Coffee---The Java Addiction

Sleepless nights, wasted rest, addicted to this thing called java

Coffee…The Java Addiction

 

Caffeinated flavors of stimulatory transgressions

Leads to sleepless nights of tossing and curses

Red lit numbers shift as lunar phases wane

Night hawks screech and owl hoots bane

Optical phenomenological shadows creep

Across the darkened window pane

Another night’s rest lost

Oh, What a colossal shame!

 

 

Bright Ocean Star; March 21, 2015

 

Author's Note

I couldn't help it. My coffee is staring at me and it's 6:00pm. I can see the writing on the wall...forgive the pun!:)

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

love your wordage! ... especially this : "Optical phenomenological shadows creep" :)
i rarely drink coffee past my morning two cups .. but i am prone to rising early .. many times 2-3 AM .. just a habit i have gotten into ... so the frustrations you so eloquently describe are not foreign to me arrrrrrrrrgh!
thanks for the chuckle your poem inspires in me .. and stay away from that night time java :)
E.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you,E. I try, but often I have to work late after the kids go to sleep. The only way I can force myself to do so, is to caffeine up my system...:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

People always ask why I drink coffee at night... I just can't help myself.

[Bright Ocean Star]

That's how I feel as well...:)

[MomzillaNC]

Ahhh… coffee! :D

[Bright Ocean Star]

De-caffeinated hot tea is a much better alternative after 6 pm. :)

[MomzillaNC]

I do prefer tea in the evening. Must have my vat-o-coffee every morning, though.

[rubie]

As a fellow coffee junkie, I can totally relate to this...

You've captured that feeling of a brain not being able to shut off, bombarded by stimuli.

Love this write!

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you for stopping in, Rubie! I am happy you connected with this one...:)

[Moonie]

Haha, I so know the feeling. It all starts off with late night studies or a nice little cup with the family, then you get addicted to that stuff slowly, then you start wondering if something is the matter with the coffee powder you're using, or if someone is trying to drug you. You look with suspicion at each face and each drink, never finding the culprit--that innocent looking, satanic coffee in that descent mug. When you finally pinpoint it out, it's too late.
I could almost smell caffeine in your poem, see and hear those heartless owls and hawks too, and feel the moon twisting and toying with my emotions like bits of toffee. Your rhymes have intoxicated me, miss!!! What a colossal masterpiece! I like Woody's poem too. My version would be
"Sweet brown cups of high-causing,
Sugared drinks full of loads of caffeine,
it's your mistake that I am here tossing
around in my bed even at three - fifteen. "--hmm, sounds awful, but I had to give it a try...

Ps, "Optical phenomenological shadows creep" and "Red lit numbers shift as lunar phases wane" --favourite lines.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I don't know, fairest daughter. I like your lines...especially the third one, "It's your mistake that I am here tossing around in my bed even at three-fifteen" very nice rhythm! Thank you for dropping in to read this one, too!

[wordman]

I have drank about two pots a day forever,drink a cup usually before I go to bed
great write

[NoelHC]

I am one of the lucky ones, usually coffee later in the evening doesn't affect me like you describe. But tea for some reason does, much like you wrote about.
Well done. I related.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Noel. I'm happy you stopped in to read this one. It is always nice to read your reviews...:)

[Samuel Dickens]

Oh, we coffee lovers certainly do enjoy our fix. During my twenty years in the Navy, we had coffee pots going 24 hours per day, and might not have ever accomplished a thing without them! "Optical phenomenological shadows"--I think I saw those on a few mid watches.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I hate those shadows. They always convince me someone is out there who shouldn't be. Paranoia at 3am doesn't help the situation..:) Thank you for dropping in to read and leave this nice review.

[Woody]

know the difference between a true poet and an interloper?
well, a true poet will express their sleeplessness with something as beautiful as the above.
an interloper (namely me) would write something as simple as:

coffee's coursing through my veins
as the moon waxes and wanes
I'm jittery and fit to howl
my eyes are like those of an owl

[Bright Ocean Star]

Woody, you are no interloper. You are a great writer, and I happen to like your version better. I like the rhyme in yours. Works better than mine...:)

[Woody]

really? haha. didn't think much of it. well I'mm going to put it out there, see if it garners a few positive reviews.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and all those sounds are even louder and more clear from the buzz of the caffeine ...but often the sleepless nights lead to writing...and then...not such a shame.
turn the curses to verses and have another cup.

[Bright Ocean Star]

and be wasted all day Sunday and Monday...Ha! I do like the idea of turning curses into verses...read moreand be wasted all day Sunday and Monday...Ha! I do like the idea of turning curses into verses...
We'll have to see....! :)