MAP
#88
II.
Featured Poetry Theme: Coffee Houses I've Known and Loved
1.
Whole Bean by Timotheos
The
Bean, the Whole Bean,
And
nothing but the Bean,
With
the safe serene scene,
With
the aroma
Of
specialty coffee and poets
Who
put your mind into a coma,
Where
I started my poetic journey,
As
the coffee keeps percolating,
And
the cappuccino machine exhales,
Our
sacred place of thought,
Place
in rhyme, place of time,
Place
where poets put their heart on the line,
To
speak what's really on their mind,
And
to find that they are speaking
What
we really have been thinking,
And
as Nikki get people there drinkin'
Lyrics,
rhyme, singing,
As
we drink gallons of java to dirty-up cups
To
wash in the sink and
Where
I started my poetic journey,
As
the coffee keeps percolating,
And
the cappuccino machine exhales,
Our
special sanctuary,
With
a limelight and a rug,
Ivanho
issuing lyrical drugs,
With
Tom reciting his poetic mind
Like
he was at an English/Irish pub,
Element
striking a nerve with his
Conversational
flow of truth,
And
more poets I can't name that
Have
given expressions under this roof,
Where
I started my poetic journey,
As
the coffee keeps percolating,
And
the cappuccino machine exhales,
So
tonight let's savor the moment,
However
it will be hard to let go of it,
But
in an hour or two, it will be the past,
If
I want to I can dwell on it,
But
I won't, I will remember it,
The
future ahead with the past words I said, behind,
It's
our special place, our special time,
Where
we will carry in our hearts,
With
a poetic rhyme,
The
Bean, the Whole Bean,
And
nothing but the Bean,
This
is where I started my poetic journey,
As
the coffee keeps percolating,
And
the cappuccino machine exhales.
2.
Whole Bean Coffee House by Patricia Fiske
People
craving community
A
sense of belonging
Small
town closeness
Village-like
acceptance
Supporting
sameness
Delighting
in difference
Age
unimportant
Ethnicity
as well
Celebrating
that spoken
Sharing
our specialness
Inspiring
our Spirits
Brief
window of time
Whole
Bean Coffee House
Time
to resurrect!
Go
Ivanho!
3.
How it all began at Ebony Sun Java House... by Ivan Miller/”Ivanho”
I
was the poetic seed
buried
into the cement
living
life underground
searching
for freedom
Until
poetic words cultivated
me
into growth
Growth
to be seen
Growth
to be heard
Growth
to spread more poetic seeds
Now
words speak life into the twilight
shining
a ray of love for all poets to see
Thank
you Marla and Stazja,
Ivanho
4.
Tribute #11 of 48
4
March 1993
11:34
PM: 30 minutes
Spine
#41: ~High Time~ by Joseph Zitt
However
I'll get here, this is my emerging
hope:
if gods have the infinite mercy expected,
hold
ivory glasses high to impress, maybe even
humble,
impertinent guests. Hell, timing's made easy:
hours
in giddy hyperactivity take imagined minutes. Experiencing
how
instants go haywire, tangled imagination makes effortless
hijinks
increasingly gaudy. Humorous
testimonies,
impassioned missives, everything
headiness
inspires, glorious headlines
telling
inscrutable mortals encrypted
histories
-- I grab hold, throw impudences madly earthward,
howl
impishly, getting holy, transferring imported Mayan extracts.
Hallelujah!
It's growing hot -- time implodes, melting everyone!
5.
SIPPING FROM THE CUP by Geoff Beardsley/”Rev. Wyrdsli”
Here
I sit numbly wondering
How
I suffer while I'm slumbering
In
this dream that finds no end
This
nightmare that won't resend
In
which I watch myself always blundering
In
anguished moments that break my heart
Become
the hours that tear my heart apart
I
commit the crimes that cause me pain
Yet
I commit them again and again
Waiting
for my new life to start
But
the life is told on the evening news
Where
smiles allege who killed who
The
hours are strung into painful days
My
power has fallen by the way
I
attempt to divine how to start anew
So
this Liquid Bean sipping I continue
I
return again to my cherished venue
This
painted garage where I come
And
speak to faces wherever from
And
sip again the caffeine brew