I thought I’d end the day on a light note and show you guys a poem dedicated to a beautiful drink. And for anyone who who doesn’t know what a Tim Horton’s is (no, not the hockey player), then I should advise you to take the nearest flight over to Canada and buy yourself a double-double. I know that this isn’t my best work but I thought I’d share it anyway. Enjoy.
To Coffee, the drink of gods!
Oh Coffee, you golden brown elixir of life,
I’ve seen the way you energize these tired
bones like a legion of batteries fighting
their way into every fiber of my body,
and don’t think that I haven’t noticed the way
you fend off the minions of Sleep, or the way
you battle the soldiers of Fatigue to allow this
mind to wander the land of soon-to-be’s;
to that place where your sweet bitterness
entices this virgin tongue to dream of
unknown lands just waiting, begging to be
discovered in that tiny, quaint paper cup,
and when that heavenly substance finally
enter the long awaiting throat, a truly
magical moment occurs, a time where
all of life’s wonders and awe are realized.
But sometimes I find old friends
saying that you are not the majestic
knight in shining armor that I know
you are; they call not friend but fiend!
And there may be some truth to it,
for you have stained my teeth an old
book brown, and made these hands
shake and jitter like an used car motor
But I still forgive you, my dear friend Coffee;
for life has no flavor if I live without thee.
I do not drink it, never have, but I know many that depend on coffee each morning to even function. lol
Maybe you should try, it’ll change your life… probably not for the better but you’ll be hooked regardless!
I have enough bad habits. Cursing, procrastinating.. one more may just upset the delicate balance lol.
Well I guess you can just get the f**king coffee… later
LOL!
Cheers to coffee! What would we do without you?
I’d probably be in a sleep coma…
Ah, yes, the sweet elixir …. as I quaff down my 2nd this morn
… and wootwoot to Tim Hortons. Its the first thing my US born Dad does soon as he crosses the border into Canada…drive to the nearest for his fix. My southern step-mom believes Canadians are addicted…like duh…and proudly
Of course we’re addicted to the stuff, I literally have 3 Tim Horton’s within walking distance from me, and there’s thousands littered everywhere. Mmmm… Tim Horton’s… Glad to see someone else so reliant on the stuff as I am!
Great poem Tismond. While you are figuring what path to take in life, keep writing. You do great with pen and paper. You should check this out http://www.squidoo.com/savorthefood . Squidoo is for Freelance writing. You could even get paid to do it, when someone notices your work.
Hey I like coffee. My friends call me the Coffee Expert. Dark French Roast with cinnamon stick. I grind it myself. Hey thanks for sharing. Look forward to your next post.
Chef Randall
savorthefood.wordpress.com
I’m drinking coffee while reading this, nodding my head in amusement and recognition. Lovely and clever! I’m glad you found my blog because that find yours, and I look forward to following your work.
Thanks for checking out my blog as well! And like you, I’ve always had a soft spot for coffee and poetry, so why not put the two together? Glad to see a fellow coffee lover!
Coffee saves my life at least once a month. It is a truly heroic beverage.
Although I am not a strict coffee drinker, I do diverge from my tea to enjoy a sip from the cup of joe… so when I found this I laughed. Thank you