The Boardinghouse Mistress's maudlin song!
I was so jealous
When she smiled
with the young medical student
who rents my next room.
And by mistake
I tasted his morning coffee cup
O it's very sweeter than my
bitter usual coffee mug.
Day by day
I check my progress
in the mirror
But it's unavoidable
The old ageing?
humbly to the poetess Sarafielder!
[Bristling over the way
my moustache droops,
So like the man's
I now hate! ]-'Romaji diary', by Ishikawa Takuboku
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Those scattered flowers nobody picks?
Sad indeed as they're stampede
by the the puritans' feet?
Do not search freshness or the fragrance
Even with the broken petals
Still they're flowers?
[Five years since I left home
and now sick in bed,
I hear that cuckoo in dreams! ]-'Sad Toys', Takuboku.Ishikawa
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Coffeehouse bar stewardess
She blooms in the morning like a coffee flower.
I like that rare flavor and I peep there frequently.
I sit on a bar stool and wait for her to bring my elixir.
When I sip that with a straw I feel like getting more courage
To fight with the Devil's day.
I have been in one evening but she wasn't there and the following morning too.
I gossiped and verified that she already left the place for better prospects.
Since that gloomy day the coffee tasted me bitter like rusty life
And sometimes I drink without a straw.
I scribble on the table mat with a pencil stub.
Let the tricky life turns into a fairy tale to you!
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
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Chaperone
The old piano plays
John Strauss II's waltz
'The Blue Danube'
Under the dim chandelier lights
She dances alone an unmarried woman
Behind her a Charlatan struggles
to win her heart and breaks her innocence,
But the Chaperone, she looks after her well
And nobody could approach her
on this occasion!
I watch the Chaperone's
deep blue teary eyes like ripples
And I imagine her beautiful younger days?
Her secret smile utters
We both are passing the sad sixties
Isn't it?
It's really funny this old man peeps
into the dancing hall in his sugary dream
and the sepia glossy photograph fades away
at the dark room in the morning?
[For five blocks after I left home, I walked like a man with something to do, someplace to go- Takuboku Ishikawa/'Sad Toys]
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A Bitter Coffee... A Sweet Coffee
The age is running and I am still drinking my bitter coffee,
To when the story of this coffee belongs? !
Coffee and chocolate are so deferent in their tastes
But in several times
It happens that they have the same color.
It seems that the similarity of them is the same of features of the fortune reader.
When she gazes the cup of the coffee
But I am not so familiar with chocolate
Even I am not familiar with the talisman countenances of the hex.
I remember that once I asked him to give me a bitter coffee
Yet he has made a permanent bitter one
Each time he brings me the same coffee in the same cup
A question c0mes to my mind and I ask it to myself:
If we do not like the coffee, why we do drink it?
Do you think it is our destiny as my birth story?
I was born without my desire
Thus with each sip of the coffee
The destiny stops me not to tear the chocolate cover
to sweeten my coffee.
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An Evening at the Coffee House nearby Fishery!
Old Mahogany Grandfather clock here
Struck to say it's exactly seven!
Rusty wind peeps through the broken windows
That's really nauseous,
Faraway tossing boats
And in the deep sea Sun dips
without a Life-jacket?
Seagulls rest on the breakwater
And a vibrating song echoes of Louis Armstrong's
'O what a wonderful World and dark sacred nights'
Shrunk golden tea leaves struggle
To give their taste of Paradise
But they're frustrated it seems
As the tiny coffee beans brewed
And mesmerized the strange customers
Providing their bitter taste of oblique life?
On his way home,
A drunken poor sailor
Stopped for a while
And he offers a citation ticket
for his twelve ounce cup of coffee
and a Doughnut?
Midnight!
It's totally dark here
without the unlit Lighthouse?
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Weaver's loom
There is no any special magic.
The weaver used the same thread and the shuttle.
Perhaps the loom is different?
but the usual fading cloth he made.
Life is a jigsaw puzzle
you have to take part
until he prescribes the bitter (sugar-coated) pill.
Dedication to the poetess Adrienne. Alicia. Aversa
theme extracted from your biography..............................
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A poem in a garbage bin
A man dies, yes he is dying.
He lived like a dead man.
Nobody knew about his whereabouts.
My dear English professor,
extremely sorry for my grammar mistakes,
you explained me about vowels, present tense,
past tense, commas, semicolon and et cetera.,
Why all these unnecessary pinchings sir!
He is already dead.
The man who hasn't a family
who worries about him?
Let him rest peacefully.
All in his lifetime he was dead
and now only he is living after the trauma.
His name is common man.
