The Life Giving Goodness

A quick humorous poem about my wife and I's addiction to coffee.

The Life Giving Goodness 

 an obsession by Chris

 

  

If my swollen face looks older than my age

The life-giving liquid is sure to be uncaged

My fingers will fly to the whole bean bag

And savagely rip open removing the tag

 

For  roasted goodness will begin to tumble-down

filling my grinder…the one with the horrible sound

If you were sleeping when its power is applied

You will mumble “who the heck just died’?

 

A grab of the carafe and a mighty pour

While  guiding its fall into the reservoir

Sometimes drenching the counter in anticipated bliss

Eye lids at half mast  awaiting  coffee’s kiss

 

With the grinder’s fresh kill and its grounds to be scooped

I’m praying my energy will soon be recouped

For I have built an aromatic mound

Now scalding water emits a gurgling sound

 

I stumble to chair with mug in hand

sweeping the cobwebs from dreamland

Waiting is torture with a 10 minute brew

But absolutely necessary for this day anew

 

Three little beeps signal ”job done”

With death grip on cup I now run

The closer I get; the sweeter the syrup

I begin to understand all the fuss in Europe

 

Encircled in a waft that must resemble Elysium 

Sending my senses in a state of delirium

My lips find home on the ceramic rim

My internal gas gauge has hit its brim

 

All around me surrounded by fellow commuters

Streets filled with sour faces and road rage shooters

My day’s brighter with a warm fulfilled face

While cruising my route with style and grace

 

I hit work with a powerful stride

Coworkers notice my Bond-like glide

After inserting my body into my chair

Coffee is cradled with great care

 

 Fellow workers: Here’s a rule not to be ignored

If hand is on mug, then open my door

But if mug is amiss and expression is dour

Take hand off of knob and return in an hour

 

Most days I’m seen with my elixir of love

It rights my ship like an olive branched dove

My routine can’t be tempted by Coke or Mountain Dew

For me it’s Mocha Java served by my local “Bou”

Author's Note

Most mornings I fire up the coffee maker and fill it with a freshly ground bean from Caribou Coffee. My wife and I are in love with Caribou and if you live in a winter climate, this perfect brew is a must. This is just a quick poem about my obsession with Caribou and my morning routine. This was written fast and carefree so don’t be too harsh on me. lol

Reviews

[Sleepless]

lol this describes a like like no other ! i like its original i love how you put wprds and similes and they all make sense it has a really great imgery i love it 1:) i love the rhyming !:)

[Daytonight]

Great work. Keep on penning.

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

"I stumble to chair with mug in hand

sweeping the cobwebs from dreamland

Waiting is torture with a 10 minute brew

But absolutely necessary for this day anew"

This verse is quite perfect and I'm sure most of us can relate! :-)

[Broken Melody]

I liked it. It reminds me of my parents in the morning.

[Y.F.]

There's something slightly dark about this writing, more than just the beans. I really enjoyed how you're able to twist this morning routine and give it another, perhaps slightly naughty angle.

Great work.

[patricia]

Personally I prefer PG Tips myself! Love the smell of coffee though. This was fun to read. Thanks.

[Alexis suzzanne]

This is a beautiful writing and I am compelled to this piece of writing.
If only some people understood the way you do at times we would have fantastic and inspired writers.

[Thea]

Yay, brilliant, huh...I don't drink coffee, haha! Amazing poem... :)))

[joshua deathdealer]

I don't know..I'm pretty fond of mountain dew lol but mocha java's are great too.