This is my confession it is my obsession
I have a natural predilection to its addiction
Memories of my father and his ochre cup
Attached to his side, breakfast, lunch and sup’
My oath to drink only one all my friends joke about
I would offer my first-born rather than do without
An olden concoction for which we modernists still toil
To smell its aroma fills me with such frustration
To see its liquid flow as I pour fills me with anticipation
To taste its liquid heat is such a sensation
To feel its burn down my throat fills me with elation
To hear that last swallow fills me with such trepidation
For some it is more precious than diamonds, gold or oil
An obsession shared by many on this orb
As sip after sip it is so greedily absorbed
I oscillate between the need the makes my heart burst
And the joy of feeling the elixir oust my deep thirst
I’m like a kid with chewiest of toffee
Nothing beats that first oomph of coffee
Yes, my colleagues know not speak to me until my coffee reaches well under that bottom marker.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: Cheers!
Today at dVerse Poetics our host and pub-tender paeansunplugged invites us to raise a glass and sip on some verbiage to that all quenches our thirsts. I chose the libation that gets many of us up, running and ready to face the world with less of a snarl in the mornings – well at least me.
Raivenne-lations 
Nothing beats it, and I mean nothing. Could a day even begin without it? Excellent homage to the humble Joe.
I do not need much, but that first coffee is needed…
Ah….the ending made me smile! Yep —- I love a good cup of joe in the morning!
That first cup of coffee, mmm
Love your rhymes and this obsession I do understand! Wonderful tribute.