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“A couple of years ago, I was asked, ‘How would you like to be remembered?’ And my answer was ‘That I was very funny.’” Sir Patrick Stewart
Happy 80th Birthday Sir Patrick Stewart!
Totally, a fellow charming
Maybe even somehow warming
When you make us unintentionally laugh
And sometimes, even cry
But, with a voice like that
Sir Pat, in that funky hat!
Maybe a tad, canny as a cat
Who could ever resist
Of being rewarded with a kiss
By a great as fellow
You’re such a helluva
An actor, a Captain and yes, a King
And totally able to sing!
Wishing you a merry, happy and totally great Birthday
And as the cliche goes, if I may
Live Long And Prosper
Oh, Captain of Captains!
“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!
“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
“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
“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!
“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
“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
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 […]
“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
