Poem about Coffee

Living For The Mornings Part 4

by Florence Rosie Givens
Coffee Seasons

I hope that this season of
coffee makes you very great.
Running diligently along in
stride and fast paced upon
the morn!

Be it known to you that other
coffee drinkers love to hear the
ecstatic happenings of your desire
for coffee!

Most of the times you want coffee
then you often want more than one
cup, yell if you want it to be Espresso!

Breaking upon the morn the sun says,
"Hello it's coffee time, I'll see you thru!"
Do you want to be amused, or do you
want to be drenched in coffee?

Talk to the seasons and find a way to
be who you want to be on the work day,
the work week...it's your taste, your goal!

You call it and you roll with it, let the others
say I do to coffee, and let the honeymoon
begin early...for coffee you will defend!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens
Sometimes

Sometimes a little and sometimes a lot,
Filling the wholesome and abundant pot.
Somewhat a rhythm of glee and a smile,
Getting us over the solely solemn mile.

Walking freely not at all a cafe' in sight,
Fully wanting to be a person of might.
So we manage to get a hot cup of it,
Knowingly decided we would not quit!

So we find what we always wanted at first,
Not to satisfy once, but to quench the thirst.
If you want coffee and you don't want rhyme,
Drink coffee often and not just Sometimes!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens
Coffee Journal

Fully admiring coffee upon the morn
when I went to work that day,
I then looked for coffee and so I had
what's called a remarkable stay!

I marked upon my daily task the words
that they wanted to hear,
To get to go fast paced, marketing
was in the atmosphere!

They wanted to include coffee and a
meeting was called by chance,
Included into the meeting was the
far fetched aroma dance!

The aroma of coffee distanced the halls
and hopped in the meeting,
Written in the books of the peers and
fought not to take a beating!

So the coffee won the battle of the day
they say coffee is grand,
Now it's written every morning upon
all the faces that stand!

They stand up for coffee, got to get
more than one cup to go,
If not it will not be in the journal of
the drink named joe!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens
Coffee Freak

Why you say what you say?
I'm beautiful in the beginning
and always to the very end...

You look at me in amazement
I do not know why you do...
It wakes me up and put in its
time always, it defend...

You know I talk about coffee
for it enlightens my day as well
as yours as well told....

How beautiful can this be when
you see a smile and laughter?
Not a frown of dismay or sound
of gloom, but you see me...

Yes, I love coffee, year round it's
my thing, daily 365, want to add a
day or two if you could?

I think it's beautiful, look into the mirror
at the cafe' yonder, go verbally free...
What a wonder it is to you and also to
the coffee lover diehard in me!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens
Coffee Role

Get the script in the mail, you got the part
in the movies, the news, the soaps...
You talk big, you remember your words
you wake me up early you soothe me at night...

You want people to sit up and listen at meetings
not just call a committee for another meeting...

Coffee plays a serious role, got to have it,
going to have it, winning role, sold for 75 cents,
Espresso for more!

Do not let the curtains come up without your
hot coffee in hand, or go down without a
standing ovation on your part....

Oh, you've got a part to play too, without you
coffee would not be famous, with its drama
and demands upon your time...

It will give you the thrill of your life, western style
city life or country galore...give us more!
Encore to the style of coffee and note its bright
stars in the big lights, Coffee Cafe' Open 24/7...

Okay, say my part and I'll see if I can remember to
fill your cup with a wake up call, for we are friends...
Make another movie script and all will be well on
the home front with more coffee roles fulfilled!

� 2006 By Florence Rosie Givens
All about Coffee

~
Coffee Dreamer...All night you do this but why
not wake up to a cup of coffee?
~
A Coffee Deal...When the smell of hot coffee comes
your way your eyes brighten up and you're ready to
deal with the day!
~
Coffee Whirl...Turn me around and head me in the
direction of coffee!
~
Bluebook Coffee...Coffee is priced to sell early in
the morning!
~
Coffee Bloopers... I went to perk a pot of coffee and
perked up my life!
~
Coffee Favorites...Let us have things that we love
whilst we sit here at our favorite cafe' drinking a
marvelous cup of coffee, in the booth, in the same
spot as yesterday!
~
Coffee Professionals...A three piece suit, a cup of
coffee and intellect to ask for another cup of what's
good for us!
~
With Coffee...And a smile it's as good as it gets at the
moment!
~

These mini poems above are excepted from Living For The Mornings! Collective Best of Coffee Poems �2005 By Florence Rosie Givens.

