Chemical poison
Of coke zero tastes so good
Out of coffee beans..
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: My mortar & pestle of magic beans
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coffee
MONDAY AGAIN
Monday morning
Pissed off traffic
Caffeine and loud music
Fueling the foot pressed
Against the pedal
Only speed and song and
Consuming liquid heat
Can make the pain
Of waking early
Of working on Monday
(After endless freedom)
Go away…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Morning, Moon and Espresso by CS
CAFFEINE BEAN HAIKU
Get out of bed, now
Grind me! Boil me! you sing
Magical morning…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
Image: my magical mortar & pestle
HAPPY NATIONAL COFFEE DAY (USA)!
Seem to have only written two poems about coffee that I will repost in honor of this grand day:
https://poeturja.wordpress.com/2015/08/19/kafa-coffee-haiku/
This one is mainly about music but coffee makes it so much better:
https://poeturja.wordpress.com/2015/06/13/opening-riffs/
(c) Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
KAFA (COFFEE) HAIKU
Kafa from Turkey
Oceanic muddy bottom
Morning zips away
© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
OPENING RIFFS
What are the pleasures of old age?
Worse, what will go first: Hearing? Eyesight?
Sitting cross-legged in the dark, eyes closed
Demitasse of espresso
Close by, on the floor
Placing the ear buds and blasting the R&R
From my iPOD Shuffle
Clicking through each beginning riff
Here is Heart’s riff going crazy on me
Click
Here is Clapton’s riff as he gets down on his knees
Click
Here is Hendrix’s riff as he spins a Dylan song into musical history
Click
Here is Ronstadt’s riff wondering when she will be loved
Click
Here is Joplin’s riff with nothing left to lose
Click
Here is Jim Morrison’s riff, anagrammed Mr. Mojo Rising
Click
Here is Deep Purple’s riff as the smoke engulfs the water
Click
Click
Click
❤ Music and coffee, the pleasures of old age ❤
© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Maiden, Mother and Mage: A Day of Poetry
REPOSTED FOR SELF-ENCOURAGEMENT AS I LEARN TO PLAY THE UKULELE 🙂
HUMOR IN HORROR (Last Night’s True Nightmare)
Running down a dark passageway
Chased by long-haired hippie males
Here am I, clutching a cup of coffee
Bouncing backpack hindering my escape
I know they’re going to hurt me
Must flee!
Doorway looms
Run through
Try closing the door with my hip
Put down the coffee! I think in my nightmare
Never!
Get the door closed
Big hips good for childbirthing and door closings
Left hand locks it
(How would my Romani Gran interpret this?)
Look at the coffee:
No spills!
A bit of humor in my horror?
Must be old age because most days
Everything seems eye-rollingly droll…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
