just want coffee, to start my day
Then on the road I'm on my way
Coffee is my friend to make my day
Stuck in traffic, I loose my mind
I then sip my coffee and just rewind
I get to work with a cup in hand
Juggling with papers I can't withstand
The coffee at work tastes bitter and cheap
But it's better than getting caught counting sheep
All day long, I make pot after pot
Of black steaming mugs of liquid gut-rot
Tanked up on coffee, I face the day
Taking anything that comes my way.

poem by Meena Mustafa
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Aroma

The aroma of coffee,
The aroma of cocoa,
The aroma of tea,
Sleep, asleep!
Wake, awake!
Pace, apace!
Bode, abode!
Long, along!
Range, arrange!
Row, arrow!
And of the way things are done,
And of the way love is made;
This psychological problem,
This psychological war! !
But, let us shape this world with the aroma of love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Poem From Lina S. R.

He said, “Bug-at ang akong dughan.”
“I wear a heavy heart.'

Does grief really cling like a legion of bats on the cavewalls of his memory?

On the drooping branches that are his shoulders,
would the crow of betrayal perch?
Is there space enough to build, slowly, its nest?

He uttered, 'natandog ko, '
“I am moved.”
and I told him I do not hold him responsible for my own desires.

On that day I dropped by to visit, I suddenly saw
That he was no longer with me even as he sat
In front of me at the dining table; he had migrated,
Riding on the steeled wings of longing towards far Germany
Near the spires of the Cologne Cathedral where his beloved dwells.

While I waited for his return, I sought refuge in the mild
Aroma of coffee, the beans of which came from Guatemala.
At dawn, he had roasted and ground these beans and mixed a brew
That became the dark ecstasy that he poured into my cup.

My vast powers had turned to cinders. I fled away from his kindness.
The only baggage I carried is this heavy weight of aching to touch flesh.

Here I am now a bakwit, like the widows whose husbands
are warriors in this long and undeclared war.
They whose stories he listened to and whose portraits he limned in Mamasapano.
Like the mudfish that was caught in the Liguasan Marsh
That he hung on the laundry line so that its flesh will dry
completely in the crawling fierce heat of the sun.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is it Tea or Coffee?

Is it Tea or Coffee?
Tell me!
My instant early morning dream
I like it black, white with sugar or cream!

The choice is free
Yet the mind cannot agree
With Tea is a Yippee!
With Coffee it is a Whoopee!

The thought of a little caffeine
The smell of fresh roasted beans
Will once again set off my adrenalin
While my exhausted brain is waiting

That stirring cup of sizzling black
Put on the kettle; spill the beans out of the sack
I will pay the fee; I will pay the levee
I will beg on one knee for a little bit of Coffee

Take a sip of the early morning coffee
Close your eyes and try to see
As you smell the airy aroma like a bee
Tea or Coffee! Perhaps you now understand me

Those swarms of dark brown seeds
They feed my vicious needs indeed
I don’t care how much I pee or how much I wee
For that sparking liquid of hot black called coffee

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Feel the Moment

Feel the moment
And be present.
Smell the aroma of the moment
And never show that you are absent.

Feel the moment
The moment of dialogue
The moment of possibilities
The moment of expectation.
The moment of love.

Grab the moment
Treasure it as a priceless jewel
Claim it as a great gift
Hold it as your very own.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Java Blues

Rick danko
I walked into a diner
And the blonde behind the counter
She asked if she could help in any way
Hell, I knew by her smile
Her number I could dial
If I was in the need of company
But as I bought some java
Instead she brought me a cup of chicory
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
Dont pour me water just fill up my cup
You know it takes a lot just to keep me up
Cost may be more than you care to pay
What good is money compared to fightin pain
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
The taste of java is like a cocaine rush
Nobodys gonna stop me from drinkin too much
Down in bolivia the people are insane
They want as much for coffee as they do for cocaine
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
The coffees got me now..
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
I got the java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh the coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues!

song performed by by Nazareth
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I Know Not Your Name

When I see you smile
My heart wonders
Where you have been
Though I know not your name
Been several years
I believe since my eyes set upon yours
Are you married?
Are you single?
Are you lonely?
O! Please take no offense
Oh mighty beauty
For your eyes only
You make mine full
Just a stare, smile and one
Delicious latte
Makes my daydreams come to
A rushing, climactic, reality
Of peace in my corner
Abode
Sipping on my carmel swirl
As you depart
into a working society
With no calamity
You are poetry in my
Motion

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Brew Station Divas

They, the beautiful
with their curvaceous frames
sip their caramel swirl latte's
as I read the mornings news
In my corner abode

steaming smooth, sensations
erupt from their cover girl
strawberry lips
Into a state of satisfaction

A wink perhaps from one
intensifies my gazing
pounding into submission
my hopeful yearning
simply a smile

God sent
they show case
model framed torsos'
elegance
pride
sheer beauteous
Damsels in morning
Not mourning