Virgil's Poem

Sunshine Mist.


Would that opening one's heart be suffice,
to silence the wail of confusion-
hope cascading the era of tomorrow, today.
Were the solution not part of the problem,
the flood that drowns the parched plain-
losing a moment together...
to ensure the eternal flame.

Were the words of immortals too echo,
as laughter through lover's pain-
abating fears of passion,
so that not one, but two might stand.
Where unmade decisions travel-
carnal feelings replace shared doubt,
infinity's past knowledge, forever present without.

Marvel the idea, bleak as mountain’s slope,
that one might displace the ocean-armed with common hope.
Faith of the scribe, solace of valor,
with mercy, grant him the abandon-
Abated by her vision, mutual mirth of kiss,
slumbering lovers, hearts as one...
Imagined shadows transform to Sunshine Mist

Virgil Reed

Roses In Paintings

Part I
By Steve Jones

Throughout art as we know it, roses have been one of the most popular painting subjects used, next to the human form. They can be by themselves, such as a still life, or adorn the object, such as a lady holding a rose or in the background. From the time of the first known rose painting to the present, roses have graced many fine paintings, although largely as an adornment, or with special meaning, rather than by themselves. In this first part of a series, I will concentrate on the use of roses in paintings from ancient times. In other parts of the series, we will cover roses from the Middle Ages, Impressionist times, and today.

The first known painting of a rose is from the fresco found at Knossos, Crete, circa 1500 BC. The archeologists who found the fresco stated that it appeared to be a bird sitting next to a wild rose. Since then, roses have adorned many of the ancient paintings, even though few were of roses themselves. There were some oriental drawings of roses circa the 10th century, but the rose was largely ignored until the Middle Ages. The period from 1050-1200 is often called the Romanesque period of art. The next period is called the Gothic, and it ran from 1150-1500. This showed a marked influence of religion, and roses were used among the paintings as adornments. A drawing circa 1420 showed two sets of lovers standing under roses. Whether they fell under the magic of the roses or were meeting there secretly, we don't know. The best known of the early paintings, which is more of an illustration from a book, was the rose garden scene from Roman de la Rose (circa 1500s).

Roses were often used as adornments in earlier paintings, such as in The Wilton Diptych (circa 1400, artist unknown), where the angels wore roses in their hair garlands and roses were strewn on the ground, or in the background like Stefan Lochner's 1410 painting of the
Virgin in the Rose Bower. Piero della Francesca from Italy painted his Madonna and Child with red and white roses in the background, Martin Schongauer painted Virgin in the Rose Arbor (1473), and Durer had roses in his Festival of Rose Garlands (1506). In Durer's painting, the painter, along with Maximilian and the Pope, offer garlands of roses to the Virgin. Before then, only the Virgin Mary was capable of bestowing roses upon her earthly subjects.
"The Wilton Dyptich"
"A Young Man Among Roses"
by Nicholas Hilliard
Sandro Botticelli was well known for his use of roses in his works, such as in Birth of Venus, where her sweat turned into roses as they fell into the sea. The rose was known as the symbol of Venus, and the rose is the highest honor that the Catholic Church places on an individual. Therefore, roses were predominant in some form in most of the paintings during this period.

In 1461, the rose became a symbol of the British royalty and subsequent paintings of the Queens often showed them holding roses, or with their royal "rose" emblem. In England, roses were appearing in other paintings as well, such as Nicolas Hilliard's A Young Man Among the Roses (1588). In this painting, roses were shown as having thorns. Most of the earlier paintings show roses as thornless.

