Coffee Blended-Tanka

Coffee Blended – Tanka

(Concubine Lane, Ipoh)

 

from the night i slept
to the morn' of your beauty
where night and day met
the sun shines with its glory
in your arms sun' s brighter dear


the day will begin
with a loving thought 'bout you
coffee blended love
that's how we are my dearest
lost without the caffeine kick


For Kim’s MMPP https://artwolfen.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/merry-may-poetry-play/

ODE TO CAPPUCINNO

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s nest in a lilac bush or just looking up at the sky and watching the clouds go by.

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For today I am writing an ode to all coffee enthusiast’s favorite coffee blend; cappucino and a Saturday afternoon guilty pleasure of fitness enthusiasts as well. Come sit with me over a cup of cappuccino and a million lovely thoughts.

ODE TO CAPPUCCINO

 

Oh, cappuccino you’re like
secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

 

Thank you for
being pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

 

Oh, how I love your
choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss-cross fantasies.

 

You are lovingly
blended by delicate hand
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorned.

 

 

Now the window panes, soaking with rain
against the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cozy, midnight blue couches.

 

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirrorball of the soul.

 

ahhh! how I longed for my sweet cappuccino

 

 

P.S

You are my cappuccino
the sweetest version
with a bitter after taste

and I love you that way
sweet and bitter
doesn’t matter anyway

Will You Go With Me, To Paris?

will you take my hand
as I walk along the streets
where the aroma of light,
fruity to burnt coffee
lightly caramelized
almost nutty is teasing
my senses and the scent
of a handmade bread
is making me salivate
as I tear the croissant into pieces
butter them up before each bite
or we can dunk it in coffee
which would be fun
 if you want

will you sit beside me
as I write every word of love
admiration and passion
I have for you
while I struggle
to rhyme every word
and count every syllable
or better yet, I’ll settle for free verse
I am sure though I could not rhyme them
or even count the syllables
as you will be busy tickling
and delightfully bugging me
will you go with me,
to Paris?
let’s have coffee and croissant
and write our first love poem together

meanwhile, a coffee with you anywhere else would be lovely

it doesn’t even have to be a croissant, it could be just a slice of Japanese cake or BLT sandwich

it doesn’t even have to be a freshly brewed coffee, it could be just a homemade tea or a mango juice

we don’t even need to walk the streets of Paris

cos it feels like Paris with you

 

P.S.

For Irma, whose post about Paris and its migrant workers touched my heart so much https://iidorun.wordpress.com/2019/09/04/salt-of-the-city-a-haibun/ and her inspiring story about her then boyfriend’s marriage proposal in Paris.

And for Punam https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/03/14/first-love/ whose love poems makes you wanna fall in love all over again and go to Paris, the city of love

And more love for everyone as we battle the current health scare❤❤❤

Gone -poem

Gone

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The sun is up today
so I gleefully  say
“This espresso I am having
is soothing and warming”.

I bet it’s from the blue mountain of Jamaica, Columbia, Guatemala or Java
it has a golden colored crema on top
and that robust flavor made me snap.

I felt a sweet lingering after taste
so I snag another cup in haste
**ensaymada is what I am having it with
“soft and delicate; buttery and grilled”.

It’s a sunny day today
as I take a sip, grab a bite and say
“Dad, it’s been really a long while
you’re way too gone but I miss you still”.

 

Note:

In memory of my father who has gone ahead of us to heaven.

**Ensaymada is a pastry product from Mallorca. It is a common cuisine eaten in most former Castilian territories in Latin America and the Philippines.

Hidden

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heart torn in secret sufferings,

lips strongly formed.

sighing…

crying…

escaping….

unhappy poet, hiding

(Lino Robles’ reply to the unhappy poet hiding…)

yet each darkened night

in hours becomes light

is what I see in her eyes

as

I see my future in het skyline

lesson learned redemption is mine

when the tears dry from her eyes

P.S.

Thanks so much to Lino for this wonderful reply….check out his site….his one great poet…

Mondays of Longing

The rain danced merrily

along with the sun

beautifully performed 

in a piano sonata

upon that day, a Monday

our roads foretold a melody

in early summer

in late December.

You walked past me slightly

along my left slowly

I struggled to escape

your brown eyes so elegant,

so deep…

so unfathomable…

yet you caught me.

My heart skipped

My breath drowned

You took away everything.

my blurry eyes…

my broken breath…

my bloody heart…

You let our wary hands met

let my heart finally 

rest from this chase

let my Polaris shine its light upon us

that, eventually

those repeating, endless days

those days of Monday

those Mondays of longing no more.

cloud nine (ecstatic feeling)

a deep loud vibration is beating

in cool afternoon sheets.

she heard you breathe noisily while sleeping

in rough hoarse voices.

a melody in a different tone

in deep brightened sleep.

she felt you’re good and done

in shadows right through a nap.

a joyful release of fondness

in warmest sweet devotion.

she felt your touch of coolness

in slow-moving affection.

as you lay down in bed,

so calm and candid.

 

 

P.S. Random thoughts during a lazy Saturday afternoon when napping nor going out for a walk is not an option…i just miss you sleeping beside me..

Thoughtfully

 

I slowly turned the lights

off…

A dwindling gesture of joy creeps in

A voice resounding within.

A desire is so strong to manifest.

I lie down in bed…

A hole appears from somewhere

In the middle of nowhere…

Taking my breath away.

I slowly close my eyes…

A view appears up there

Of a future farther…

Of myself steadier.

And I intensely breathe in…

Taking much more of reality

that…

the voice yells differently,

the hole leads to uncertainty,

the view tells insanity…

that…

one day my voice will be heard,

the hole won’t be empty,

and the view will be a sight…

a beautiful sight of what’s

within the real me.

 

P.S. a moment of coffee and me; a moment of peaceful solitude

I Miss YOU More

Oblivious of the time

and around;

I longed for your

hold so tight.

Your hold that keeps my steady

gaze in place;

your hold that once made a

better me.

Incognizant of how i felt

wanting how much of you

i can take.

I never imagined it would be

this dark without you,

the darkness that seemed to

topple down my soul

the darkness i once ignored

for you are there

holding closely as i fear.

It seems just a while,

but no, it’s really been a long while,

a really long while

since you walked away

unnoticed

It numbed my mind;

froze my heart.

I can’t take you out of

my life.

I need to touch you again.

I need to hold you close in

my arms.

I miss you that’s what

I wanna say.

I love you, I want you

to stay.

It’s been four years DAD!

Four years and I am mad..

‘cos i can’t have you back.

P.S.

In memory of my dad who passed away fours years ago.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY DAD!!!