Long Poems About Coffee
#coffee
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 1:44am
6th Mar 2023 1:44am
Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#coffee
#feminism
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 6:22pm
28th Feb 2023 6:22pm
Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
#night
#coffee
#lover
#sensual
#seductive
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 11:35pm
22nd Dec 2022 11:35pm
Winter Coffee Love
Winter Coffee Love
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
#wife
#marriage
#coffee
#sensual
#dystopian
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2022 5:58am
23rd Aug 2022 5:58am
her heart a portal for cosmic rendezvous
her heart a portal for cosmic rendezvous
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed...
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed...
#women
#dreams
#rebirth
#coffee
#college
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 1:12am
12th Aug 2022 1:12am
A Skip to The Loo
With the dawning of my daily consciousness I realized that our English cousins used to be "smashing!" and in more recent times have become "brilliant!". I have spent a lifetime now hemming and hawing between the two only to finally conclude that they must sometimes be... "brilliantly smashing!". A survey of the choicer bits of their literature supports this conclusion.
Here is a short list of books critical to the perpetuation of high quality toffery and verified by yours truly as being worthy of copious damns.
1. The Jefferson Bible. Preferably the Smithsonian...
Here is a short list of books critical to the perpetuation of high quality toffery and verified by yours truly as being worthy of copious damns.
1. The Jefferson Bible. Preferably the Smithsonian...
#coffee
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slipalong
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 7:14pm
9th Dec 2021 7:14pm
Draw up a cup
Haiku/ coffee
Relaxed industry
from the grind, to sit and breathe
caffeine reign supreme
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Mornings Ritual
In the bitterness of winter. I trudge to the well
the spring water reflects the moon
as I wind the handle, bringing it to the surface
place it outside the cabin door,
settling, ready for the morning.
5am, winds are howling like banshee,
the fire pops as...
Relaxed industry
from the grind, to sit and breathe
caffeine reign supreme
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Mornings Ritual
In the bitterness of winter. I trudge to the well
the spring water reflects the moon
as I wind the handle, bringing it to the surface
place it outside the cabin door,
settling, ready for the morning.
5am, winds are howling like banshee,
the fire pops as...
#coffee
329 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 4:12am
11th Sep 2021 4:12am
Coffee Beans For Kisses
Coffee Beans For Kisses
A guy barista paces in front of me seemingly oblivious to my presence at the counter. He disappears into the back room. No sooner does he vanish than my favorite woman barista appears like an angel from a celestial realm. She says, “Hey David told me you were lonely for a woman.”
“Well, truthfully he was right. I need an infusion of female energy. You all are finally catching onto my technique.”
“You better believe it. I see you watching the counter until a woman emerges to serve you. Then you dash up here with a...
A guy barista paces in front of me seemingly oblivious to my presence at the counter. He disappears into the back room. No sooner does he vanish than my favorite woman barista appears like an angel from a celestial realm. She says, “Hey David told me you were lonely for a woman.”
“Well, truthfully he was right. I need an infusion of female energy. You all are finally catching onto my technique.”
“You better believe it. I see you watching the counter until a woman emerges to serve you. Then you dash up here with a...
#women
#dreams
#coffee
#travel
#crush
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6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
#love
#marriage
#rebirth
#coffee
#heaven
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 1:54am
25th Aug 2021 1:54am
Ayurvedic Freedom
Ayurvedic Freedom
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
#women
#erotic
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Aug 2021 1:24am
17th Aug 2021 1:24am
Eva's Finishing School For Her Man
Eva’s Finishing School For Her Man
“Hi, I’d like a cup of decaf with a lot of almond milk.”
“Do you want it hot or cold?”
“Well hot of course.”
She starts to heat the milk. “Hey, I meant the coffee hot not the milk. I want the milk cold.”
She says, “Sorry, I lost my mind for a second.”
“I lost mine on a wide-angle curve on a highway somewhere in New Mexico.”
She replies, “Wish I’d been a passenger in your car. I am not much on driving but love to travel.” She concocts my desired combination of milk and coffee and rings me up on the...
“Hi, I’d like a cup of decaf with a lot of almond milk.”
“Do you want it hot or cold?”
“Well hot of course.”
She starts to heat the milk. “Hey, I meant the coffee hot not the milk. I want the milk cold.”
She says, “Sorry, I lost my mind for a second.”
“I lost mine on a wide-angle curve on a highway somewhere in New Mexico.”
She replies, “Wish I’d been a passenger in your car. I am not much on driving but love to travel.” She concocts my desired combination of milk and coffee and rings me up on the...
#women
#romantic
#dreams
#coffee
#crush
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Coffee
