Consistency
little by little
a little bit of this and that
everyday
a pinch of salt
a single cube of sugar
a dropp of oil
a bay leaf
a little cut of lemon grass
a sip and a moment
with you
call it tea
or soup
don't ask for coffee
i don't have any.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simplifying Life
back to the basics now
when it is hard soften it
when is dry
wet it
when it is too hot
wait
when it is bland
put a little salt
or a pinch of sugar
if you want it a little bit sweet
or sour
then use a little vinegar
or
add some drops of lemon
a cube of seasoning
or to appease the tongue
put the black pepper
or the chili sauce
when things are frozen
thaw it
it is just like life
when things get rough
my dear
be tough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sugar Man
Roy orbison/ bill dees
Look at me walking free, day and night
Here I come, Im the one to treat you right
Ill make your dreams come true, Ill do what I can
Baby when I do, you can say you knew the sugar man
I can make lemon sweet, yes I can
I can make trick a treat, yes I can
Im a walkin honeycomb, complete with candy kisses
Woman come along, you dont want to miss this sugar man
When the temperature drops, call the heater man
When the water stops, call the plumber man
When youre feelin lonely, you know who to see
Look in the yellow pages of your directory, look for me
Sugar in the mornin, sugar every night
Sugar in between times, sugar anytime
Take me by the hand I wanna be your sugar man
Baby understand, I gotta be your sugar man
Let me be your sugar man, I wanna be your sugar man
I gotta be your sugar man, let me be your sugar man, I wanna be your sugar man....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Green Tea
The hot water pours
And each sugar cube and leaf
Dissolves, disappears.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Cafe Nero’s.... Love Potion!
After dinner and champagne with your lover
Now’s the time, you’re not with your mother,
Take a lemon wedge and gently run it
Around the rim of two wine glasses,
Turn upside down and dip edges into sugar,
Add 1oz of Galliano into each glass, light the
Liqueur with a match like Rome let it burn
A moment until the sugar turns brown...
Put out the flame with a coaster.
Now add fresh brewed coffee, top off both
With piped fresh whipped cream and shaved chocolat,
Sit close and enjoy...if you enjoyed maybe have another,
Oh but be warned you will not be able to keep
Your hands off each other!
poem by Ken e Hall
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Something Negligible
like small amounts of caffeine
small doses of morphine
a little sugar
a pinch of salt
a dropp of honey
some other matters
negligible
an out of town date with
infidelity
a tint of light
a shadow of a chunk of
a body of
a quart of solubility
diffusing into a very small space
a little part of water
and sand
a little of everything
until you become little too
tiny like a grain
of iron filling
still attached magnetically
to something
undefined.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hassan
Put a cube of sugar into your small tea cup and drink your tea with care,
There you will feel the taste of my love like the land of many flowers!
Now put another cube of sugar into a very big tea cup and drink your tea,
Nut this time around without mush feelings of my muse like the first tea cup;
For this is the truth about life because, there are various actions on this earth!
But they are all not written down in books for many readers to have the impact.
Hassan my lover,
Wake up to the facts of life and think about the concentrations of things;
But many are diluted for many reasons,
So seek out for the right books in life to lead you on to meet your goals.
A cube of sugar gas the clue like the glue for your shoes,
But try to taste life in the right ways than wasting it! !
Because not all the written books do have the same impact on the readers,
But life must surely go on!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Man with Three Wives...
you ask,
how can did he manage to
have three wives?
well, he always buys things
in three sets:
three kilos of sugar
three bags of rice
three pieces of fish
three pinches of salt
three sachets of native coffee
three coffee mugs
three dresses with same design
and so everyone is happy
ever after.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At two o’clock in the afternoon
You complicate yourself
It is hot and you need a fan
You sweat
And in between some quick naps
You snap
For some missing thoughts
And you said
You need something to take
To remember
What you miss awhile
You need coffee
Or lemon tea
You do not want
Something cold
This is the hot portion of the day
And you do not want to crack
You scribble
There is something that is terribly lacking
In this foreplay of a good remembering
Something passionate
Or romantic
Or something to shock you so you do not
Get sleepy
You remember some lines at the tip
Of your tongue
But you cannot complete what you just remember
You sip coffee
It is so sweet and you do not like sugar
At two o’clock in the afternoon
You are half awake
You want to write but you cannot remember
You would rather sleep
But it is just too hot
And you are sweating
You keep mumbling words
Keeping yourself busy with what you
Remember and forget and cannot
Completely discard
Something is bugging you really
You know
You just don’t want to say it
You simply want to ignore it
It is facing you confronting you
Like a neighbor wanting
A fistfight
You turn your head away
And you keep saying it is hot and I
Need coffee but there is so much sugar
I can have tea, I am busy
Either you can have her or me
Not both, for God’s sake
Face it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Somebody
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's about ready to give up
That's when she says "I've been there before
But keep on lookin'
Cause maybe who you're lookin' for is
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody"
Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue eyed girl
From two floors up
Maybe she's the one
Maybe he could fall in love with
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there
At that diner waitin' on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there
Oh, somewhere out there
Is somebody
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Alankar (Decor) -25
Over A Cup Of Coffee (Rondine)
Tense, jittery over a cup of coffee
They talked for long hours
A coffee dropp bored of hours
Told the lady with a cup of coffee
'My lady, finish your coffee
A bored dropp on lips yours
Tense, jittery'
'Not mine'said the lady with coffee
'Fault is his wasting hours
Blot or break..his settling hours
So are we and this cup of coffee
Tense, jittery'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Blackeyed Peas and Fresh Carrots
Blackeyed peas and fresh carrots cooked,
Together...
Is a surprising combination that is delicious.
Boil a medium pot of water.
Add olive oil, salt, garlic and onion.
Soy sauce with a bit of lemon.
And butter too if you wish this to salivate.
Bring these ingredients together!
In at least a ten minute boil.
Add the blackeyed peas and carrots.
Lower the cooking heat.
And within fourty five minutes,
Enjoy as you eat!
Be careful.
You are going to want this everyday.
Over rice or mashed potatos.
Or perhaps...
With my,
Sweet and sour brown sugar baked steak.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's Your Name?
while walking...
i stopped beneath a tree,
and spoke to a leaf:
'what's your name? '
the leaf paused for a moment,
and spoke,
'you can call me child of the limb,
or child of the tree,
or child of the earth,
or child of the sun and rain...
or you can just call me, Bob!
what's your name? '
i thought for a moment,
and smiled:
'you can just call me...
.....leaf! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Do you know My Dear?
Do you know My Dear?
The dew dropp that does not fall on the ground,
The mysterious dropp that surrenders inside the flower,
The dream dropp that hangs at the tip of a leaf,
The retiring dropp that collects at the edge of the eye,
It is nothing but the remains of our silent conversation!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Sugar
M. pinkard / s. mitchell / f. alexander
Sugar, i call my baby my sugar
I never maybe my sugar
That sugar baby of mine
He's special ration
Funny, he never asks for my money
All i give him is honey
And that he can spend anytime
I'd make a million trips to lips
It i were a bee
Because he's sweeter than chocolate candy to me
He's confectionary
Sugar, i never cheat on my sugar
Cause i'm too sweet on my sugar
That sugar baby of mine
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Dream
My eyes opened,
And I was in a cemented cube.
Filled with materials that had no life.
I tried speaking to each surface,
To each curve, to each angle…
But there was no possible communication.
No exchange of energy…
Nothing.
Only the simple image,
That was easily distinguished in my mind.
Easily bendable, easily distorted.
The relationship between I,
And the inside of this cube…
…Was a superficial one.
It taught me nothing valuable,
Since the objects seemed to find themselves
To be of enough value.
This made me joyless and lonesome.
I did not find any meaning inside
The cube.
So I carried my body out of it.
And life rushed into me.
My senses now had purpose.
My body became the object…
The tangible force,
Which carries the light in me.
This light of one light.
Single energy,
That inhabits all that is living.
It was in that moment,
That I began to live.
poem by Erica Borges
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Questions......
lady, (lady in black
gown, black hat, and
hand-gloves)
why do you want your
coffee black?
why do you always want
bitterness?
why always alone
sitting on a chair facing the sea
and drinking the salt of
the breeze
with your black coffee?
why sip bitterness
when
to my mind, coffee would be
better with cream
and honey
with someone beside you
facing the sea and
savoring the salt of the sea
with that black coffee of yours?
lady, why mourn
when joy is just around the bend?
why can't we be alone
together?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Good Poem
a good poem is as good as it makes you feel
good,
about yourself and your world, your pains
and joys, your sorrows and pains, all mixed up
into one salad
a bowl of greens and reds
a slice of lemon, black olives,
a little pinch of salt, a garnishing
of olive oil, and some
cheese.
and of course, the purple onions
that you peel one by one
tears and the lasting smile
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sugar Mama
Written by c. burnett.
Now then tell me sugar mama
Now where in the world did you get your sugar from?
Now then tell me sugar mama
Now where in the world did you get your sugar from?
Was it back in philadelphia woman?
Back from the place where you come from
You know theyre braggin about your sugar
Yes I said theyre braggin about it all over town
Yes I said theyre braggin about your sugar
Whoa I said theyre braggin about it all over town
Everyplace I go
Sugar mama, sure can here your name
I like my coffee sweet in the morning baby
Yes you know Im crazy about my tea at night
Yes I said I like my coffee sweet in the morning
Baby you know Im just crazy about my tea at night
Dont get my sugar three times a day
Baby you know you and me just cant get along right
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Naked Before My Eyes
feeling empty
i sense you
i get near you
feeling your hand
and you look at me
knowing something
that fills you too
i like you to be
my empty cup
to my hot water
i can be more
than hot water
i can be a spoon
stirring you and
you can be coffee too
and cream and
sugar and mint
i can be the mouth
that opens to drink
you as coffee and
surely we shall have
a good time together
tonight i like you
to be more than coffee
and cream and sugar
just be yourself naked
before my emptiness
and i can also be more
than a mouth to you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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