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Pot Of Coffee
Contributed by
Sinned
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Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 07:40:46 AM in AEST
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Pot Of Coffee
My shoulders and bare arms uncovered
Never could take heat
Sticking out are my feet
I stirr still in bed
Itch the baldness of my head
Scratchy eyes that still hold night vision
Indesion
Should I stay in bed or a new day discover
Not thinking I just react
I throw back my blankets into an unruly pile
Still I linger for just awhile
Another night spent like a heated cat
This afternoon I shall take a nap
God willing
Wife isn't shilling
I put my feet on the carpet track
Hand in shorts I ajust my thing
and scratch my behind
My shirt is in the kitchen hanging on a back of a chair
My pants hanging right there
I got the coffee pot ready the night before
I await quiver and shake ready to pour
It seems like the coffee pot knowingly takes it's time
I look out at the early morning midnight sky
Stiff neck and achy back
My sore shoulders hanging slack
To the bath room for that morning dribble
Awhile longer I will be feeling terrible
A tinge of awakness I smell the coffee pots aroma
I'm starting to come out of my night time coma
After all I didn't die
Sweetner and a little creamora
that first coffee I pour
Emencly enjoying
Savering
On the web I commit to writting a poem
I do this many a morn
The rising sun looks cold
A shimmering band of gold
Cool grey morning clouds with the softest touch of orange
Another coffee and another
I emptied the pot o'brother
I scoop some grounds over the old
Then fill the pot with water just so
Just like that I feel awake
A pot of coffee is all it takes
Already its nine o'clock
I hear my wife stiring around for her socks
I didn't sleep for crap I hear her mutter
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Re: Pot Of Coffee
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by Stoney1 on
Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:32:05 AM AEST
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Got a kick out of your poem, and I commiserate
with the pitiful 'dribble'.
I also no longer get the youthful 'wood' in the morning
and the immensely satisfying strong stream is now
reduced to a dribble.
Just a note in passing, when I had to kick the coffee
habit; I discovered that one is only supposed to have
2.5 cups of coffee per day.
I was like you, I drank a pot early in the morning
before going to work and then had two or three
cups at work. Found myself getting very jittery.
I definitely had a caffeine addiction. So I stopped
cold turkey. Big mistake! Within 17 hours I developed
such a horrendous headache that I thought the top of
my head was coming off. Pain killers were ineffective.
Even when I discovered what was causing the headaches,
I didn't take any caffeine. It just confirmed to me that I was
badly addicted.
After several weeks, I kicked the habit and the headaches
eventually went away. Now, I content myself with decafe.
It's not bad.
If you ever decide to kick the addiction, I don't recommend
going cold turkey. Go to a half-and-half blend for a month
and then go to decafe. That way you can avoid the headaches.
You'll probably start sleeping better too. *g*
Stoney
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