I LOVE A CUP OF COFFEE - by Jennifer Bates

I LOVE A CUP OF COFFEE by  Jennifer  Bates I love a cup of coffee I like a brew or two A mocha or a latte either one will do I love a cup of coffee a cappuccino hits the spot Sprinkle it with chocolate and serve it piping hot I love a cup of coffee a short black or a long Just push that little button and make it nice and strong I love a cup of coffee espresso or flat white And don’t add any sugar as the taste is always right I love a cup of coffee a macchiato is just fine I’d rather have a coffee than have a glass of wine I love that little coffee bean dark or mild or light No matter what the time of day morning noon or night So if I haven’t made it clear I’ll say it one more time I love a cup of coffee …. is it your shout or is it mine?

FROM DEPRESSO TO ESPRESSO - by Adam Jenkins

 

FROM  DEPRESSO  TO  ESPRESSO  by Adam Jenkins When you’re running on fumes and in need of a lift and you’re generally feeling depresso’d, Then your shortcut to putting more spring in your step is a classic Italian espresso But it’s raining outside and your umbrella's bust, wouldn’t stand half a chance in this twister It’s coffee you need, it’s essential, a must But you’re miles from the nearest barista ‘If only’, you curse, to your foolish past-self, You’d have taken the time to prepare And sat willing and waiting on a quiet kitchen shelf Just at the foot of the stairs... ...was a simple machine that could make dreams come true, And whip up a shot in a flash With no need to even put on your shoes, And saving you plenty of cash A Gator moka does all this and more, It’s your friendly domestic hero Just for simple espresso, or you can pour, Lattes, flat whites, cappuccinos So don’t hang about or procrastinate Don’t expect stock to hang around At these prices tomorrow might just be too late So click on the button right now From zero to hero in five seconds flat You’ll never get anything lesser With Gator you’re guaranteed far more than that: More smiles and coffee that’s quite simply better

COFFEE - by Peter Gareth

COFFEE  by   Peter Gareth  Only you can take me out of bed And get me through the day With you all of my troubles lay dead All of my demons are chased away You need no sugar, need no cream I like you dark, bitter and true Together we make a perfect team For with you I never feel blue I’d dare to say you’re my best friend Whether simple or a fancy blend We’re a match to the very end.

GOOD MORNING - poem

GOOD   MORNING I want to be the one who I want to be the one who wakes you up every morning I want to be the one to makes your life so bright I want to be the one to be with you Every day and every while Sure in the morning I miss you my sweetheart Because you know that you stay in my heart So please accept my first morning cheer As I just want to wish good morning my dear Good morning to you Keep smiling through !

DREAM - by Michael David Coffey

DREAM by Michael David Coffey Dream, dream, dream Of life in a rose garden In passion consumed Pink roses in your hair Dream, dream Of lying in soft fragrance Between heaven and earth In a mist of love, loving Dream Of lying on the floral altar Covered in red rose petals In paradise consumed

ODE TO CHOCOLATE - by Barbara Crooker

ODE  TO  CHOCOLATE  by  Barbara Crooker I hate milk chocolate, don’t want clouds of cream diluting the dark night sky, don’t want pralines or raisins, rubble in this smooth plateau. I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the color. Oh, chocolate! From the spice bazaars of Africa, hulled in mills, beaten, pressed in bars. The cold slab of a cave’s interior, when all the stars have gone to sleep. Chocolate strolls up to the microphone and plays jazz at midnight, the low slow notes of a bass clarinet. Chocolate saunters down the runway, slouches in quaint boutiques; its style is je ne sais quoi. Chocolate stays up late and gambles, likes roulette. Always bets on the noir.

A CUP OF COFFEE - by Jazlle D. H.

A  CUP  OF  COFFEE     by  Jazlle D. H. A cup of hot coffee Is like your fiery eyes, Filled with intimate passion A love with intense emotion. A cup of hot coffee Is like your flaming heart, Pleading with blazing devotion A vow full of inspiration. A cup of hot coffee Is like your fervid embrace, Soothing as ardent kisses A flare to come to my senses !

ODE TO A CUPPA COFFEE - by Sadiqullah Khan

ODE  TO  A  CUPPA  COFFEE  by  Sadiqullah Khan The stir is the circle of fate Chewed to remain forever awake Meditation in mocha before its discovery From soils in Africa the bean in Arabica Purity of the romance in walls adored Mud and water and beans in jute Down the fingers for the texture On the nose with eyes closed Perception of divine yet the beauty With both hands for the eyes see Fumes like the hairs of love Like dusk after the sunset Eyes twilight First sip in creamy froth not unlike In slow heat brewing the cup Hence from where it is said life began To the other sip goes the consciousness Unreason still in unself now Unfold the variousness in cup small What mystery when dark of the chocolate With Havana leaf and glass of smoke After the wine in third course It kills with donuts from the hands Old lady had been for long preserving Bavarian apple with lemon for buds Ode to wine and ode to olive Ode to coffee in ware molded Made from earth of the Persian soil Perfected is it in Italia or Gaul With wine dampened cooked in holy fire The mystic declares his own rules My love the many names and flavors Still brown beans are the hazel of your eyes This ode I write to the taste of blood Dried though on luscious lips From my heart the words I spell By the last sip of the cup in hand I have loved you from ages Like my drunken eyes today They asked me what tavern last night What cup in whose hand and who was the love

A SCENT OF COFFEE - by Sandra Fowler

A  SCENT  OF  COFFEE  by Sandra Fowler The moon has interlocked the night in glass. Trees are no more than dark designs on grass. The mood of music opens like a flower. A scent of coffee validates the hour. One wonders how two shadows can embrace. For after all, time leaves so little space. Only the smallest whisper of a word, Makes old friends know emotion has been heard. The landscape is a poem memorized, A fey tune only captured by still eyes. The light diversified by windowpanes Diminishes, it may not come again.