For me, Sean Connery was the one and only true James Bond, and I was saddened to read of his death today, aged 90. The cause has not yet been …
Who was your favourite Bond?
“Scary monsters, super creeps, Keep me running, running scared” David Bowie
Scary Monsters and Super Freaks
Darkness surrounds me
In every corner do I see
Scary monsters lurking
Soon enough, freaking
Footfalls getting closer
I look over my shoulder
Fight or flight?
Did not even bring a knife
Picking up the pace
Looking for a hiding place
Nothing can be found
I turn around
Standing paralyzed
Totally petrified
Watching helplessly
Facing the enemy
Feeling hopeless
When a dark figure approaches
Huffing and puffing
Its legs scuffing
It stops in front of me
Looking at me, curiosly
Its mouth opening suddenly
“Got a light deary?”
“There is always time for a coffee, or two, or even more. Heck! I could drink coffee all day long! So, just, plug me in, please!“ Gun Roswell
Friday, and the Coffee Break
The working week, once again, totally spent, in a mostly blurry bend
Without so much, as a good, relaxing break or even, a full nights rest
The only, and never changing constant, in this, whirlwind of a, well, quest
Is the one dark, strong and yes, even dubbed golden, liquid, to digest
But, not each and every stop mark, was, such a success
As sometimes, the days, got to be, a total and utter mess
When getting, that one precious cup, or maybe two, or even a few
Was skipped due, to all them urgent tasks, always, overdue
Luckily, surviving, like always, the week, from Monday, even, to this, Friday
Before, the weekend’s full and awaited release, in front would be lain
Some other types of liquids, certainly none, as tasty and good made
More like a big beast, completely opposing the elixir of life, now, finally slain
So, today, on this, day of Friday, the one day, where running around
Like some kind of beheaded poultry or maybe even, a mad cow
As all the consuming hustle and bustle, is finally toning down
And then, having, “so much” of that time, simply, to get unwound
But maybe, just maybe, skip all them scheduled, planned, awaiting other activities
Forget about all mind numbing, and lip downward curling negatives
When finally, seated, in peace, with a large cup, of that sweet, sweet release
Downing it all, in one, big gulp, and then quickly adding, another full cup
As celebrating, the week’s end, with some much deserved and great coffee!!!
“Just keep on watching the skies, even if you something odd spy, like blue skies!” Gun Roswell
Seasonal Skies
The low hanging clouds of the grey skies
Was the trade mark of this seasonal pie
After all, it was, once again, the time of fall
Even if somehow, the summer, was skipped with five
Or more days, despite the occasional mild
Some might call warm or hot weather on the side
Of May, June, July and perhaps even August went wild
For half a day or so, but I digress, because this
Was supposed to be about skies
Which do not really care that much about the season
Because given even a smallest of reason
The blue skies, will try to push through all
The dark cloud coverage, because they are simply that bold
And even if the clouds hanging low and grey
Will put up, quite the menacing albeit picturesque display
The bluest of blues, are my kind of hues
Snapping, snapping, snapping my clicker away
Wishing, that maybe, this time, they will longer stay
“Life, can be a dance, under the rainbow, provided, you’ll be able to find the end” Gun Roswell
Under, the Rainbow
The darkening of the evening, had in mind, a big surprise
As I was driving down the slow road, my small eyes spied
Looking up, towards the turning of the skies
Delivered, for only little old me, myself and I
Was the most gorgeous display, on this land side
Rainbow, flashing in so many wonderful colours
I swear, those colours, had clearly detectable odours
Glaring, staring, there, behind the wheel, in total awe
I quickly had the epiphany, i.e a somewhat good thought
Maybe trying to capture the end of the thing on a photograph
Alas, real life is usually much better in realtime vision
And picking up that camera, and driving, was most likely not the best decision
So, pulling aside, at the first option, when it finally arrived
Getting out and up along the curve of the street in five
Then snapping, snapping, snapping away like a child
Well, I did not really find the exact end of the rainbow
Not a pot of gold nor some life lessons for me where told
Alas, the memory of the pretty thing up there in the skies
That will last, for a very, very long and memorable time
And should I forget, well, I have a few blurry snaps to reminisce
“The tiny little car, which cannot go so fast or too far, well, we still love you“ Gun Roswell
The Love Bug, in a shopping mall
The tiniest, of clown type cars
From our very past, however, none to far
The true celebrity, of a several memorable films
Its light of being, never dimmed
As it is clearly still, a true fan favourite
When suddenly, at a shopping mall, spotted it
It was equipped and ready, for all kind of action
This, so totally tiny vehicle of a contraption
A child’s toy, or even, many of any an adults joy
It really does not matter so much
As this, the loveliest of the archaic bugs
Has totally captured, the hearts of so many of us
And it will never really be, fading into the background
As long as any kind of reminder of it somewhere out there
Can be found
“There is nothing to it, just sit, and then, try to relax in the calming breeze, of the eternal trees“ Gun Roswell
Under the palm tree, at the pond, resting
A busy day, week or even a year, behind
The brain, trying something for you, to remind
Maybe, taking a break, would be, totally fine
As the going on beside the hard grind
Has caused never to rest and relax time to find
I know it is totally strange and unusual
To shut down that busy brain, going on as usual
