#bean
Buzz.. buzz..
Mr. Fly, why do you follow me?
Can’t entertain you, I’m busy bee
Tonight has not been easy
Medication and other things - it’s hazy
Can’t you see? …need a moment of peace
Can’t let me be? …Need not I be at ease?
Buzz.. buzzz…
Mr. Fly, hush
Buzz.. buzz
Buzz… buzz..
Despair beyond repair
Cloudy smokes- vanishing clarity!
grasping! All for sanity
Life is winter bare
It’s about to be over, don’t follow
Buzz… buzz…
Take your cover, this grenade about to blow
Buzz.. buzz…
Locking myself in a dark closet
Ready to unplug
A frustration to annoying little bug
All the buzz..
Prepare! Obstacles mid-air
The clanking and clattering
~silence~
Tearing my ears so I may not hear
All the woes and the cries of my dear
I beg to leave for peace
I yearn freedom
Then head to an unattainable kingdom
Buzz.. buzz…
Bother me not anymore
Banging unto wall
Fading beauty, tiny doll
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
empty cup that fills my mind – down to earth man
sips the ground; a scent that erodes all other scents
swirling steam, a bittersweet dream – fruitful energy
given by the swirl of it’s heat; as my tongue ripens
to this flavour in my cup
the days are always a rush; a cup of coffee sort of helps
me slow it all down – thrown seeds to grow in my heart,
rejoicing in the love I have for my morning drink. reaping
for more, coffee seeds planted in the coffee machine.
cos some days I work myself like a machine – I need to
oil the machine, with the fuel from that coffee bean
the goosebumps rise on my skin, I’m in love with this
coffee bean
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
Escape
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
He may question me and counter this and that;
I care not: I will answer just as I mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean.
Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat,
And he is struck from my books, just as clean,
Forevermore; there is no other mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
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Original text:
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
He may answere, and seye this or that;
I do no fors, I speke right as I mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene
For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
Explicit.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
my heart belongs to tofu
soy milk runs through my veins
silken or firm; dressed up or naked
straight from the fridge and straight to my heart
dine with a passion, this curd is an art
juicy and delicious, chewy gooey soft
bless me with your bean, bless me with your froth
on the top of my latte, you glisten in the sun
oh soy, my boy, my joy; you are my life blood
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Pour the coffee please
Coffee wakes up the senses
I need the black bean
Dry roasted and pressed
Ground to make the very best
Energizing beans
Brian Hill - 2019 # 196
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
look at you
with your ocean colored eyes,
sun kissed cheeks,
and coffee bean colored hair
you look as if
you were painted by
Norman ******* Rockwell himself
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
He is the sunrise over the black hills
He is the feeling from which my soul spills
He is the beating of my heart
He is the pain of being apart
He is my song
He is where I belong
He is amica mea
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Let me flick your bean
Till you grow peas
Of ecstacy.
And I swallow everyone
Moistly.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
The green beans let out a sigh. Their
Fear simmering in their salt. At
That moment, that sigh gave in to
A similar fear, the fear of one very
Unfortunate group of coffee beans,
Next to be ground up and drank, right
In front of their brethren, who will
Also sigh in fear because there is
Nothing else that they can do
But sigh in fear. At that point,
The man, the monster that causes
Beans to sigh in fear, drinks the
Blood of those beans that sigh,
Those beans that fear, and he
Himself will sigh in contentment,
In a lack of fear, because he has
No idea that he himself is nothing
More than a bean, not actually
Any greater than a green bean,
A coffee bean, or just about any
Other kind of bean; the only
Real difference is that man is
The only bean that affords the
Luxury of exercising presence of
Mind to choose how and when
They sigh; in the face of fear, or
Reveling in their complete and total
Lack of general acknowledgment.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
Broke, sitting with half plate
Pasta, butter, spice
Shuffle through my old clothes
I used to look nice
What is nice, but smaller?
Smaller, smaller, still
String bean and potatoes
Go fine together
The grocer tries to tell me,
"Divide, conquer, divide."
