Ode to coffee and more…

“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.” ― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Ode to Coffee

O! coffee, where art thou
When I need thee now?
In thy many flavored blends
A hot cup would be godsend.

I cannot keep awake
Without a short coffee-break.
With thy life-giving aroma
Save me from going into a coma.

Java, Colombian or French Roast
Thy every flavor, I will toast.
To the end thy loyal slave
Three cups a day I will always crave.
(source: Ranjit Nair)

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When 3 a.m. comes and Boza is by my side?

There is one thing that inspires…
It would be a lie,
to say that getting up and walking Boza,
doing his drops in his eyes is such a pleasure,
that I leap out of bed and break the mires…

That would be a false expression,
the thought of a cup of coffee,
laced with cream,
strong, rich,
is the revelation…

wakes the quintessence of life,
motivates and lets the soul,
accept strife…

Coffee is…


A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.