Long Poems About Tea
#tea
~of the teas and rafflesias, of life and death respectively:)(
nope, don’t put that cold
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
#love
#lust
#spiritual
#tea
#TruthOfLife
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Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
#dreams
#magic
#surreal
#tea
#women
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russia, my lovely
Russia, my lovely
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
#alcohol
#food
#tea
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Paris of the Plains
Kansas City had a rich jazz culture,
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
#art
#passion
#tea
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Her midnight tea party with Mr grey

#love
#BDSM
#sensual
#tea
#Romanticism
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Coffee, Tea, or Barista
Coffee, Tea, or Barista
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
The sunshine in her tresses is an aura of the sacred woman. She sends her womanly vibes in the form of a message from across the glass of the pastry rack. “How is your day going?”
“Just a relaxed kind of day.”
“What brings you to our realm of coffee?”
“I come here to write poetry and prose. The meditative music and peaceful energy put me in a frame to create.”
She smirks mischievously, “Oh, and watching the people fits in that scheme. Lots of beauty to behold including the Baristas.”
“Well, I...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#sexy #tea
#sexy #tea
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Josie the Roshi
Josie the Roshi
He opens, “We are a far piece from Japan.
What brought you to open a Zendo here, Josie?”
“Zen on the beach appealed to me.
I am not a stoic Zen master”
Josie the Roshi tells him,
“These shoes turned up on the lost and found
after our group tea ceremony.
Often the tea ceremony performed
by the geisha becomes so hypnotic
that the man gets temporary amnesia.
Humor an old lady and slip into these shoes.
If...
He opens, “We are a far piece from Japan.
What brought you to open a Zendo here, Josie?”
“Zen on the beach appealed to me.
I am not a stoic Zen master”
Josie the Roshi tells him,
“These shoes turned up on the lost and found
after our group tea ceremony.
Often the tea ceremony performed
by the geisha becomes so hypnotic
that the man gets temporary amnesia.
Humor an old lady and slip into these shoes.
If...
#marriage
#Buddhist
#rebirth #tea
#rebirth #tea
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Nov 4 2020 10:03pm (else'where)
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his way
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I (aye'eye) drink
s p a r
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pr o bio
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...
#corruption
#politics
#pollution
#greed
#tea
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Genmaicha, Green & Tea
The old metal pot whistles an eerie pitch
one that forces my thoughts to an ancient
time of feudal ancestors and perhaps a
familiar soul liken to the old soul within
my present Hawaiian Geisha who tips
and toes a line of devoted love not felt
by my spirit for many decades.
The steam escaping the pot lets me know
it beckons me to pour the heated fluid into
the ceremonial pot prior to traditional
"Ippuku sashi agemasu"(1) to my love
my Honorable,...
one that forces my thoughts to an ancient
time of feudal ancestors and perhaps a
familiar soul liken to the old soul within
my present Hawaiian Geisha who tips
and toes a line of devoted love not felt
by my spirit for many decades.
The steam escaping the pot lets me know
it beckons me to pour the heated fluid into
the ceremonial pot prior to traditional
"Ippuku sashi agemasu"(1) to my love
my Honorable,...
#love
#friendship
#tea
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