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FeBREWary 28
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
At last – to be reenergized – At last – the cup upon my lips life??? The best of life – to see – Past Midnight – Past the Morning Star – Past Sunrise – Ah, What Brews there are – Between My Sleep – and Day! |
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By Emily Dickinson:
At last -- to be identified – At last – the lamps upon your side – The rest of life – to see – Past Midnight – Past the Morning Star – Past Sunrise – Ah, What Leagues there were – Between Our Feet – and Day! |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
To wake with energy Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Is no surprise We open the coffee can Of Grounds for brewing For the mind of man. |
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By Emily Dickinson:
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise Would scan the cowering Van Of men escaping From the mind of man |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Some one prepared this mighty Joe To which without Delay I go The mornings and the Days – Dismayed before the soonest Pot And I must partake of it – while hot |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Some one prepared this mighty show To which without a Ticket go The nations and the Days -- Displayed before the simplest Door That all may examine them – and more, |
FeBREWary 22
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
I shall keep driving! Cars will pass me On their way with wearier Ones – Each – with Robotic automation – I – with my Dark Roast – And my Buns – Late – when I take my place in the car park – But – I shall sing a fuller tune – Vivid – livelier than Others – Astir – Morning – only the seed – of noon – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes – Each – with a Robin's expectation – I – with my Redbreast – And my Rhymes – Late – when I take my place in summer – But – I shall bring a fuller tune – Vespers – are sweeter than Matins – Signor – Morning – only the seed -- of noon – |
FeBREWary 21
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
To this World I returned And with a tinge of thought – A Compelled manner, With a Joe A caffeine Pilot To lift me to the Skies And to myself, allied, Dwelt percolating, all the Dawn, And all the Day, wide-Eyed |
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By Emily Dickinson:
To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that -- A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a Violet, That chiefer to the Skies Than to himself, allied, Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust, And half of Day, the Bride. |
FeBREWary 20
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
“I want” – I pleaded – For it’s life – I want – was chief I said When percolating it – the first – And when so nearly dead – I could not dream too late – I heard That alarm – steadfast plea – My lips then placed and with a “Thanks” Toward high Energy |
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By Emily Dickinson:
"I want" – it pleaded – All its life – I want – was chief it said When Skill entreated it – the last – And when so newly dead – I could not deem it late – to hear That single – steadfast sigh – The lips had placed as with a "Please" Toward Eternity – |
FeBREWary 19
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Expectation – is Excitement – Gain – Energy – And Energy – Conviction Of Necessity Of a Vital charge in Spirit – Zest, with some allure In a well established Routine – Power – drinking Some – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Expectation – is Contentment – Gain – Satiety – But Satiety – Conviction Of Necessity Of an Austere trait in Pleasure – Good, without alarm Is a too established Fortune – Danger – deepens Sum – |
FeBREWary 18
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
We knew not when we were to live – Nor when we were to rise – Our salvation our Coffee is– To grant Vitality So dimly in my Sleeping Gown Till forced to take it off – By some intrusion, God I know – I drink a cup of Life – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
We knew not that we were to live – Nor when we are to die – Our ignorance our Cuirass is – We wear Mortality As lightly as an Option Gown Till asked to take it off – By his intrusion, God is known – It is the same with Life – |
FeBREWary 17
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Time’s weary Sleepers will now wake For any Pot of Joes And there – they never hesitate To cool the heat with blows |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Time’s wily Chargers will not wait At any Gate but Woe’s But there – so gloat to hesitate They will not stir for blows |
FeBREWary 16
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
The Joys of Coffee, can be known To no one but the Beat – Devotion to High Energy Will get him on his Feet |
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By Emily Dickinson:
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known To no one but the Thief – Compassion for Integrity Is his divinest Grief |
FeBREWary 15
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
I went to Heaven – ‘Twas a tall Cup Filled – with a Coffee – Drank – it Up – Flavor – from the beans At their Debut – Beautiful – as Pictures – No Man drew. People – like the Moth Is known to – flames – Drink up – of Café Noir And Caffeine – gains Always– contented – I – could be – ‘Mong such unique Intensity – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
I went to Heaven – 'Twas a small Town – Lit – with a Ruby – Lathed – with Down – Stiller – than the fields At the full Dew – Beautiful – as Pictures – No Man drew. People – like the Moth – Of Mechlin – frames – Duties – of Gossamer – And Eider – names – Almost – contented – I – could be – 'Mong such unique Society – |
FeBREWary 14
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
‘Tis customary when I rise A Coffee – to consume – It helps to stimulate the brain When Life be anew – ‘Tis glorious – as the glorious taste – My Status – foreseeing more – Presents me with a nimble World – Of my Eclectic Flare – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