"What is nice, but smaller?"
I guess the grocer's right
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
I found a bean in my room
Hope that means I'll be leaving soon
If I plant it in my carpet
And put an X to mark it
Maybe if I sow
Maybe it will grow
And have a great stock
And for a moment I'll just stand and gawk
Maybe it will grow into the sky
Past where the birds fly
Up past the clouds
Where humans are not allowed
Then like my old friend Jack
I'll pack me a sack
Then I'll start my climb
Up that big sturdy vine
At the top I wonder what I'll find
Will it be peace of mind
Will my giants all be slayed
Will I finally be unafraid
I want to be above the grind
And all of mankind
So I planted my bean and watered it well
You can see it's starting to grow and swell
The roots start to snake
Making my floor quake
But it didn't grow up, but sideways instead
I looked at it with dread
Even my daydreams
Are not as they seem
But nightmares ensues
My lovely dark muse
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Contemplating life
over a hot bowl of soup,
my mindful mentor
passed me
the pleasure of oyster
to mix in with
the pain of chilies
stirred together by
chopsticks held in my hands.
There he taught me
the lesson of humanity
and the person's potential,
pointing at me
and then back at the bean sprout,
fiddling it in his chopsticks
as if he were God,
mentioning to me
"This sprout and you have plenty alike..."
"What do you mean?
How am I like a vegetable?"
He smiled and nodded to disagree,
"Life is not always physical.
Think for a second,
open your fragile closed mind.
Imagine this soup not just a bowl
but instead a cauldron,
the mixing of different elements,
sensations seared by heat
to create the luxuries we call
the world where you
are a mere bean sprout."
Looking at the small, colorless
tasteless, inferior plant,
I wondered, confused and asked:
"Am I so inferior in this world
that I cannot compare
to the rich flavor of beef,
to the nurturing noodles,
to the accenting spices,
but instead am no more
than a flavorless root?"
Yet my mentor laughed,
and patiently passed:
"You worry too much young one,
too much on yourself you blame.
Instead, take upon consideration
that the bean sprout is small,
fragile, tasteless like water;
there is nothing you can change
other than size and color,
but lower it into the soup
and patiently stir,
allow it to soak up the world
and obtain its potential."
I repeated his actions,
placed myself in the world,
sat patient and absorbed its essence,
and then removed it,
placed it to my lips.
Surprised that what I later discovered
was not a bland taste of disappointment arose
but instead what lingered to the tongue
was the sweet taste of near perfection.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
I found a bean in my room
Hope that means I'll be leaving soon
If I plant it in my carpet
And put an X to mark it
Maybe if I sow
Maybe it will grow
And have a great stock
And for a moment I'll just stand and gawk
Maybe it will grow into the sky
Past where the birds fly
Up past the clouds
Where humans are not allowed
Then like my old friend Jack
I'll pack me a sack
Then I'll start my climb
Up that big sturdy vine
At the top I wonder what I'll find
Will it be peace of mind
Will my giants all be slayed
Will I finally be unafraid
I want to be above the grind
And all of mankind
So I planted my bean and watered it well
You can see it's starting to grow and swell
The roots start to snake
Making my floor quake
But it didn't grow up, but sideways instead
I looked at it with dread
Even my daydreams
Are not as they seem
But nightmares ensues
My lovely dark muse
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Love that mends,
Is love that breaks.
Love that breaks,
Is the the love you love.
It's the love you love you always love,
That's the one that hurts.
The love I always loved was you,
That's why I'll always love you...
That's why I'll always want you...
Why I'll always need you,
By my side.
[K.D.P.]
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
I cannot eat and I cannot sleep anymore
because Your Great Love has been
knocking down my doors.
God, I am filthy, but you make me clean
You've had great plans for me
before I even became a little bean.
Growing up brings some bitter pains,
You wash it away with your healing rain.
My timid soul is thirsty and starving.
Shape me Lord, into your perfect carving.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC