I found this on a coffee website, but discussing production news, very unusual, its very funny, and querky.

I Am Coffee, Hear Me Roar! (the bean's perspective)

by Neill Bultman 

"I am the bean
That brings caffeine
To every fiend
That's on the scene

From Katmandu
to downtown Reno...
From coffee (black)
To cappacino.

I open eyes
And grease the tongue.
I soothe the old
And move the young.

I am coffee.
Hear me roar!
Drink me - now -
So you can soar!

So, keep on drinking
Won't you please?
Cause' I'm the cure
To your disease.

Sufficient grounds
To swill my juice?
Don't want to hear
Your lame excuse.

Don't have to listen
To what this says
Just ask my dad -
He's Juan Valdez."

LOL! That's great!

Originally by the Ink Spots, much later by the Manhattan Transfer

JAVA JIVE

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Boston bean, soy bean
Lima bean, string bean.
You know that IUm not keen for a bean
Unless it is a cheery coffee bean.

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, IUm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug
Drop me a nickel in my pot, Joe, Takin' it slow.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup 

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 http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2977

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2977

Found on http://cocoajava.com

Caramel Macchiato

There is longing arising in my throat
Like a song floating on a flat-bottomed boat
Curving along the canals of Vienna

Princess Xanat, reclines like white orchids
In her lover’s sweet embrace,
melting away in velvet darkness

To the reddish gold and caramel
Overtones of sunrise and sunset
Love lift our cups to be filled

We share in the dark vigor of coffee
Cherries pressed against lips
Somewhere in Asia, Africa, Arabia careful

Hands choose the espresso that marks
More than the barren lands
Where love buried her treasure

And bid it grow, climb like a vine
Towards the heavenly sky
Where mortals become fine

My tongue with pleasure
In rivulet steams
With molten gold, I become the bee

Mesmerized by the purple tones of
The jacaranda flower
Flowing inside her.

The basket weave of caramel
Is full of promise
my thirsting lips

open with desire.

© Anushka Anastasia Solomon originally from Malaysia, is a certified barista and Evergreen poet. She is author of “Please, God, Don’t Let Me Write Like A Woman,” Finishing Line Press,2007. Website:http://www.atthewindow.us/

Oh yes.... I can definately see where this is coming from!!!   Just reading it settles a longing thirst... ready for the next cup..... oh yeah!

Beautiful... brings a tear to the eye, and a longing for MORE COFFEE!!

found this on a coffee website, but discussing production news, very unusual, its very funny, and querky.

I Am Coffee, Hear Me Roar! (the bean's perspective)

Don't have to listen
To what this says
Just ask my dad -
He's Juan Valdez."

Juan Valdez is an advertising character  created late 50's early 60's

And that Anushka lady needs to talk to Buddha or Allah, cos' god don't seem to be listening!

A great link for Coffee Poetry:

http://cocoajava.com/java_poetry.html

These are hubs of cultural tastes... people with time on their hands, time to think, contemplate over a favourite smooth cup.

When I want to get away from people, time to draw, illustrate, sketch... I go to a cafe with NO PEOPLE..... find a nice corner and have a small flat white... have to look after the weight!! But it is a strong, not too strong cup, that, on my first taste makes me melt.... I close my eyes.... then feel the hairs on my spine stand up. After years of graphic Design, using this hair tingling acknowledgement as a confirmation the job was brilliant.... I can use it as confirmation that I have found heaven, if only for a few seconds.

You can see this in these poems.... they just love it.

Cheers!