True Love of Coffee

The Star and the Rose

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Love, Romantic

You would think

That a heart

Could feel itself in bloom

You would believe

That a soul

Could discover a place to call home

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But what if

The heart was lost

Amongst a field of roses

What if

The soul was wandering

Through the midnight hue of stars

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You would hope

That a heart

Could find itself in love

Warm and embraced

By a hand that would never let go

Yet willing to let it thrive alone

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You would desire

That a soul

Would find the place it always searched for

Comforted and secure

Amongst it’s brethren in a family

Yet cherished by one far away

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Would one still childishly believe

That a heart

And a soul

Could be separated by so much difference

To find a place to each call their own

Yet find themselves paired in wonderful unison

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That one would draw strength from being held

The other to collect itself in a land defined as heaven

That one would define the most vibrant of hue

While the other stands in dreams above

That one could be held so close

And be touched by one so far

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You would think, that a heart and a soul

Could forever find themselves together

That a stranger laying in a field would observe

A simple rose and a star

And know without doubt

That true love could span any distance

Zen Poet

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Romantic, Spiritual

An epic struggle
between love and evil
fought amongst the stars
in the hours of twilight

A zen master, a poet
Who bears not a sword
But honest words
and the courage to feel

His enemy
Not a person or a thing
But the lack of knowing and of feeling
Simply a consuming entropy

A fight disputed in the heart
Fought between lost hope
and peaceful yearning
with two lives in the balance

His voice holds true, a rampant spirit
As if he barrowed strength from the tiger’s roar
His claws touching, but not cutting
As they pierce his soul and release his pain

He bleeds as he finds true balance
in each phrase he holds, in every nuance
As the movement in his voice
Find itself whole in subtle question

Moving through one verse, then another
The flurry of his heart is defying
His actions seeming rash, chaotic, incomplete
Yet ending in perfect calligraphic emotion

His passion echoes a life never lived
And his lust, a care he could never afford
He is a man with only one possession
A life given without question to his heart

The Smile

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

That moment I met you
It was remarkable
~Wait
No it wasn’t

Yet you didn’t move
anything but your lips
my god, do you realize
how you touched me

Was that a kiss?

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Love, Romantic

This one was written because I got caught writing about romance in the Sunset last night and I thought there was something worth writing about. It started out as a section of the above poem, but then became something itself – more aligned to the idea of what a real kiss embodies.

Was that a kiss?

What passion can be felt in brushing your cheek

Dreams are not gone when my eyes are closed

What thoughts I remember as I feel the pause in your breathing

Dreams are so real when I know you are there

What emotion can be created by a simple fragrance

Dreams are vivid when I feel you so close

What fire can be given to a thought so small

Dreams are beyond description when our lips touch

What can I tell you of that day we said hello

Dreams are not forgotten when we said good-bye

Soul fire

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Loss, Love, Lust, Romantic

This burning feeling

A hatred searing my skin

It burns me

I burn myself

Can I not be happy within

Is this damnation I give

Or is this feeling I cannot live

I lust for the calming

I want nothing more than my peace

Can I never hear my thoughts

My mind so rash I scream within

Please let these thoughts relent

I cannot give myself this calm

For I have never forgiven this doubt

I am not to blame yet I hate this game

When will I forgive myself

The Cookie

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Lust, Romantic

Beyond subtle
The most allure of your presence hovered in the air
Minutes became so long
as my body yearned to consume you
to caress my lips with your incredible texture
and to fulfill this needful hunger

Fifteen minutes
seemed like forever as I waited in anticipation
Watching the clock
as my hunger fueled a hope to find you complete

But I wait
Moment by moment losing my grasp on self-control
my lust simply devouring my patience
as I find crumbs of your existence to stave off my desire

Yet I succumb
I lose myself to an insatiable madness
A ravenous corruption seeking to feast upon your body
My will no longer holds me from thoughts of sin
The need to have you here and now

Fifteen minutes
Seemed like forever
But I know, however tempting
Needing you was not worth regreting
The the tender taste of you would be delicious
and would simply define the reason you are so enticing

Forgetting The Rose

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

Tis not possible to define love, nor can it be forgotten.

 

Within passion and envy, it is always held cherished

 

Not within a poet’s mind does it live, merely remembered

 

For it is not within reason, yet warmly within the heart

 

It cannot be contained by phrase, only written in prose

 

Like a rose it holds beauty, yet danger to those it holds

I told you

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dreams, Friendship, Romantic

I told you, without a moment of hesitation or reluctance
that I,
I love you

I told you, with a feeling of simple pride and creative inspiration
that I,
I believe in you

I told you, as if I was a child playing in the woods and I had just met you
that I,
I would like to be your friend

I told you, if you were an angel and I was standing beneath your light
that I,
I see something great in you

I told you, the moment I found you
that I,
I was never lost once you were in my life

I told you, on every day for the rest of my life
that I,
I am better for having known you

On a day with a beautiful sun

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Honor, Love, Romantic

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a cool summer breeze
I felt it as if the tips of your fingers
Were drawing whimsically on my soul

There was a simple belief in me
The simple shared joy of knowing you
Realizing I could love something I couldn’t see
yet I knew somewhere we shared this view

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a moment of subtly perfect adoration
When I knew my heart could still feel your breathing
Where the substance of these emotions found a home

There was an innocence never lost between us
The simple passion I could feel when I closed my eyes
Realizing I had found someone who I could trust
and I knew that my love could no longer be denied

On this day, with a beautiful sun
There was a sacred place that I welcomed you to
I share it with you, knowing you would never forget
and I, the man whom said ‘I love you’, would never regret

The Perfect Dance

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

The Perfect Dance

Like a long walk
slowly dancing
your hands so cold
my body so warm

I take your soul
wanting a quick release
yet I find nothing
but an embrace I cannot break

I discover your brilliance
and I find myself moving so slowly
yet I dare not risk any haste
for every second I know is another I touch

Your breath
the scent of your lust
the fragrance of knowing my desire
while simply losing myself in moving passion

I cannot deny
You are simply beautiful
and my words are defined by the silence you inspire
as I breathe, yet I am breathless

I look into your eyes
deep, alluring windows that ask my soul to speak
and the voice I choose to use
ends in quiet as my fingers caress your hand

With one touch
I find your waist and draw you closer
like a fine artist trying to define something inspiring
something beyond everything I can ever know

With a moment of tension
your body quivers
your hands shake
and our spirits become one

While we kiss
lovers dancing in a motion we cannot break
one moment of bliss
forever held in a memory of two hearts