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Spring Therapy - Revisited

What a vivacious spring morn'
Even in tune with, a sweet meadowlark
Although the fine feathered friend, is not in my sight
For this early riser, blinded by the suns' beaming rays of light

I languidly stroll upon, my fresh stained deck
Suddenly I'm slip slidin' away, bounce on my butt
Spill my fresh brewed to perfection java, with smoothing sensations
A carmel swirl latte, loaded to the peak with froth
As a snowcapped mountain of joy

I hear my pools' filter, humming, ever so softly
The heater on all night, I gaze at a wonderous display of steam
Appearing on the top deep end
I spot a coin, a quarter, I believe
as I reach for the garden hose
Chlorine rushes to the forefront of my nose

Geese returning from the south
Deposit droppings as I turn on the aqua
Spray down the concrete, as I hear their giddys caws
Preparing to take that first plunge
A school bus calls

Finally, I take that first dive
Splash! Splash! into the very depths of therapy
My toes touch bottom
and quickly spring back to the surface
Facing morning glory, I shed a tear for the red, white and blue

In astonishment, I gaze at the gorgeous, crystal clear, baby blue sky
Not a cloud in sight
Awakened, repenished, alive
Another blessed day I survive

I thank the good LORD
This way I must say
Another spring therapy day
Spent my way

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Dance By Little Girl

Watching till sun set at deep see and moon was away from earth
Listen to blowing wind and looking to the far away till dropping in my eye lid which of truth
Hunting for you every fortune but the where hide the ever faith
Before went away mea soul grab which of never be missing believe my faith

The innocence burn by romantic love they never to under care for culpa
The breathing is sort finding fresh without misery for serve to ever moa
I was cooled burnt mind from savage they were kill love Imia
Her listen to voice of sadness trust mea soul grab which of never lie Evvoia

Mine in little girl dance at sea coast and listen wind is blowing leiliras like sweet song
She like innocence and loving eyes for ever beneath sleep eye lash and neck hang
Give me a chance for her dance with among people upon height stag
Never burnt world by evil she was fairy for every one believe the loving
Feel it lovely and pleseurly she have pure love and pure heart
Which is not to dream further to me heart will be came out
She is dance like fairy from heaven I be watching always for with beat
The true of love seen in believing by swear of sun of moon at night

poem by Inguruwatta Pushpadewa
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Perfect Coffee

she dance in front of me, in early morning suite,
before the Rooster crock in early shout of morning,
brows and feel then the coffee lies in the table with
a happy roost

comfort the night with that dancing lady, where
every inch of her hair, languish her leg just off the
bed to play, come admirable ecstasy wake me up,
full and squeeze the earth, grip my trembling heart
as you quizzed my neck into the earth seeking night
with nothing but gone of myself

I almost drawn, of the mixed emotion of sugar drops
in the coffee, wanted a perfect blends of boil water as
it fades away, oh! yes thanks to the table that hold
every cup, the party has to go like a merry go around
the table of free

now the sweet aroma of coffee brings a good
morning mist, with sugar dare coffee taste as old, the
same thirst the tongue requests; drink the leverage of
mate that holds, for each breath of lips that savour
the spell, lives the saving faith

a hot coffee for free, take it out or dine with thee ….

poem by Antonio Liao
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Moment To Moment

Too many nights of isolation
Too many echoes in my head
Too many fires left burning
In this bed
Too many thoughts of desperation
So much pain deep down below
So mych a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
I ask you how can a man keep his distance
How can he reason with his heart
How can you hold me so near
Yet keep me so far
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
Sometimes Id like to break you down
To see if theres a trace of woman in you that could be found
But I just keep prayin youll come around
And live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
I live from moment to moment
So much a slave to my senses
I cant let go
From moment to moment
I live and I die
This cant go on anymore
Another day, another lie
From moment to moment
I stand and I fall
This cant go on anymore
Unless we both give it all
You know I want to give it all
I live from moment to moment
Everyday of my life
I live from moment to moment

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Itau

The aroma of romance,
The aroma of passion,
The aroma of love;
But the big ship sailing on the high sea was caught up by the great storm! !
And, i gave way and let myself drift.

The ship's lifeboat,
Off the north coast of Africa! !
But kiss my lips if you truly love me;
For, i am Itau from the land of peace,
And, i am ready to love you as well.

