Long Poems About Tea
#tea
oskar
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
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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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th May 2022 10:48pm
10th May 2022 10:48pm
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
315 reads
2 Comments
Weak4hissmile
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 7:23am
14th Feb 2022 7:23am
Her midnight tea party with Mr grey
#love
#BDSM
#sensual
#tea
#Romanticism
571 reads
13 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
27th Jan 2022 4:41am
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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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 1:59am
22nd Apr 2021 1:59am
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
279 reads
9 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 3:19am
5th Nov 2020 3:19am
Nov 4 2020 10:03pm (else'where)
Our
pres
si
dent
r a g es
( on
his way
down ).
I (aye'eye) drink
s p a r
kling
pr o bio
tic dr'ink
...
pres
si
dent
r a g es
( on
his way
down ).
I (aye'eye) drink
s p a r
kling
pr o bio
tic dr'ink
...
#corruption
#politics
#pollution
#greed
#tea
295 reads
6 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 3:11pm
14th Jan 2020 3:11pm
Altered State
warm summer day
water flows
by the riverbank
bored little girl
seeking
adventure
don’t be late
don’t be late
pale
frenzied rabbit
late late
important date
tiny
girl
tumbles
under
ground
mathe
matical
conun
drums
bottle
said
drink
me
cake
said ...
water flows
by the riverbank
bored little girl
seeking
adventure
don’t be late
don’t be late
pale
frenzied rabbit
late late
important date
tiny
girl
tumbles
under
ground
mathe
matical
conun
drums
bottle
said
drink
me
cake
said ...
#identity
#books
#confusion #tea
#confusion #tea
409 reads
2 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
10th Jan 2019 8:45am
10th Jan 2019 8:45am
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
525 reads
6 Comments
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