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A Cup of Coffee For Me
Just one more cup...that's all I'm asking...my head hurts...the room is fading in and out...I can't believe three cups haven't done the trick,
Maybe it's because of the lighting...you know for my eyesight straining...it can't possibly be the blood vessels constricting,
The joys of life...oh how it's so much better with a cup of coffee...you know the birds sing faster...louder...emotionally scattered,
This coffee might be getting to me...the formalities of it all...cup in hand...iPad in the other...zine reading for heavens sake.
Is it the day in and day out pace that I carry daily...sugar in first...sometimes one scoop others maybe two,
The drops of splashing creamer that makes its home in the bottom of the pottery cup...you know the modern ones we drink from everyday,
Then comes the mixture...black depths of strained grinds from the columbian hills...gunfights daily for my mix,
Purpose and determined retrieval of my most beloved concoction...is there cause for applause...I think not my friend.
The many countries that make their livings fighting over the beloved beans...skewered existence of boney deportations,
How many lives must be lost for my single cup...make that two then three...the required amount to ease my mental tone of aspirations,
Do the resorts along the coast help to deliver the barges of beans through the Gulf of Mexico...
Customs allowing every ounce of the bean through...it doesn't matter...the coffee calls to me...black glob in my lottery cup.
The fortified walls of nervous breakdowns that occur every day among every citizen of all countries abound,
Has everyone forgotten the concept of sleep...the turntable events that light up the night sky...the morning like bears chasing their prey,
But as soon as the liquid enters my body...the mass confusion ends on the flip of a dime...variables uniting around the block,
The seats are pushed in...the table is made...the world seems a lot calmer now...thank you columbian mayhem...devils drink of choice...coffee.
If you like this poem, you can visit a few of my others below:
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The night sky was filled with the events of a meteor shower, but something was different. In a moments glance, the entire world was upturned, and the energies of the planet and the universe revealed themselves. What is this energy, and why does it - The Pains of Happiness
In order to accomplish more, one must first fall and make mistakes to understand the pains revolving around the final bliss of Happiness. Just a poem of thoughts for the mind.
Comments
ya, I do the same thing with diamonds. Good work and good job getting the word out!
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Thank you for appreciating coffee as much as I do. I placed this historic background of columbian gunfights to place a price on an average persons indulgence of coffee.
interestuing. good work. this reminds me of the poem i wrote, Nice Rock
You told it very well!
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Thank you, I felt as though the historical violence in relation to how the average individual perceives his/her cup is very contradicting. I felt like it had to be emphasized.
Coffee is A HUGE part of my life as well. I have a poem dedicated to it as well.. lol Great hub!
- Author
Nice, hot chocolate is awesome if I may say so myself.
Great hub. Voted up and awesome.
I gave up coffee for lent and I am not Catholic. Long story. Anyway, that was about six years ago and I haven't had a cup since. Still love the smell of fresh brewed coffee.
Now, I get my caffeine fix from tea and hot chocolate.
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Thank you all for the great feedback, hope y'all follow me on to my next piece, as I will be following you all.
Loved it! I never looked at coffee like that and will never think of coffee the same again.
I am one of those who could drink a cup or even two at night and still be able to go to sleep easily.
However, if I don't have at least one strong cup in the morning, I suffer headaches.
I think that my coffee is the lesser of the evils that used to be my vises. Voted up!
"black coffee, freshly ground and fully packed. Hot black coffee is where its at", Humble Pie (anthology)
Loved the piece!! Great work :)
Ah, sympatico, though even if I were not a coffee lover, I would appreciate the writing. Beautiful!
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Thank you much, yea coffee is a huge part of my life
I am a fellow coffee lover. I liked your interesting word choice to describe this delectable drink. I voted it up and awesoem!
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