The time frame 1420 to 1530 was called the Early Renaissance period, and the Northern Renaissance period ran 1500 to 1600. This was a time when classical painting dominated, such as portraits and still-lifes. Roses were used in many of the paintings as adornments once again by such well know painters as Raphael, Leonardo, and Michaelangelo.

The next part of this series will cover the popularity of roses in paintings during the Middle Ages.

Reprinted from the November 1999 issue of Rose Ecstasy, bulletin of the Santa Clarita Valley Rose Society, Kitty Belendez, Editor. This article was an ARS Award of Merit Winner.

From :http://www.scvrs.homestead.com/RoseArt1.html

Arwen Undomiel

Arwen's Song by Tasare

Arwen’s Song

So long I lived beneath the sun, she smiled upon my face,
The land of golden leaves taught me her fierceness and her grace.
But as the sun must every evening into shade retire,
My childhood passed, and I drew veil upon my inner fire.

To Rivendell I then returned, the mountains of the north,
The moon looked down and saw me there and sent his beacon forth.
I learned of darkness, secret voices, perils sweet of June,
I trod with light and eager feet the mountains of the moon.

The years passed: ah, a thousandfold, more lives than you could know;
The wings of life passed over me in white and golden glow.
Sun and moon, and moon and sun, and back to moon again;
Thus my days passed, the hoop of life for ever in refrain.

The moon of Rivendell shone pale as we met in the night,
Your boyish eyes, so bright with love, could not refract his light.
I was untouched: I stood and smiled, my thoughts were floating free,
As unaware, sweet boy, of you, as you were rapt with me.

The years come slow to elven-maids, but swift they pass for men;
You were a Prince both wise and strong ere I saw you again.
And then my doom did fall indeed, my love with yours enmeshed:
And as we both renounced the Shadow, I forsook the West.

O Aragorn! Your light eclipsed all other lights for me,
My life is changed, my fate entwined for all eternity.
O Aragorn! As you will fade, so then I too must die,
As sun and moon now both in shade give way to starry sky.

But looking up unto the stars, as did the elves of old,
Avails me not: my folk are gone, their dwellings bare and cold.
And so to you, my lord, my love, I bid my last farewell,
And leave you on the stony bed where evermore you’ll dwell.

And to the land of golden leaves I now return alone.
Lothlórien is still and sad; my kin have now all flown.
My bed is on a green, green hill, my monument a tree;
But even here, I’ll die hearing the lapping of the sea.

–Tasare

Diamond Poem

A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
By Heidi C. Smith

A little girl with outstretched arms
Gave biggest hugs that were very warm
A thousand kisses she had to give
An example of what it means to live
A content, loving, girly girl
Her smile lit a fire across the world
Pony tails that sailed in the wind
And when she ran they'd spin and spin
Her favorite slippers that she would wear
While she put pony tails in Daddy's hair
All the food that she would pretend to make
Was all to give Mommy a needed break
Amber was her bestest friend
On someone she could always depend
Justin was her favorite mate
Dress up in clothes and play very late
Her heart was big, yet not very strong
Her time on earth was not very long
To understand the strength inside
You had to look into her eyes
God came down to give her wings
An Angel now who dances and sings
A shining star for all to see
Victorious over adversity
Endurance and Courage are words to describe
the potential we all knew she had inside
And though her time was very tough
She will always be our Diamond in the rough.
With all of our Love we must let you go
There is one thing that we want you to know
We will always remember, each and every day
In our thoughts and hearts where you will always stay

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere

LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden Spring upon the plain
Came in a sun-lit fall of rain.
In crystal vapour everywhere
Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between,
And far, in forest-deeps unseen,
The topmost elm-tree gather'd green
From draughts of balmy air.

Sometimes the linnet piped his song:
Sometimes the throstle whistled strong:
Sometimes the sparhawk, wheel'd along,
Hush'd all the groves from fear of wrong:
By grassy capes with fuller sound
In curves the yellowing river ran,
And drooping chestnut-buds began
To spread into the perfect fan,
Above the teeming ground.

Then, in the boyhood of the year,
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
Rode thro' the coverts of the deer,
With blissful treble ringing clear.
She seem'd a part of joyous Spring:
A gown of grass-green silk she wore,
Buckled with golden clasps before;
A light-green tuft of plumes she bore
Closed in a golden ring.

