Coffee and a side dish

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“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and a side dish

The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking

Of something else, hovering above in stacking

Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet 

Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed

As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid

Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick

Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life

The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right

Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite 

At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt

And then, if it feels totally good without a choice

Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack

Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back

Rather have a day in a week, regularly like
To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice

Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff

Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff

Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup

Of coffee, well, it might not be so much

But a bit of variety in the routine, never hurt anyone 

My dearest, darling Coffee

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“There is nothing better than a cup of coffee, well, basically, whenever you want!“ Gun Roswell

My dearest, darling Coffee

What can I tell you, that I have not already said, that you are great with everything, maybe even when I am lying in bed, even if spilling some of you all over, that I would not mind one bit. Because you are the one thing on my mind, even, when I sleep, as to when I am able to once again have that smooth and calming drink, of the most perfect substance ever created, Coffee. But as soon as I am up, the first thing I will ever do, is get that smooth taste of you, into my mouth, and then only, can the day begin. Continued only, by the support of the precious thing, which always makes my heart sing, even if I had just consumed some, I am always ready for the next one. A great cup of coffee, with or without blending, something cool like caramel or sugar or whatever concoction someone might bring in, to the coffee room. As yes, there is a dedicated space, for you my dear, and if it was up to me, I would build a full house for you! Wait a minute! There is a house built in your honour, several as a matter of fact so, there is that and I am going in there soon enough, to give my praise to you, my dearest and most darling, Coffee!

Coffee and the very close-up

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“There certainly is always time for coffee, no matter the time of day or even if you need it slay, perhaps the dragon no less, or something smaller to confess, simply because with coffee you can!“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and the very close-up

The day might be just like any other day, except when you feel you are in grave dire and lots of trouble, there is certainly time for a double, cup of coffee whether, it is espresso or with sugar and milk, whatever the choice of the silken drink, it does not matter as long as it is coffee, and only coffee, alright, a bagel is allowed, or perhaps a croissant or a biscuit if you won’t chew too loud. Just remember, that this stuff, is what life is made of, coffee, will make you stronger, faster, louder, prouder than anyone in the world. Well, except for those other ones who love the stuff as much as you do, then of course it might get a tad competitive, but surely, you can settle the fight with some more coffee, for example who can drink the most cups in one go or something similar, as long as this all revolves around the coffee, then nothing else in the world can ever go wrong!

Coffee and the close-up

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“Coffee, best of the best of the best, so need I say more? No? Then, you know the score: Hot coffee, black!“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and the close-up

The scene was set and all ready, only waiting for the star to arrive. And typically there were only minutes of five, left before the shooting would start. So, naturally, there would be a slight delay on the arrival as the diva of the show, was not about the take the bow, not easily anyway as in their mind, all others were there to service them, without a question rather when.

A few more moments passed, causing some murmurs around the crew, at least on a few as those familiar with the diva, had learned not to bother too much anymore as the reward, would stand at the end, after session had concluded and the usually successful images would mend, any foul moods the diva might have caused, as the applause of the end result, stood there without fault.

The flashing lights went on for a moment more, as the diva had finally arrived to the scene. The clicks of the cameras heard around the area, as silence other wise ensued, the session a success as per usual as the shots, particularly the close-ups, turned up all great, some might have called it fate, more than anyone could have hoped as per agreed by the whole group.

Soon enough, the moment over, photos ready and the crew relaxed, looking at their reward with closed captures, the scene in front of them enticing, making them all smiling. The diva turning into the thing, which minstrels songs of would sing, the finest organic suspension ever devised, in a cup of a large size, a delicacy to be consumed, the coffee, as presumed.

Bubbles and the coffee cup

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“The coffee in the cup is bubbly and looks like fun, so better drink it on the run“ Gun Roswell 

Bubbles and the coffee cup

No matter the time of day, no matter the state of mind, even if in disarray, there is one constant in the universe which will be the perfect choice, as a calming effect, a snack and even a beverage for the thirsty soul. So, listen carefully to the beckoning call, of that bubbling pot, making the lot of coffee for everyone to consume, and all this before the time is noon.

The key is in the bubbles. Look carefully at them, floating across the surface of the drink, and they will not sink, even if you will blow at them or mix the liquid with a spoon, because as soon as you stop stirring, the bubbles will be re-emerging. Persistent are they by nature, but the are the very nature, of the tall order in the cup, so do not huff, rather gently blow at them, and then take taste. The tickles in your mouth, will make you giggle out loud, meaning only one thing. You are enjoying the best cup of the stuff and isn’t that simply grand.

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

Coffee time again

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 so do it!

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

Coffee made me so do it!

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 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

I am, Coffee

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

I am, Coffee

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.

Fences won’t keep me from coffee!

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“There is nothing wrong with loving coffee, too much, that is!” Gun Roswell

Fences won’t keep me from coffee!

They built the tall fences, to keep me away from my precious
They tried hard to surround me, with something else to see
They underestimated me though, as I will surely them all show
They cannot keep me apart, from the one which holds my heart

But, no amount of impenetrable barriers so bold, will be able to let me grab a hold
Of the only special and soothing one, whom knows what I am and what I have done
The only thing in this whole wide world, with which without into turmoil I would be hurled
And being the one, keeping me sane, through all the daily hassle and underlying pain

So, I will do my best and damndest, to push though and do not care less
If cuts and bruises I will retain, all along the way, until I am finally through
And then, you my dear and sweet thing, I will finally be able to cradle
On the palms of my hands, as even if bruised they will soon be on the mend

After I have had, my first cup of coffee before the looming of the day