Terra Bartlebaugh

An Ode To Coffee

Oh foreign beans made of caffeine and love,
you never fail me.
What is this, a history paper to get done?
I never fear, for you will always be there
hugging me in your warmth.

Let me take you in,
Hush now, my sweet, tasty liquid.
The only sound I'll hear tonight is the hum of the
coffeepot and the clicking of
the keys.

You'll help me write this wretched paper
and give me inspiration,
So do your job, Joe, and help
keep my eyes open and fingers typing.

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 16, 2009

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Comments about An Ode To Coffee by Terra Bartlebaugh

  • Brian Hinckley (10/18/2009 9:18:00 PM)

    Very nice, I have been caught many a times talking to my coffee in much the same loving, soothing voice.

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  • Christine Schmidt (10/16/2009 8:58:00 PM)

    Your opening line, in my opinion, is fabulous! I love coffee too-that's what made me read :) ...internal rhyming good!

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