"Enjoying Coffee" (French School)‘The Java Joe Machine’ and Other Poetry by Gigi Ryan The Society October 25, 2024 Culture, Poetry 10 Comments . The Java Joe Machine My jiffy Java Joe machineAllows me to make only oneCup of coffee when I please,Convenient when I’m on the run. But in the seconds as it brewsI recall my coffee potDripping cheerfully while newsI read. The Post, which I pre-bought So it would on my porch appear,Unfolded to me sports and thugsAnd shared advice from Abby dear.I then partook from my best mug. I shake myself from my day dreamTo grab my insulated flaskAnd stir in unsweet, cow-free cream.I rush to start my daily tasks. Should my friends stop by to drinkCoffee, we can choose our ownPlastic pod and in a blinkWe drink together yet alone, Sipping, staring at our screens,Breaking from the cyber worldNow and then to share a meme.No second cup is ever poured. . . Drop in a Bucket “Behold the nations are as a drop of a bucket, andare counted as the small dust of the balance.”—Isaiah 40:15 Everywhere I look there is mess.So many are experiencing distress—Towns are wrecked by unexpected floods,Homes and businesses are full of mud.Loss of property and hope and lifeHave left a wake of heartbreak and of strife. This nation nearly seems beyond repair.I’m tempted to depression and despairBy borders and the streets “woked up” with “pride.”Have fear of God and holiness both died?Elijah, too, looked round and felt a dearthOf people that would honor God on earth. But every week I press on to His House.Together with the saints, the chosen spouse.We will worship, hear the Word, and pray,And partake of bread and wine. A rayOf light will put us all in mind of thoseMillions who are there around the throne, Which we will join. Perhaps it won’t be longWhen Jesus comes and fixes all these wrongs.What seems impossible to man is notThe same to God. The nations are a dropIn the bucket to Him. He rules still;And no matter what He always will. . . Gigi Ryan is a wife, mother, grandmother, and home educator. She lives in rural Tennessee. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: 10 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson October 25, 2024 Gigi, your poetry always sparkles with sincerity and skilled writing. Friends used to talk to each other when there was no cyberworld. Now we miss the conviviality and problem solving, not to mention gossip, experienced in days gone by. Thank you for sharing and providing the introductory scripture for your second poem. That was the perfect anchor for God versus man perspectives of nations as you so greatly said. Reply Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Roy, Thank you for your comment and being sensitive to my true heart coming through my writing. While I don’t prefer my java joe machine (I am currently into “pour overs”) I do have one, and it does get used, I admit with a sigh. Writing about how current events in my life and the world relate to Scripture keep me grounded – an anchor as you say. Gigi Reply Cynthia Erlandson October 25, 2024 Thank you, Gigi, especially for “Drop in a Bucket”. It does seem like a strange idea to us that all the things that are happening that naturally get us down and seem more like a flood than a drop, are simply a drop to God. “the streets ‘woked up’ with ‘pride’ ” is a wonderfully descriptive line. I, too, am tempted to despair that there seems no (human) way that all of this can be fixed; from our point of view, our nation does seem beyond repair. Thank you for reminding us that that isn’t God’s point of view. Reply Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Cynthia, Thank you for commenting. I agree that the events seem more like a flood than a drop. Writing about Scripture’s application to life keeps me meditating on the truth, and I can never do that too much, especially these days! Gigi Reply Margaret Coats October 25, 2024 My best friend and I still occasionally get together over a pot of tea. Conversation is what we really want, but ceremony over the cups and cream and sugar count for a lot, so I feel the glum cost for choice and efficiency in your jiffy “Java Joe Machine.” It deserves to be followed up by the reminder of a “Drop in a Bucket.” Reply Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Margaret, I, too, feel that the ceremony around the cups and cream and sugar are important. I bought a pretty tea pot and small tea cups to have tea with my granddaughters and the little girls next door. While the “Java Joe Machine” is meant to be a social commentary, I am encouraged by the trend of coffee shops. There is one in our town that thrives as a meeting place for catching up around a special drink. There are plenty that go there to study and use the internet, but I see enough real conversation to have hope that we won’t all succumb to our own little worlds. Perhaps that ought to be the subject of my next coffee themed poem. Gigi Reply Warren Bonham October 25, 2024 I’ve gone through several coffee systems over the past couple of years. We’ve had 2 Nespresso systems, a Keurig machine, a “regular” coffee maker, a pour-over Chemex system and now a fancy Jura one-push system. The Jura is the easiest and probably makes the best (and most consistent) coffee. The Chemex