#java
To the tune of, "The Imperial March")
(0: With deep regrets to John Williams! :0)
My friend, needs some coffee, in her big, coffee, ***
If she doesn't, get some coffee, she's going to pop!
The planets will crash..
...And the Universe will stop!
If she doesn't, get some coffee, in her big, coffee, ***
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC
Butterscotch
Smooth java
In a cup.
Fills the air
But mostly
Tastes sweet.
Lightly here
On the tongue
Pleasure paired.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Diamku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
hasil tempaan semesta
Pura-pura rabunku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
bisikan suruhan semesta
Jarak tubuhku yang sengaja kujauhkan itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
kesadaran yang ditumbuhkan semesta
Mungkin bumi terlalu banyak diputari bulan
mungkin juga ini jawaban doamu
sampai akhirnya membawaku padamu lagi
aku bisa saja menghampiri & menhakimimu
atau memuntahkan segala rasa & pikiran saat itu
Kedewasaanku itu
bukan hanya cerdiknya lidah bertutur manis
kau saksikan sendiri matangku
Memang masih sedikit perih
hantu kenangan buruk yang terpanggil dadakan
Kedewasaanku itu
adalah sebentuk ikhlas
adalah bentuk penepatan janjiku
bahwa tidak akan kuganggu dirimu
Kau tahu tidak?
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
Someone asked
Is this life real
If love doesn't come true?
Or the opposite question
Is this love real
If life does not find its form?
There are many people saying
Love may not always keep us together
But how can anyone say something that is not felt in yourself?
Then people run in a quiet circle
He saw the love he felt and that’s hurts
Because he feels love what isn’t felt
He saw his lover
Dance in the crowd
And it's like a dagger
It will be very simple if he can see a gap
Return to the past then dismiss the meeting story
When his lover was first met
But this can be wrong because he doesn't know too
Is a lover worthy being called a lover
When will it not be owned?
Next question how can bear your love
Until it suffered so much
Whereas once he can't say it?
gusblero©2018
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
We'll wash our hearts with coffee until they become the color of the swirling liquid earth.
They'll breathe in the aroma and anoint themselves with the curls of richness
Dancing an escape from the brim of the mugs.
We'll pray to the weathered hands that harvested the beans that even in the biting briskness and cowardly violence of this world
We may become warm and hearty and nurturing
like that with which we fill our cups.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
<Initialization.start.exe>
[Meaning] = The way we use language to convey [FEELINGS];
Poem(){
Words have [Meaning]
Creativity, Force, Power.etc;}
If(Poem() != [Creative]){
~query~ Is it poetry?}
/* There is no point in writing what is already written */
Expression(){
It's not what we want to say that matters because the FEELINGS we experience in our lives have been felt before. It's trying to express those feelings, and share them with others in a new way.
Expression(Poem([Meaning]));
<Initialization.end.exe>
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
She’s hot and wet when she greets me in the morning,
I know of no better way to wake up.
And when I need her she is always there,
She fills my loving cup.
It is an affair that has been going on for years,
And she will continue to comfort when I’m old.
When I am down she perks me up,
She warms me when I am cold.
Dark and bold she comes to me,
More beautiful than any sunrise.
Like a gypsy with her magic charms,
She has the power to open tired eyes.
Though some folks may criticize her,
Pointing out her mother’s a Columbian nut.
And yes, those South Americans are a bit hot-blooded,
But I just smile and say “So what?”
For coffee and I are partners in life,
From her I will never stray.
And should anyone try to get between us,
They will surely rue the day.
10-01-15.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
In this hollow space
I hold before the rising sun
In duty the greys will fade
as the sky shifts into it's run
I hold the hallowed word
and embrace it's lifeless eyes
Looking for a pulse
but there is none in it's disguise
Before the song comes tolled
by the early morning bird
The poet twists agony
seeking out a perfect word
The hollow echo of love's dust
is knocking at the door
Your hearts a cenotaph screaming out
Please ! Let there be no more !
The sun's rising red as an
evil eye of dread
Cold sweat is dripping now
from the brow of you head
The night's effort lies
at the bottom of the pool
All of your creations
make you look just like a fool
Now the rays of light
penetrate my aching head
This hollow empty feeling
compares to being dead
I toss my papers
halfway across the room
The all but hallowed
are replaced now by the gloom
Every night tastes cold coffee
leaves you feeling grim
The half eaten papers
where the ink has run on thin
My emotions have all turned to lead
it's my time to go to bed
The midnight's voice is screaming
like a nightmare that hasn't been fed
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Every morning is a struggle
feeling miserable
unbearable
That is until I turn things on
hot and heavy
The feeling of excitement
A smile under my face
I'm so aroused
It gets hotter
It gets more steamy
The ****** it's done
My day can start
All thanks to my love who
makes me whole
My coffee.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
import becker.robots;
import becker.reggae;
public class ReggaeBoy extends Robot{
public ReggaeBoy(City c, int s, int a, Direction d, String label){
super(c,s,a,d);
this.setIcon("ReggaeBoy.png");
this.setLabel("Reggae Boy");
}
public void bunUp(){
this.setIcon("kush.png");
this.setColor(GREEN);
this.setSpeed(this.getSpeed/2);
}
public void playReggae(int songNumber){
String musicFile = ("bobM.mp3,herbs.mp3,reggaeTime.mp3");
String[] musicFileSplit = musicFile.split(",");
this.playSong(musicFileSplit[songNumber]);
}
}
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
its cold here
my heavy eyes droop
the teacher drones on
I blow my nose, so that I can breathe
in, out, in sneeze out in, out, in, out, sneeze
I'm at the back of the room
isolated
java 2, the elite
sitting alone in a java 1 class, so I don't have to pay attention
Mrs. is teaching stuff I already learned
She hands me packets to work on, on my own
the trees look so green, I love the spring
may, almost, summer
summer coming soon, not soon enough
tap tap tap tap the keyboards click click click
ugh my nose is so congested
my eyes are so heavy
sleeeeeep I just need sleep
I have to packets I need to work on, but I can't focus.
can't focus, can't breathe
my hands are tired from typing
I'm too tired to focus on reading
so what to do, what to do.
I'm wasting time, but who actually cares
I'll get the work done, just not today
summer come sooner, I need some warmth
warmth, my bed is so warm
this classroom is cold
i'm cold
bed, bed, sleep warmth
how will I ever get through this day?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC