COFFEE POEMS

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Only You In Sight

Neither tea nor coffee
Nor wine nor whiskey
Just make yourself free
And come and sit with me.
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C K Rawat

C K Rawat
The Best Is Yet To Come

As my heart pounds,
It melted into an ice-berg
As the stream of regret,
flowing from my eyeball,
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Steve Anc

Steve Anc
The Bitter Side

Life is a coin
With two sharp side
One side like a moon
One side like a blade
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Wilderness

The clutter and the clatter,
The morning dew drops drip,
The stormy weather,
The taste in each coffee sip.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone

O mud, mud, how fluid! â??-
Thick as foreign coffee, and with a sluggy pulse.
Speak, speak! Who is it?
It is the bowel-pulse, lover of digestibles.
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Sylvia Plath
Two Old Houses

Away from mismatched buildings which seems to go on above the 7th heaven with perfect shape and structure yet with poorest enlightenment, there is a pretty yet petty little small town at the edge of the waters.
Away from cold hearts handling warm coffee sitting in crisp winter air, there is a town with warm hearts handling cold coffee in peaceful summer air.
A bit too far away from here in that pretty little town, there is a street with perfect enlightenment and finally in that street, there stands two houses proudly facing each other since 1987.
One house Is bold white and the other one is dull black with same structure, same kind of tulips in their garden which sway slightly in the same air as they nod each other greetings in the morning.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
Still-life

Through the open French window the warm sun
Lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid
Round a bowl of crimson roses, for one -
A service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed
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Elizabeth Daryush
Virginity

My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.

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Robert Service

Robert Service
Snow

The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Preludes

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
A Goodnight

Go to sleep-though of course you will not-
to tideless waves thundering slantwise against
strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray
dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind,
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William Carlos Williams
The Working Monarch

Rising early in the morning,
We proceed to light the fire,
Then our Majesty adorning
In its work-a-day attire,
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Smells

WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:

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Christopher Morley
The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
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Gwendolyn Brooks
Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
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Jane Taylor
Next Time

I'll know the names of all of the birds
and flowers, and not only that, I'll
tell you the name of the piano player
I'm hearing right now on the kitchen
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Joyce Sutphen
In Rotterdam

I

I gaze upon a city,â??
A city new and strange,â??
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
An Old Life

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
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Donald Hall
Early Sunday Morning

I used to mock my father and his chums
for getting up early on Sunday morning
and drinking coffee at a local spot
but now Iâ??m one of those chumps.
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Edward Hirsch
Er Caffettiere Fisolofo (the Philosophizing Barman)

L'ommini de sto monno sò l'istesso
Che vaghi de caffè ner macinino:
C'uno prima, uno doppo, e un'antro appresso,
Tutti quanti però vanno a un distino.
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Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
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William Stafford
The Elder Brother.

Centrick, in London noise, and London follies,
Proud Covent Garden blooms, in smoky glory;
For chairmen, coffee-rooms, piazzas, dollies,
Cabbages, and comedians, fame'd in story!
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George Colman
My Indian Summer

Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
Discordant sounds I hardly hear.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Diet Song

Well breakfast black coffee one slice of dry toast no butter no jelly no jam
Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham
Dinner one chicken wing broiled not fried no gravy no biscuits no pie
And this dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin' sure is a rough way to die
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Five A.m.

Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
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Allen Ginsberg
Thompson-s Lunch Room-grand Central Station

STUDY IN WHITES
Wax-whiteâ??
Floor, ceiling, walls.
Ivory shadows
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Full Flight

I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.
It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers
is why I think of beanies, those hats that would spin
a young head into the clouds. The plane is red and loud
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Bob Hicok
The Sea

There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
Banjo Dog Variations

Tramps on the road: floating clouds. OLD CHINESE POEM

1

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Donald Justice
Nirvana

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
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Charles Bukowski
My Indian Summer

Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
Discordant sounds I hardly hear.
.....

Robert William Service
To Poetry

Donâ??t desert me
just because I stayed up last night
watching The Lost Weekend.

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Edward Hirsch
Staying At Ed's Place

I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything.
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,
or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground.

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May Swenson
Towns In Colour

I

Red Slippers

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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Two-an'-six

Merry voices chatterin',
Nimble feet dem patterin',
Big an' little, faces gay,
Happy day dis market day.
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Claude Mckay
Answer To Dr. Delany's Fable Of The Pheasant And Lark.

1730


In ancient times, the wise were able
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
Coffee

They sat in a circle with their coffee-cups.
One dropped in a lump of sugar,
One stirred with a spoon.
I saw them as a circle of ghosts
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
No. 6

I'll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
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Charles Bukowski
The Ashantee War

'Twas in the year of 1874, and on New Year's Day,
The British Army landed at Elmina without dismay,
And numbering in all, 1400 bayonets strong,
And all along the Cape Coast they fearlessly marched along,
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
The Lake

The yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
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Deborah Ager
Spring Day

Bath

The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus
in the air.
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Bec?s Birth-day Nov. 8, 1726

This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
La Paloma In London

About Soho we went before the light;
We went, unresting six, craving new fun,
New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night
Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done.
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Claude Mckay
One Morning

Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter
rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of this savage
valediction. That headlong high sound the oystercatcher makes
came echoing through the rocky cove
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Eamon Grennan
Neighbors

On Forty-first Street
near Eighth Avenue
a frame house wobbles.

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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Beer

1 In those old days which poets say were golden --
2 (Perhaps they laid the gilding on themselves:
3 And, if they did, I'm all the more beholden
4 To those brown dwellers in my dusty shelves,
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Charles Stuart Calverley
A Strange Wild Song

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
Only A Boche

We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie;
For what's the use of risking one's skin for a tyke that's going to die?
What's the use of tearing him loose under a gruelling fire,
When he's shot in the head, and worse than dead, and all messed up on the wire?
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Caroline Branson

With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked,
As often before, the April fields till star-light
Silkened over with viewless gauze the darkness
Under the cliff, our trysting place in the wood,
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Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters
A Christmas Morning

One of my father's oldest stories:
how when he was a boy growing up
in that town, there were no ponies.
Buggies were gone almost as soon
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Jared Carter