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Your coffee can open your eyes.
The finest Arabica bean,
Is grown where the morning sun lies
On mountainsides covered in green.

The finest Arabica bean,
The delicate Indian leaf,
On mountainsides covered in green
Is grown amid hunger and grief.

The delicate Indian leaf
To go in your afternoon tea
Is grown among hunger and grief
Of people whom you never see.

To go in your afternoon tea:
That dollop of pain in your drink
Of people whom you never see.
Before you enjoy, stop to think.

That dollop of pain in your drink
Is grown where the morning sun lies.
Before you enjoy, stop to think.
Your coffee can open your eyes.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
evilrooster: (Default)
Your coffee can open your eyes.
The finest Arabica bean,
Is grown where the morning sun lies
On mountainsides covered in green.

The finest Arabica bean,
The delicate Indian leaf,
On mountainsides covered in green
Is grown amid hunger and grief.

The delicate Indian leaf
To go in your afternoon tea
Is grown among hunger and grief
Of people whom you never see.

To go in your afternoon tea:
That dollop of pain in your drink
Of people whom you never see.
Before you enjoy, stop to think.

That dollop of pain in your drink
Is grown where the morning sun lies.
Before you enjoy, stop to think.
Your coffee can open your eyes.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
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Both coffee and tea
Taste much better without the
Salt of tears added.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
evilrooster: (Default)
Both coffee and tea
Taste much better without the
Salt of tears added.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
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You're talking of coffees and teas
And missing the wood for the trees.
Whichever you choose,
The growers still lose
So make it all Fairtrade, guys, please?

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
evilrooster: (Default)
You're talking of coffees and teas
And missing the wood for the trees.
Whichever you choose,
The growers still lose
So make it all Fairtrade, guys, please?

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
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The two contenders joust with poetry:
A caffeine-fueled SF sonnet slam.
Fragano takes the part of honest tea
And Will is coffee's advocate. Hot damn!
The verses fly. Will has the grounds to show
His drink produces forceful, urgent verse.
Fragano's meditative sonnets go
To prove that tea leaves poets none the worse.
Now me, I drink them both, but take up arms
Against the two as well, if they're not bought
From sources where the people on the farms
That grow them are rewarded as they ought.
So write your verse and drink your drinks, you two,
But just make sure it's Fairtrade when you brew.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).
evilrooster: (Default)
The two contenders joust with poetry:
A caffeine-fueled SF sonnet slam.
Fragano takes the part of honest tea
And Will is coffee's advocate. Hot damn!
The verses fly. Will has the grounds to show
His drink produces forceful, urgent verse.
Fragano's meditative sonnets go
To prove that tea leaves poets none the worse.
Now me, I drink them both, but take up arms
Against the two as well, if they're not bought
From sources where the people on the farms
That grow them are rewarded as they ought.
So write your verse and drink your drinks, you two,
But just make sure it's Fairtrade when you brew.

Part of a post to a caffeine poetry slam on Making Light (starting at about comment 79).

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