Four Coffee Poems

 

SNARLING, SASSY, SNARKY, SMARMY, SARCASTIC COFFEE THOUGHTS

 

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

I pound down the coffee

First thing I do every day as the dawning sunlight

Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but God damn coffee

 

I mean--we are talking about a snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, silly, stupid, sadistic, sad, happy, euphoric, high as a kite, sarcastic, satanic, divine, sexy, sweet as honey, growling, gnarly, Cowabunga, mean old rotten, angry, vengeful, jealous, smelly, malodorous, wicked, nasty, bitchy, rich, expensive, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, kiss ass, evil, nuclear, narcotic, alcoholic, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, lovely, delicious, bitter, smooth, silky, hard as ice, divinely inspired, jazzy, hip happy, rapping, rhyming, beats breaking, rock and roll up the Yazoo, bombs away, all speed ahead, spendific, speeding, beatnik, hippie, pontific, politically aware, communistic and capitalistic, bluesy, soulful, God in the cup, Jesus, Allah and Mohammed, Buddhist, Hindu, Christian, Taoist, Zoroastrian, Sai Babai, Ganesh, Rama, Shiva, Kali, Durga, Cthulhu, trouble with a capital T, right here, right now in River City, devilishly angelic, crazy assed, wild, erotic vision inducing, pornographic, graphic, insane, psychotic, paranoid, WOW good to the last god damn drop - rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

As I pound down that first cup of coffee

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind numbing fear

 

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having

Following the great leader's latest pronouncements

 

I want to scream and shoot the TV

And run out side

Shouting "Stop the world. I want to get off this fucking crazy planet."

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

It merely shrugs and moves around the sun

In its appointed daily run

 

And I sit down

The madness dissipating a bit

And enjoy my second cup

Of heaven and hell

In my morning cup of Joe

 

 

 

ODE TO COFFEE

 

Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bittersweet ambrosial brew

Every time I inhale your witch's brew I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is al right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes

I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms

In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner desert drink

I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world

And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I've never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure

Even the dismal coffee 
Served at Denny's at 3 am
Is still sweet loving coffee

Even the farmer brother's diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight

Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence

Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left

Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends

And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup

A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell

Coffee is like a drug 
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains 

It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you

It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out 
And play with it

Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea 

Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running

Every great invention
Was fed by coffee's sweet brew sweet allure

All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee's magic

Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady

Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion

Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire

I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too

 

 

 

Dream 1196 No More Coffee Blues

4-23-2014

 

I love coffee

Always have

 

And coffee has loved me back

But lately I have soured on her

Soured on the whole coffee scene

 

On the harshness of the morning brew

And the promises it makes

 

As I sip of its nectar

Drawn into its lair

 

Drinking drop by drop

As the caffeine takes over

 

Rewriting my every nerve

Turning me into a slave

For its perverted pleasure

 

Yes I love coffee

But I am afraid

 

Coffee is a harsh mistress

Demanding so much of me

 

Promising the sun

And delivering the moon

 

As I drink her swill

Deepening under her influence

 

I have the coffee blues

CanÕt live without her

CanÕt live with her

 

I try

But tea does not cut it

Not really

 

Booze does not do it

At least not in the morning

 

Yoga is not enough of a buzz

Nor is the runnerÕs high

 

And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

And speed and drugs and energy drinks

 

And so I remain a slave to coffee

My only legal drug

 

As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

Once more failing my resolve

 

To skip coffee for that day

That morning that moment

 

I shall never be free of her spell

Ever and she knows it

 

As she beckons me

Every morning with her intoxicating smell

 

And I come to her and drink her brew

And become her slave again and again

                                                             

 

 

Coffee

 

Hot as hell, heavenly sweet

My daily hot coffee fix

Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes into Hell

 

 

© John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller

 

Bio:  John (ŅJakeÓ ) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries-- Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada,  Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia,  St Vincent, Spain and Thailand, and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, and The Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Cafˇ and DuaneÕs Poetree (under the name Jake Lee).  He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career–full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.