Blues for the blue

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“The eternal struggle to keep the blues away, why I ask you, why can’t it simply stay?” Gun Roswell 

Blues for the blue

The feeling, oh so very sad
You feel, like you are just through and through bad
But, there is really no getting mad
As there is no quick or final cure for that

Singing the blues as some poets call it
But does not mean one piece of shit
To those, deeply in the churning throes 
Of that ever and eternally enclosing ditch

But since, the all consuming feeling cannot be ignored
To the point of singing and writing poetry of bored
When all them around you, tone down and start to snore
The best bet is to embrace the blues

And when someone asks or protest of them hues
Just grab a pair and make them walking in your shoes!

Village by the seashore

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“Settled into a small seaside village, for the weekend at least, what could be more fun than that Gun Roswell 

Village by the seashore

The quite tiny, yet very lively village 
By the calm blues and sandy seashore exists
The every day life to some might seem dull
But the dwellers there, would that argument null
Because the life even without luxury, is very full

The fishing, the shopkeeping and even just being
Is the way or them, and starts early every single morning 
Always a happy smile and a quick hello 
To their neighbours but also complete strangers 
Get the same treatment, without a seconded thought

And, when an errand tourist there might venture 
On a weekend getaway from the daily grind, they might find
That no connection there exists of the internet kind 
And soon enough, even after first huff, that will be really fine 
Because visiting this settlement, turns out to quite the adventure 

Turquoise and the poolside

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“The Sunday afternoon is the time for some rest and relaxation for us weary every day people” Gun Roswell 

Turquoise and the poolside

The sun, up high, in the cool blue skies 
Beckoned towards, the turquoise poolside
The calming yet warm breeze 
Of the afternoon, made a tickle of a tease
But at least, the skin, certainly would not freeze
When finally daring to venture outside 
For the first time, in what seemed, a longest while
It had been that kind of year
Where nothing but daily news of fear 
Kept the humble folks behind closed windows and doors
The time where a simplest of activities became a chore
But, now, without sounding like a total bore 
Soon enough this will be all behind and just a lore
To tell those coming behind us the world to explore 
But today, it is time for a life once again claim 
Because nothing ever remains the same 
Except maybe, the calming of the poolside 
On a sunny day, oh so divine 

Stacked, piled, on top of each other

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“They really are all on top of each other! How can they get into their houses then?“ Gun Roswell

Stacked, piled, on top of each other

The dwellings of the local villagers 
Upon a steep hillside subside
The colourful small decorated houses
Are the homes of people and their, well mouses
(yes i know the plural is mice, but could not make it rhyme ;P)

Built on top of each other
Maybe, as some kind of cover?
To be on the safe side of the divided
The construction workers decided
There is security in numbers some put
And they all knew then what they do should
And then, they put each of the homes
On top of the other in a shape of a dome
So now, the happy inhabitants
Live together, but still separate
Happy, with their daily lives
And also, naturally, do the mice!

Shade and the Beach

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“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell

Shade and the Beach

On a lazy day in the middle of the hazy season
I cannot find any one simple and totally good reason
For staying away from the tempting summer’s beach
Even if, someone, just might call me, a royal leach

As I am headed towards that sandy haven
I listen to the other people and their constant craving
Of taking some desperately needed and deserved, time off
But I filter it all out, because I’ve decided, to differ from the lot

Reaching the designated place, with my trusted parasol I stay
Under it because the sunlight might be burning fate
Seated comfortably with enough food and drinks
And some good reading my teeth into I can sink

I am finally out and totally day off kind of proud
To be resting on the soft sandy beach without noises loud
My mobile phone turned off and I am officially out of reach
Because today is that kind of a day at the beach

Under the shade, of course
The shade on this great beach

Chocolate is The Answer, so who the hell cares what the Question was!

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“There are four basic food groups to choose from your daily dose of sustenance: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles, so what are you hesitating? Just eat up!” Gun Roswell

Chocolate is The Answer, so who the hell cares what the Question was!

You may be, totally iconic
But also, so, so diabolic
It is just, quite so symbolic
To call little ol’ moi, a ‘holic
But still, I tend to frolic
When, I get really glycogenic

Pining, I am, for your sensational taste
Of the full flavour, you are with laced
With a few of them truffles
And my poor mouth, is muffled
When, I get to eat
My favourite, yummy, treat

My life, so completely, in dire straits
Would then be
Without, those luscious tasty traits
You can only, offer me
Oh, my sweetest of Chocolate
That, you will always be

The Black Hole returns–Disney reaches back to deliver the sci-fi film’s robots as new action figures — From the Borg blog

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Forty years ago a research vessel found a missing spaceship commanded by a mysterious scientist on the edge of a black hole. Unfortunately it all happened two years after Star Wars. Unlike Disney’s 1982 hit Tron, which would gain a large fan following, Disney’s winter 1979 science fiction film The Black Hole got left […]

via The Black Hole returns–Disney reaches back to deliver the sci-fi film’s robots as new action figures — borg

The world in a cup of coffee

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“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell

The world in a cup of coffee

The day, started, just like, any other day
With a steaming cup, of the hottest and darkest liquid, to save
This, tiny soul and eventually, the world

Staring, into the still silence of the whirlwind 
Also, still knowing, that something, would soon begin
And, that it, would most likely, change the world

Smelling, inhaling, sipping, enjoying, the total bliss
No matter how much or how often, cannot believe this exists
The total euphoria, I would like to share with the world

But, before all that was going to happen
I am, into this, elixir of life, with full force, tapping
So, for now, the world, will just have to wait 
Until the coffee filled blissful state to be hurled

Do we really get wiser the older we get?

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From the Hummingbird’s Journal

Stressed About Making Time for Writing? Try Timed Writing Sessions | The Blank Page – from Novelty Revisions

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Instead of focusing on a certain number of words or chapters or pages, setting a timer might change your whole experience. Here’s why.

Stressed About Making Time for Writing? Try Timed Writing Sessions | The Blank Page