But if you try, really, really hard the eternal perusal
And listen to the nothingness of sounds to lull
Into a deep state of emptiness, even a tad dull
Never mind, if the drool and the snoring
Come first when the deep rest into the boring
Finally hits and then after the night in the morning
You can start yourself utterly enjoying
This, perfect place of completely nothing
After all, even the brightest and finest minds
Needs to sometimes, take the time to rewind
Otherwise some overflow and boiling points
Will enter the normally perfect vision and joints
And then what follows is not a pretty picture at all
So, take this time off, without a single scoff
Tell yourself, you have deserved this space off
From everyone and everything knocking the doors
Then shut your eyes, and try to simple adore
The pretty views, under the palm trees by the pond
“A respite, on a sunny Sunday day, cannot lead anyone, astray” Gun Roswell
Seats for Sundays
Under a decorated window, a fire engine red coloured setup lies
Completely surrounded by flower pots, with various sorts, all of them bright
The comfortable and all so cozy extension of the house painted all white
Inviting all, friend, neighbour and even stranger, to sit, just, for a bit
As on this sunny day of a Sunday, after walking, you really needed, a respite
Two soft looking seats, awaited, in the bar, so modern and totally sleek
It did not take too long, for us tired and thirsty tourists, to sink into them deep
Not wanting to move a muscle, only trying to avoid all that hustle and bustle
Even a wave of the hand seemed a chore, but not wanting to be a total bore
A whistle to the server and soon enough, to sets of drinks were brought to this respite
So totally cool and calm, but mostly, for us, the perfect and best fit
The beckoning, of the bluest of the Mediterranean seas, on this sunny day
Lead the weary tourist, now looking for that perfect respite towards the bay
Where the perfectly made table and two chairs awaited to be seated on
The odours, the smells, of lunch time menus, so inviting and totally strong
It would have been utterly disrespectful and yes, completely wrong
To steer somewhere else and not to take advantage of this risen opportunity
Where taking a load off your feet, combined, with something great, to eat
“Celebrating, once again, this fine day, of a, Caturday” Gun Roswell
Fluffy black cat, like in a painting, sat
The perfect day, into the great outdoors, to sway
The darkness receding, while light, it once again defeating
And the bluest of seemingly summer’s skies, are once again
So, now, there is no more time, to pretend
That this day is a loss, but rather quickly your teeth floss
And make your way, outside, into the so called wild
Well, as wild as it gets, in the suburbs at this time of year
Where the snowy storms are a the only real and utter fear
But, simply dare to venture, out there, where even the cats, do leer
Because once you have gotten put, to the yard
A totally scary looking black cat is out there, on his daily spar
He looks at you like you just entered his special domain
Glaring at your existence as you, were not quite sane
But after a moment, he quickly lets you off the hook
Sniffing the air and then, trotting towards you, landing near
Both of you curious of the other, even if neither, is a hugger
Then slowly but surely, you get even closer and closer
And then, the scary looking black cat, turns up to be purring
It’s looks quite endearing, as the black fur is soft and woollen
Not at all scary and sullen, rather inviting and soft
And soon enough, both of you, so totally end up caught
In a friendly patting session, where two souls are meeting
With this type of common greeting, and then you are kneeling
To the black and now friendly cats level, you then softly whisper
“Could I interest you, in getting immortalised in a painting?”
As agreeing, the cat seems to be gleaming
And as soon as you get up and start towards your indoors
The black cat is right there, behind you, as it home with you, follows
Arriving inside, the cat soon takes his side, right by you
And it looks, like he is there, with you, for good
Staying there, posing, sleeping ,snoozing, dreaming
All the while you are his ver presence into so may paintings adding
“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell
Friday vibes and summer memories
Another boring working week, finally, in the box
Despite, having planned, quite a lot
But barely doing, the minimum required
Even if, I had some complements acquired
But, today, is that one day, I usually root for
Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door!
So, it is time to hang up the keyboard
And pick up a completely new chord
Because this time, is my own special time
Either spent binge watching my favourite shows
Or then, going down the memory lane flow
Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures
Of those rare and few memorable fixtures
Where time was spent in a more favourable place
Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands
Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days
Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync
Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink
Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores
Well, those days are certainly missed
Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss
On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss
But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent
On the old memories of summer days gone by
Because we all know, time flies
No matter if you are having fun or not
Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot
Enjoy the day, no matter what
Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday
Those can all be, some kind of fund days
Happy weekend y’all!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 