system takes the most time but is probably the most satisfying because of the “ceremony” that goes with it. Having said that, I enjoyed this poem while sipping a joylessly produced cup from the Jura machine. Reply Gigi Ryan October 26, 2024 Warren, I appreciate your quest for the perfect cup of coffee, even when “joylessly produced,” and your sense of humor. Thank you. Gigi Reply C.B. Anderson October 26, 2024 I only rarely drink coffee, usually a cup of black on the hottest day of summer, but I get it. My morning cup is always white tea. I could not help wondering whether “Towns are wrecked by unexpected floods” in the second poem was a reference to the flood of unassimilated illegals in many American towns. No amount of coffee or tea could ever put a polish on that sneaker. Reply Gigi Ryan October 26, 2024 Dear C.B., Honestly, the towns wrecked by floods from hurricanes was prominently on my mind, having had my mother’s home town among them. However, I find your possible application to be quite appropriate. Gigi Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. 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Roy Eugene Peterson October 25, 2024 Gigi, your poetry always sparkles with sincerity and skilled writing. Friends used to talk to each other when there was no cyberworld. Now we miss the conviviality and problem solving, not to mention gossip, experienced in days gone by. Thank you for sharing and providing the introductory scripture for your second poem. That was the perfect anchor for God versus man perspectives of nations as you so greatly said. Reply
Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Roy, Thank you for your comment and being sensitive to my true heart coming through my writing. While I don’t prefer my java joe machine (I am currently into “pour overs”) I do have one, and it does get used, I admit with a sigh. Writing about how current events in my life and the world relate to Scripture keep me grounded – an anchor as you say. Gigi Reply
Cynthia Erlandson October 25, 2024 Thank you, Gigi, especially for “Drop in a Bucket”. It does seem like a strange idea to us that all the things that are happening that naturally get us down and seem more like a flood than a drop, are simply a drop to God. “the streets ‘woked up’ with ‘pride’ ” is a wonderfully descriptive line. I, too, am tempted to despair that there seems no (human) way that all of this can be fixed; from our point of view, our nation does seem beyond repair. Thank you for reminding us that that isn’t God’s point of view. Reply
Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Cynthia, Thank you for commenting. I agree that the events seem more like a flood than a drop. Writing about Scripture’s application to life keeps me meditating on the truth, and I can never do that too much, especially these days! Gigi Reply
Margaret Coats October 25, 2024 My best friend and I still occasionally get together over a pot of tea. Conversation is what we really want, but ceremony over the cups and cream and sugar count for a lot, so I feel the glum cost for choice and efficiency in your jiffy “Java Joe Machine.” It deserves to be followed up by the reminder of a “Drop in a Bucket.” Reply
Gigi Ryan October 25, 2024 Dear Margaret, I, too, feel that the ceremony around the cups and cream and sugar are important. I bought a pretty tea pot and small tea cups to have tea with my granddaughters and the little girls next door. While the “Java Joe Machine” is meant to be a social commentary, I am encouraged by the trend of coffee shops. There is one in our town that thrives as a meeting place for catching up around a special drink. There are plenty that go there to study and use the internet, but I see enough real conversation to have hope that we won’t all succumb to our own little worlds. Perhaps that ought to be the subject of my next coffee themed poem. Gigi Reply
Warren Bonham October 25, 2024 I’ve gone through several coffee systems over the past couple of years. We’ve had 2 Nespresso systems, a Keurig machine, a “regular” coffee maker, a pour-over Chemex system and now a fancy Jura one-push system. The Jura is the easiest and probably makes the best (and most consistent) coffee. The Chemex system takes the most time but is probably the most satisfying because of the “ceremony” that goes with it. Having said that, I enjoyed this poem while sipping a joylessly produced cup from the Jura machine. Reply
Gigi Ryan October 26, 2024 Warren, I appreciate your quest for the perfect cup of coffee, even when “joylessly produced,” and your sense of humor. Thank you. Gigi Reply
C.B. Anderson October 26, 2024 I only rarely drink coffee, usually a cup of black on the hottest day of summer, but I get it. My morning cup is always white tea. I could not help wondering whether “Towns are wrecked by unexpected floods” in the second poem was a reference to the flood of unassimilated illegals in many American towns. No amount of coffee or tea could ever put a polish on that sneaker. Reply
Gigi Ryan October 26, 2024 Dear C.B., Honestly, the towns wrecked by floods from hurricanes was prominently on my mind, having had my mother’s home town among them. However, I find your possible application to be quite appropriate. Gigi Reply