Dedication to my favourite poet Takuboku Ishikawa
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The dark memories of our fading childhood
When rich boys get down
from their parent's luxury cars
My courageous Mom takes us
to school in a public bus.
Remember once she said humbly;
'Do not worry my dear sons
study well and one day
I can see you all take me a round trip
in your cars with the fiancees.'
Yes dear Mom!
I have my tumbledown car
and whenever I go out
with my beloved wife
I check in the mirror
and I see you're sitting behind
with a smile, and I look back
It's only an illusion
and you're not seen
We two only in the car
at the jouney's end?
[My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's griefs and everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accomodation.]-Samuel Clemens
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Coffee
Coffee is
Secrat of
Every day
For morning
Eneargy...
To day id'not
Take cofee
Come with haadache...
And sleep;
My body also lazy..
The coffee making
Somthig
For me...
I want to avoid
Coffee
You also try
To avoid coffee
For your feautere
Health...
Take black tea
Is better with good....! ! !
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Bitter end
The gravedigger's little daughter reads a passage from a loose-leaf book sitting on a broken tomb
While her father digs a grave for a pauper.
'The cunning fox tells
That grape is bitter on the hills.'
The kind nurse with a smile brings medicine to a sick bed
That's too bitter.
His weary beloved makes a night coffee mug of a broken handle
That's too bitter.
Though the life is bitter than everything
Yet we pretend it's so sweet then grab and lick eagerly.
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I Am Told
For forty four years now
Each morning I woke up
I go straight to prepare
A cup of coffee for my wife
It's a ritual that I do
For forty four years
Not that she asks for it
But it's what I love to do
Love is what commands me
To lit a kettle to boil a water
For she likes it when its so hot
A coffee she drinks quite early
Suddenly, now that it's our anniversary
I do the thing I 've been doing ever since
We got married for forty four years back
Yet for the first time I am told just so today
That the coffee I served her now tasted bad
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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.
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The tough Landlord requests a poem?
It's very hard to find a gentleman like him,
A soft spoken, saintly figured
Who waits a long for the due rents
without nagging?
Like a feeble mother who keeps her child
for nine months in her watery safe womb?
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Why all these taboos for the fatal dance?
[A poor farmer, Ethan Frome lives his days throwing his powerful body into trying to draw a living from the frozen ground of his land as well as tending to his dour, sickly wife.When his wife's cousin Mattie comes to help, Ethan eventually finds himself in love with the sweet young woman who shyly tends to her chores about the cold wooden house.]-Quoted from Edith Wharton's celebrtated novel, 'Ethan Frome'.
To that beautiful Widow next door
who winks and sneezes
in his wintry faded dreams
Jingle with sleigh-bells!
He would like to dance
on slippery floors
Because he doesn't know the art of right steps
As Santa Claus?
humbly to the poetess Sridevi!
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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!
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A tall money tree at the edge of the World kiss the pale blue sky? Along the serpentine road
You drive your
Tumbledown car
Barriers a lot!
Poor brakes are not applicable.
Drunken Cops check your tattered driving license
Insurance & etc.,
Beyond the barbed-wire fences
Handsome gangway robbers
Sniff your wallets
Then you recite the prophet's chant?
But you're almost tired
and got down at goodbyes
peaceful grounds?
for the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
[In the life's unscrupulous factory, cruel machines crush your bones, reproductive testicles to sensitive brain, enzyme spleen to sad heart and the helpless souls believe that their fragrant ashes float in the unseen Heaven? ]-nimal
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Fish Oil
'Darling!
This may reduce
Coronary
Heart
Disease
Risk! '
'But
When you're angry
You said that
I do not have a Heart.'
Like a fish
She slips into the Kitchen.
Oh! Life's an Aquarium.
* Humbly to the matured poetess Sri Devi!
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Next door is not just a cafe
Lovers they gather here and sit for a long time.
While sipping a beverage they plan of the future sky scrapers.
Like a shadow an unknown man stands outside
And he does a hat collection for a coffee.
Once he was a combat veteran and his jungle uniform gives an impression of his juvenile.
Though he was a brave soldier, yet he cannot send away even the fly that sits and tastes on his coffee cup.
His limbs are out of order anyway I salute you my dear brother soldier
And the war is over.
* A dedication to the Memorial Day!
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Coffee Courage
The bitter coffee kicked;
I shook and then I licked
My lips and gave a sigh.
Shattered eyes encouraged,
I nearly had envisaged
Waking up an eye.
Another sip; a jolt –
Not unlike a bolt
Of wattage from the mains.
My sockets under strain,
I tried it once again:
Aha! The light, the searing white –
My God, the bloody pain!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
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