(sonnet # DIX)
I like to call it precious, aye extol
Its subtle pungent, oft seductive scent;
By that aroma's wafting argument
In private ecstasies indulge, its whole
Another matter needing cream's control.
From bitter tamed to tasty, complement
To darling musings, sonnets lately lent,
Their eloquence seems elevates the soul.
But that perspective's mine alone, you see.
While others love it well enough, how few
Contrariwise might read'ly disagree?
Like folk maintaining "caffeine's bad for you,"
Have reckoned coffee smells foul, telling me
It's "skunk juice." Who else thinks that label's true?
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2012 22:45
- Comment from author about the poem: For all my loving coffee tributes, who'd guess that some of my dearest friends actually think differently? They even (playfully?) gave it a name befitting their assessment. Since they proved it once to my chagrin, I only wonder how many else might agree? Having failed thus far to offer that contrary view, here it is.
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Comments4
Great poem but I love me some coffee.
I love coffee...strong, with real cream. The weak variety or powdered excuses are not eligible for the lofty title of coffee, too deceptive, I say, hahaha, obviously. Thanks a lot for your kind comment fellow coffee lover!
without my coffee in the morning I am good for nothing and I get a headache. Caffeine can be medicinal in certain ways. I would never call it skunk juice. LOL lmao!!!!!
Thanks! Too many likewise concur to dismiss the notion that its nearly purely medicinal and not the epicure's indulgence, which "There's Coffee" introduces. While I practically revere a good cup now, I was originally instructed coffee was to be "enjoyed" (left to my own definitions) not hastily quaffed like the simply needful medicine so many cannot live without. Try a bad espresso's dregs and you might find out what my siblings/best friends were using to classify coffee as "skunk juice." Thanks again, Lynda(sp?).
ttfn,
Jenny
I think non coffee drinkers should be prosecuted, maybe psychiatric counselling thrown in just for the sake of it too. Off for a coffee now.
My late mother was my best friend and she thought coffee disagreeable, whereas my late father loved coffee and she privately assured me he was miserably addicted to the same. He both gave me my Bodum tea pot and my Bodum french press and vacuum coffee pot, and I was his companion through his adventures from learning to pull espressos to perfecting that art. Now I've finally purchased my own La Pavoni and am trying to pull espressos like my beloved late daddy did. And the list goes on. Ergo, I can't prosecute those who disagree with my opinions though I sometimes think they do me.
I think people are happily addicted to coffee. Your late dad sounds like a great character.
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