'Tis customary as we part A trinket – to confer – It helps to stimulate the faith When Love be afar – 'Tis various – as the various taste – Clematis – journeying far – Presents me with a single Curl Of her Electric Hair – |
FeBREWary 13
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
The Sleeper at the Hour of Dawn Is easily in stride When Coffee – that Diviner thing – Is not to be denied |
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By Emily Dickinson:
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied |
FeBREWary 12
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
There is a Need for Liveliness – Confronting First Light’s Health – A frantic Need for Energy Inflicted on Myself – A cuppa Joe – a Stale Man needs – Acknowledged – of the Bean – One More – “I’m Blessed” – to behold – And that’s – Due to Caffeine |
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By Emily Dickinson:
There is a Shame of Nobleness – Confronting Sudden Pelf – A finer Shame of Ecstasy – Convicted of Itself – A best Disgrace – a Brave Man feels – Acknowledged – of the Brave – One More – "Ye Blessed" – to be told – But that's – Behind the Grave – |
FeBREWary 11
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
We never know how low we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our brew provides us highs – The Caffeinated Cups we hold Are now a normal thing For now ourselves the Coffee’s warm With hopes elixirs bring – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
We never know how high we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies – The Heroism we recite Would be a normal thing Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King – |
FeBREWary 10
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It's fueled with coffee beans And when all Cups have been beheld And all the Joes are downed The utmost Human Heart's extent Reveals itself to all. |
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By Emily Dickinson:
The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity. But when all Space has been beheld And all Dominion shown The smallest Human Heart's extent Reduces it to none. |
FeBREWary 9
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
We introduce ourselves To Mornings and to Hours But with ourselves Need energy Empowerment And joes |
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By Emily Dickinson:
We introduce ourselves To Planets and to Flowers But with ourselves Have etiquettes Embarrassments And awes |
FeBREWary 8
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Not seeing, still I wake – Not waking, rise – Not rising, groan and hide And half covered – And quake – and roll over, Emphatic fear – No Coffee’s in the maker “Dare l rise?” |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Not seeing, still we know – Not knowing, guess – Not guessing, smile and hide And half caress – And quake – and turn away, Seraphic fear – Is Eden's innuendo "If you dare"? |
FeBREWary 7
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Sweet Coffee of the pot, Now Coffee of the Cup Will’t lifteth me? Some spice’s Blend in thee – Some Piquant purity? Reside in me. |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Sweet Pirate of the heart, Not Pirate of the Sea, What wrecketh thee? Some spice's Mutiny – Some Attar's perfidy? Confide in me. |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Too quick the mornings come, Too fast the nights. No waking can be had Without delights That come in cups each day To grant us life before We ride away |
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By Emily Dickinson:
Too few the mornings be, Too scant the nights. No lodging can be had For the delights That come to earth to stay, But no apartment find And ride away. |
FeBREWary 4
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
It is given to me by the Gods – When I rise and greet the World It gives us Power most – you know – When we are new – and bold. I hold it in my hand – I always gulp it down – I do not dare to put – it down – For fear it would be gone – I use such words as "Rich" When hurrying to work – My lips at Corners of the Lid – I swallow with a smile. Rich! 'Tis my cup – that’s rich – To take the name of Joe It’s Gold to own – in Coffee Cups – The Difference – makes me bold – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
It was given to me by the Gods – When I was a little Girl – They give us Presents most – you know – When we are new – and small. I kept it in my Hand – I never put it down – I did not dare to eat – or sleep – For fear it would be gone – I heard such words as "Rich" – When hurrying to school – From lips at Corners of the Streets – And wrestled with a smile. Rich! 'Twas Myself – was rich – To take the name of Gold – And Gold to own – in solid Bars – The Difference – made me bold – |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
The Body rests with sleep – A most convenient way – Then if one's Spirit – tries to hide A Coffee brews, alway, A cup – secure – inviting It never does betray The Soul does take its power In solemn honesty |
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By Emily Dickinson:
The Body grows without – The more convenient way – That if the Spirit – like to hide Its Temple stands, alway, Ajar – secure – inviting – It never did betray The Soul that asked its shelter In solemn honesty |
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
My Poems are laid away in Cups – I have one Chapter more – A Few which you have never seen Though I have scanned them o’er – And percolated more between And others at my side, I’ll choose the best – Neglecting none – till All the posts are made – How sweet they are you’ll soon find out By Turns I’ll post them all – Since my first Post and now year ten Of caffeine zealotry – |
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By Emily Dickinson:
My Wars are laid away in Books – I have one Battle more – A Foe whom I have never seen But oft has scanned me o'er – And hesitated me between And others at my side, But chose the best – Neglecting me – till All the rest, have died – How sweet if I am not forgot By Chums that passed away – Since Playmates at threescore and ten Are such a scarcity – |
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