Now on some twisted ivy-net,
Now by some tinkling rivulet,
In mosses mixt with violet
Her cream-white mule his pastern set:
And fleeter now she skimm'd the plains
Than she whose elfin prancer springs
By night to eery warblings,
When all the glimmering moorland rings
With jingling bridle-reins.

As she fled fast thro' sun and shade,
The happy winds upon her play'd,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid:
She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd
The rein with dainty finger-tips,
A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Aphrodite

Blame Aphrodite


It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite

soft as she is

she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy

Sappho
tr. Barnard

Sappho

Jane Austen - Ode to Pity

Ode to Pity

1

Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.

2

Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.

Jane Austen

Tristan and Isolde

Prelude - Tristan And Isolde

Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,

Fate, laden with fears in wait,
Draws close through the clouds that loom,
Till the soul see, all too late,

More dark than a dead world's tomb,
More high than the sheer dawn's gate,
More deep than the wide sea's womb,
Fate.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Pramoedya Tetralogy

This Earth of Mankind
Child of All Nations
Footsteps
House of Glass
Pramoedya Ananta Toer

[translated from the Indonesian by Max Lane]
Penguin 1982, 1984, 1990, 1992

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The song of Galadriel

Galadriel's Song of Eldamar

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nail elyë hiryva. Namárië!

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!

JRR TOLKIEN

Earendil and Elwing

Earendil

Earendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan
and light upon her banners laid.

In panolpy of ancient kings,
in chained rings he armoured him;
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him;
his bow was made of dragon-horn,
his arrows shorn of ebony;
of silver was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony;
his sword of steel was valient,
of adamant his helmet tall,
an eagle-plume upon his crest,
upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.

From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still
on starless waters far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.

The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond
the fire on her carcanet.

The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light,
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow; and in the night
from otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long forsaken seas distressed;
from east to west he passed away.

Thought Evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drowned before the Days began,
until he hears on strands of pearl
where end the world the music long,
where ever-foaming billows roll
the yellow gold and jewels wan.

He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon the knees
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.

A wanderer escaped from night
to haven white he came at last,
to Elvenhome the green and fair
where keen the air, where pale as glass
beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
a-glimmer in a valley sheer
the lamplit towers of Tirion
are mirrored on the Shadowmere.

He tarried there from errantry,
and melodies they taught to him,
and sages old him marvels told,
and harps of gold they brought to him.

They clothed him then in elven-white,
and seven lights before him sent,
as through the Calacirian
to hidden land forlorn he went.

He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk and Men and Elven-kin,
beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast:
the Silmaril as lantern light
and banner bright with living flame
to gleam thereon by Elbereth
herself was set, who thither came
and wings immortal made for him,
and laid on him undying doom,
to sail the shoreless skies and come
behind the Sun and light of Moon.

From Evergreen's lofty hills
where softly silver fountains fall
his wings him bore, a wandering light,
beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.

From a World's End there he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadows journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Norland waters run.

And over Middle-Earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.

But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbed star
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores where Mortals are;
or ever still a herald on
an errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
to Flammifer of Westernesse.

JRR Tolkien

Lotus Eater

The Lotus-Eaters
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
(1809-1892)


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"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And like a downward smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;
And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
They saw the gleaming river seaward flow
From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops,
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,
Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops,
Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.

The charmed sunset linger'd low adown
In the red West: thro' mountain clefts the dale
Was seen far inland, and the yellow down
Border'd with palm, and many a winding vale
And meadow, set with slender galingale;
A land where all things always seem'd the same!
And round about the keel with faces pale,
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,
The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.

Branches they bore of that enchanted stem,
Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave
To each, but whoso did receive of them,
And taste, to him the gushing of the wave
Far far away did seem to mourn and rave
On alien shores; and if his fellow spake,
His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake,
And music in his ears his beating heart did make.

They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland,
Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore
Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar,
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.
Then some one said, "We will return no more";
And all at once they sang, "Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam."

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