It’s Coffee time again

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“The coffee time? Well, it’s always time for coffee so I guess, time is coffee and coffee is time” Gun Roswell

The time for coffee, is always there
Whether you are are perky or in despair
It does not matter if you are at home or working
There is always a cup of coffee there on the lurking
The time is now and now is the time for coffee
Whether someone else in frustration is huffing
A true coffee lover does not really care
If others in stop and totally do stare
Just because you are the one with the cup
It does not mean, that you should stop
Drinking that one fine substance in the universe
The tastes, even the odour is simply diverse
So, never put your gears to reverse
Just because someone said, coffee does not rule
And for that, you can say, they are a total fool
Because coffee does rule, your world, all the world
And should you to some other universe to be hurled
Remember to take plenty of coffee with you
And introduce it to the local dwellers, for sure
So, is there time for a cup of some coffee?
Indeed, there always is, time for another cup of coffee

Coffee made me do it!

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“Dark as night, sweet as sin? What is that I hear calling me? Coffee!” Gun Roswell

Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!

The World exists only in a Cup of Coffee

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

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

I, really am, Coffee!?!

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“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell


It has become to that point in my life, when I have started chaining. It’s not about the puberty or menopause or me turning into a dog or cat. Rather after all the amounts caffeine been consumed over the so, so many years past in my life time, I realise at last, what and whom I finally so totally am.

Coffee.

I have become the one thing, I could have never imagined in my whole lived life. But now, that I am slowly changing into a dark and sometimes a candy sugary coating wearing tall order of a glass, mostly cold but sometimes warm, lukewarm mostly kind of a thing. It’s the interior really a dead give away in my case.

Coffee.

But I am not for everyone’s taste, not by far. Mostly, nobody likes me, with or without the sugar coating. But it does not really matter, because I myself, I love coffee, and being one with the one sure thing which has never ever let me down in all the years lived and consumed. Well, I could not have chosen any better, when becoming one with the one thing.

Coffee.

Rain, without shine

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“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell

Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly

I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight

I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide

Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth

Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned

When it Rains it totally so pours!

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“There is rain, and then, there is a downpour, and this, is certainly the latter!” Gun Roswell


The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours

Raindrops all across and beyond

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“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah, loving it!” Gun Roswell 

The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like  it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!

Puddle Jumping across the Season

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“Sometimes, even this old child, needs to have some fun, so, puddle jumping???!!!” Gun Roswell

Overflowing? And with water?
Definitely!
They’re puddles after the rain
Leaving many and big a stain
Where ever the water for a while remains

Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy
Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!”
Splashing water all around
Everywhere , all over the ground

September may be a month of rain
Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain
But, luckily, the season of sun will come again
So keeping on puddle jumping until then 😉

Ripples of Autumn

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“The runny nose, the coughs and shivers, yes indeed, it is the beginning of… winter?” Gun Roswell

Soon arriving will be the September sniffles
Thought of that gives me wrinkles
Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples
As it smiles with all its dimples
Life in August, was certainly smooth and simple
And today, is a week day, so just whistle

Autumn’s Lanes

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“Forget the Yellow Brick Road, no this is much better, the path of the Fall, Autumn if you will, just follow them bricks and mind your step!” Gun Roswell

The view from my window
Almost like a suburban meadow
Nature growing wild and free
Only a glimpse of the road I see
The pathway to our house
Narrow and more fitting for a mouse
Black asphalt with a touch of green
Surrounded by colours more gorgeous
Than I ever seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Which of the seasons
Is the prettiest of them all
Why Autumn of course
Such a nature’s force