Tuesday, September 22, 2009

** A Cuppa Coffee With You ** Comments

Rating: 3.9

Bistros, Barristas, or Café Coffee
My soul craves for coffee
Our sorrows- a storm in coffee cup
When we supped, Let them get engulfed
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Laiba 30 December 2020

Laiba gee

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Soumita Sarkar 19 May 2013

Exceptional knowledge of coffee in words of poetry...............I invite you to read my poems.Thank you.

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Soumita Sarkar 19 May 2013

Exceptional knowledge of coffee in words of poetry.................I invite you to read my poems...........thank you.

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C. P. Sharma 07 November 2011

Ingenious..............................

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Amrit Rathi 08 May 2010

What a way to instill a cup of coffee with such deep feelings of love. Anjali you have a great style!

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Alok Singhal 21 January 2010

So true..anything over a coffee and anything for a coffee. Rejoice..

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Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee 16 January 2010

Ur poem tempts me to have a cuppa coffee wid u

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Stacey Watts 29 October 2009

So nice to share that cup of coffee with the one you love. Very nicely written and cute. This was an adorable piece. Excellent.

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Dr.subhendu Kar 29 October 2009

So many stories Remain untold The pastries untouched......... When will you stir And make it warm.............. yet untold art of love rejoices dream when ruffles by fumes of coffee, amazingly ingenious write by imagery and metaphors,10++++, thanks for sharing

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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE 19 October 2009

good read, amazing, thanks for sharing

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Nikunj Sharma 19 October 2009

I had missed out on this one....indeed a cup of coffee holds a lot...inside and outside....says a lot too...only the language is understood by a few....u understood it well...I must say...keep writing sweet poems like these

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Mark Nwagwu 15 October 2009

so many stories remain untold, Anjali, and cup after cup will ne'er be time enough to tell them all. So, let's step out to Starbucks and with warm espresso continue our story. I loved this, Anjali. mark

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Shashendra Amalshan 11 October 2009

Hey Anju! ! ! ! Hey I though you cant even make a tea! ! ! I am wrong I guess, I mean you have made very tasty cup of coffee here.. This is so very refreshing and great one to lighten up dull mode.. Nice.. `10++ lovess Shan

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rago rago 05 October 2009

well write...........and a cuppa coffee with you find the fragrance everywhere.........

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Mahfooz Ali 03 October 2009

A CUPPA COFFEE WITH ME? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? O! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I wud love to be in yo company........ and one thing for sure.............. u know what............? ? ? ? ? ? ? guess? guess? guess? plz guess na................ yeh! U R RIGHT................... gud gal............... YES! I love 'KISSATO' heheheheheheheheheheheehe........ cutie-pie........... my mozart......... my rendezvous..... yum yum yum yum............ slurp! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! SSSSSSSSSSS KISSATO

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Anjali Sinha 03 October 2009

some sweet words from Richard From: Richard Jarboe (stockton United States; Male; 60) To: Anjali Sinha Date Time: 10/1/2009 4: 51: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: cuppa coffee great metaphors. visual poem, good work, richard

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Sadiqullah Khan 01 October 2009

....and 10s for your poem

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Sadiqullah Khan 01 October 2009

Ode to a Cuppa Coffee The stir is the circle of fate Chewed to remain forever awake Meditation in mocha before its discovery From soils in Africa the bean in Arabica Purity of the romance on walls adored Mud and water and beans in jute Down the fingers for the texture On the nose with eyes closed Perception of divine yet the beauty With both hands for the eyes see Fumes like the hairs of love Like dusk after the sunset Eyes twilight First sip in creamy froth not unlike In slow heat brewing the cup Hence from where it is said life began To the other sip goes the consciousness Unreason still in unself now Unfold the variousness in cup small What mystery when dark of the chocolate With Havana leaf and glass of smoke After the wine in third course It kills with donuts from the hands Old lady had been for long preserving Bavarian apple with lemon for buds Ode to wine and ode to olive Ode to coffee in ware molded Made from earth of the Persian soil Perfected is it in Italia or Gaul With wine dampened cooked in holy fire Who the prophets with angles now The mystic declares his own rules My love the many names and flavors Still brown beans are the hazel of your eyes This ode I write to the taste of blood Dried though on luscious lips From my heart the words I spell By the last sip of the cup in hand I have loved you from ages Like my drunken eyes today They asked me what tavern last night What cup in whose hand and who was the love 1/10/2009

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Rahul Sharma 27 September 2009

I want a cup of coffee wit you................nice poem

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Ravi Sathasivam 26 September 2009

I feel like having a cup of coffee with you. Interesting poem and I love it Thanks for sharing with me Ravi

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