September 26, 2017

A Quartet of Poems about Coffee by Jake Aller

A Quartet of Poems about Coffee by Jake Aller

Editor’s Note: What could be better suited to the Fictional Café than some coffee poesies? Author Jake Cosmos Aller delivers four steaming, rich cups of his today. Pour yourself a cup and enjoy them!

Ode to Coffee
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred Lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew

And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bittersweet ambrosia brew

Every time I inhale your wicked brew

I am filled with power, light, and love

And everything is all right Jack

It is all good
If only for a few fleeting minutes

I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms

In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid-morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post-dinner dessert drink

I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world

I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady

Long may she continue
To be my sweet companion

Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire

I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too


Coffee, the Drink of Revolutionaries

Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running

Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweet allure

All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic


Coffee Revolution




Over a cup of steaming hot Java dreams

In a pensive caffeine induced mood


I saw

The beginning of the end

At the bottom of my coffee cup


I saw the dismal depressing deadly sight

Of the whole universe


Rising in righteous revolution

Fighting the evil denizens of the world


They exploded

Marching out of my coffee cup


Down the street

Fighting fierce fights


They scream demented dreams

Dreams of absolute freedom


They rush and run, rant and rave

Running from the atomic clouds of vengeance


And I sit watching

The world disintegrates in my coffee cup


And I wonder what does it mean

As I pour myself more coffee


God Drinks Coffee

When I woke up yesterday
I saw a naked old man
Sitting in my chair

Drinking my coffee
Smoking my pipe

I shouted at him
Who in hell are you

He replied
Never in hell am I

God replied

Your coffee is good
But not cosmic enough

Then we stood in the jungle
Watching dinosaurs
Making love

God said
They died you know
When they tried to become like us


John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer who spent 27 years with the U.S. State Department. He has completed three novels and published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café, and Duane’s Poetree and literary magazines…and now Fictional Café.




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