Performed,
Quietness,
Kiss me if you love me;
For, i always have you in mind from the very first day that we met.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aroma Of Her Virginity

The aroma of her virginity
Was so strong
That the goddess
Of the virgins
In whose blessings
She was grooming
And the steaming youth
In the woods
And the goddess of perfumes
A friend of goddess of virginity
In secrete design
Asked the goddess
Of fresh breeze
To carry the smell
To the god of war
And the god of war
Riding his horse
Without knowing
Where the fresh breeze
Was taking him
The horse
Galloping like mad
In total submission
To her steaming youth
And her virginity
Lay his head down
And the goddess of cold breeze
Took her out
Total nude
And followed by
“Yellow butterflies”
Jumped the horse back
The god of war
And now god of manhood
And masculinity
The aphrodisiac
An outrageous thunder
Frantic movements
Making wonders
And dance of all gods
And goddesses
The horse on rapid gallop
Butterflies following
The heads and hearts of the two
Now in fusion in heavens
The bodies and the souls
Under the command of one god
The god of love
God of every one
The virginity lost
To the man for eternal existence
A thunder in the sky
And soft heavy rain
Pouring water
For the earth has now
And the goddess of fertility
Quenched its thirst
And the heavy rain
Watering seeds
For the next harvest

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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If These Are The Things

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
Anymore
I've tried to tell myeself
Nothing's changed my dear
But I look around me
And think maybe that's not so
I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores
Why don't I dream anymore
I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them before they fall
I finnaly grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream anymore
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
Anymore
We lose our patience
Lose our trust
Yes we lose our innocence
To forget our sorrow and hide our pain
We lose old memories
But dreams are what life's worth living for
I wish I could dream
Once more
I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them
Before they fall
I finnaly grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream anymore
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why don't I dream anymore
I've tried to tell myself
It's all for the best my dear
But I look around me and think
Maybe that's not so
I only have nightmares
Wake up in a cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor
Why don't I dream anymore
I'm in the garden
All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them
Before they fall
I finnaly grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream anymore
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
I don't want anymore

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The art of living

at the center of my room
delight
on fresh roses
like your
red lips

on my bed
soft and warm silk blankets
strawberry juice on the side table
and cherry on the
glass

the window is open
fresh air from the sea
cools the room

silence is gold here
and solitude is silver

every moment is
a moment
every hour is not a rush
but on softer touch

every inch of skin
is a caress
every thought is
beautiful

every reality is true
embracing and embraced

this is the art of living
every second a relaxation

sleep comes on cat's feet
like a cloud drifting away

peace in the corner
privacy in my door

and yes, love is always
air-conditioned.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Diplomatic Niceties

I can feel the aroma of the air around me,
And it is like diplomatic niceties!
For this love of nature is twice rapacious.
It is like an exquisite treasure to have,
With a brimful gift in the making;
But the traumatic quest to feel this air is,
All about the love of this aroma!
The existing quotas of life are inequitable and,
Glossily unfair by the law makers around us;
But i am always pleased about nature's role,
And like the natural instincts that fills the air without quotas.
I can feel the aroma of the air around me,
And like the treasure of life to crown the day;
But this kind of atmosphere is always controlled by nature.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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~My Town~

My town is the razors edge-
Of a virtual cornucopia-
Of Ecclectic...
Looking for Art?
Its in the Big Sky!
'Round any corner-
Coffee shops-
Cappucino's and Latte's-
Aroma's steaming...
Two of the Nations-
Top Ten Universities-
Catfish bars...
Barbequed Brisket-
It will drive you crazy...
Its a town with Clyde,
And Barrow streets-
Named after one of-
Two notorious bank-
Robbers who passed-
Through many eons
Ago...
On their infamous -
Spree that got them-
Killed...
There are cottages-
With real shutters!
Brick walls and -
Fish ponds-
Cactus plants-
And Yellow Roses...
Cowboy Ranchers-
In Diesel pickups-
And Corporate Bankers-
in Bentleys...
All framed neatly-
Within the boundaries-
Of old shut down-
Oil wells-raw and gritty...
Quaint rolling hill-
With miles and miles
Of Oaks-
Sixteen miles due-
North of Buffalo Gap...

poem by Theodora Onken
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Destiny

What if everything you ever wanted
throughout all your lifetime, beckons
and falls right in front of your feet
like stars fall to earth from heavens

Feels like it's, once in a lifetime moment
and you really don't want to let it slip

Your heart tells you to seize the moment
reach out and grab it, secure it
but motionless like a statue of cold stone
your mind makes you stay and hold still

It's a heart over the mind matter, a plus for the soul
so suddenly you just try to grab it and never let it go

But the moment slips out from your grasp
it escapes from your fingertips and flies away
to join the light that's already out there
and you're just left alone to chase the clouds away

But the stars keep on falling and it's not rare
just that we don't see them for what they are

So embrace your life and live it to the fullest
there's always another time for each and every test
things will happen even if you don't want them to happen
World's not messed up, it's just us and our ways that are

poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Taxi Grab

Shake a leg, its the big rush, cant find a taxi cant find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground evacuating london town.
Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers and the pavements meet.
Red lights --- pin stripes --- short step shuffle into the night.
Tea time calls --- the bingo halls open at seven in the old front stalls.
How about a taxi grab.
Theres an empty cab by the taxi stand drivers in the caf washing his hands.
Big diesel idles --- the keys inside --- cmon sally lets take a ride.
Flag down --- uptown --- no sweat. for rush hour travel, its the best bet yet.
Taxi grab.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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