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

[~Blue Fantasy~]

oh this is great! so true it is ...I am the same way about my coffeee! i really enjoyed this piece. Great job!!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I really like how your rhyme scheme and layout and wording makes every poem so nice to read!

"Sometimes drenching the counter in anticipated bliss
Eye lids at half mast awaiting coffee’s kiss"

"Most days I’m seen with my elixir of love
It rights my ship like an olive branched dove"

I liked the entire poem, but these three verses just HAD to be my favorite!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A fine read, depicts your love for the Caribou real well...with smells and imgery you convey!! Excellent offbeat poem from you that I love :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

I am a Keurig guy myself, and I will drink that stuff late at night. What is it with us writers and coffee anyway? Every writer I read has some poem about coffee, or some story about it. Nice work, brother.

[November Gold]

This was great! I can relate! The gift of words is amazing, we can take something as general as our morning java and turn it into a delicious piece of work :)