Friday, and the Coffee Break

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“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!!!

Surviving Monday

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“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell

Surviving Monday

The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell

You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break

You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!

But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance 
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence

It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!

The Galaxy in a Coffee Cup

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“Keep the world in a jar, and the galaxy in a coffee cup” Gun Roswell

The Galaxy in a Coffee Cup

At first, there was, the darkness only
The light, a mere speck, trying to come forth boldly
The universe, just beginning to form
A calm sense all around, like before the storm

And then, without warning, all hell broke loose
Because someone, apparently, had forgotten to turn on the snooze
The coffee maker huffing and puffing, like it was snoring
And in the process, pilling the dark liquid, all over the flooring

For some, this might have been the perfect sign
That all, in the universe, was anything but fine
But for others, it merely meant, that the coffee was spilt
And there would be some effort to clean up the dirt

Alas, the old adage, keeping oneís eggs all in one basket
Might have simply gotten blown the electrical casket
And the lesson learned here might be, that keeping the galaxy
In just one single cup, might not be the best choice up

Or then, just simply, drink your coffee when it’s ready
And do not forget to switch off the machine making it!

Coffee time, once again!

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“It’s always that time, the time, for coffee, because there is never a “no time” for coffee, am I right?” Gun Roswell

Coffee time, once again!

When the clock, on the dot, beckons
It is that time, the time to reckon
That the one simple fact in life
That there really is nothing more so very fine
Than that, of the first cup of coffee, in the early morning hours
And that last cup, of then exact same stuff, in the late evening after showers
And, yes, yes, I know very well, that it is a tad too much
But if you think about any kind of such
Thing, which you had managed through to get
Without at lest one (read more than five) cups let
You guide through, then I really don’t know you
Because there really is no way
I can any of the daily tasks totally slay
Than with the aid of the finest sustenance ever created
The coffee, coffee, coffee, which was totally for me, made!

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

There is always time, for one more cup of Coffee

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“Doctor, doctor! There is way too much blood in my caffeine system!” Gun Roswell

There is always time, for one more cup of Coffee

Coffee, extra large cup, black!
That is simply, the matter of fact
Enjoy it while still hot
Right there, on the double and on, the spot
If you really need something cooling
Then with coffee, there is no fooling
Try it as you will, as a cool large frappé
Or then, even as a milk sullen latte
Coffee, truly and never, ever fails
Even when it all sometimes so badly, ails

The best things in life? Coffee?

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“Coffee, what else do you need in life?” Gun Roswell

The best things in life? Coffee?

The first thing on your mind in the early morning light
The last thought when you lay down your head at night
It can’t be totally wrong, because if feels so totally right?

Coffee.

When the gloomiest of days day is upon you
And there is no one else to guide you through
What is the one thing you can always turn to?

Coffee.

When the sun is above so warming shining
And life is so good you can only be smiling
Is it time for champagne so divining?

Coffee.

When at a cross roads you finally stand
And it is time to decide, old life or a new plan
What is the one thing that unleash those thinking grey sells can?

Coffee.

When all is well and you’re feeling swell
A soft and cold Sunday afternoon dwell
Then, go ahead, because, enjoy, you might as well:

Coffee.

Time for Coffee

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“Time for a coffee (or few)” Gun Roswell

Time for Coffee

Running around
Like a mad woman
Dashing, bouncing, skipping, hopping
Looking for something
To be found

Feeling antsy
All the way to my pantsuit
Wondering, probing
The inner me
I then, what do I see

A shop, with coffee
A coffee shop
A place where one can get coffee

I start running
It’s not even that funny
It with my arms flailing
I am the place slowly gaining
Reaching for the door

The smells so wonderful
I think I am in heaven now
As far I walk to the counter
And then place my order

Coffee, please, large

Coffee Time (national coffee day)

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“There is always time for coffee!” Gun Roswell

Coffee Time

A cup in the morning
Before you start yawning
A cup in the middle of the day
Will keep you from dismay
A cup in the evening
Well, it may let you sleep in
(The next day if you stay up all night)

Enjoy it in company
Enjoy it alone
Enjoy it with a sandwich
Enjoy it some more

A cup of coffee
Maybe with a butterscotch toffee
You can never go totally wrong
Especially, when the coffee is strong

Drink your coffee and be merry
Drink the coffee until the cup is empty
Drink when they pour another cup
Drink, yes, it’s coffee, never stop!

Well worth the wait

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“Call it what you will, I call it, a life savior” Gun Roswell

Well worth the wait

I was struggling, I was tired, I was totally beaten
As if life itself, somehow, had me completely cheated
I was anxious but confused, I was restless but still so used up I could hardly move
To be honest, I had completely and utterly lost, my groove
So, now, what to do?

Then, a sweet tempting scent
Up to my nostrils and into my brain went
I felt the lure of the smell so pure
So refined, so totally divine, it could only be something so fine
And i knew then, that without it, I would most certainly, die

Getting up, slowly, but surely walking towards the heavenly scent
Don’t care even if I need to have my last dime spent
But I know I want it, I need it, and I am determined to get it
And as I finally wrap my hands around the most precious gift
I will know, it will well be worth the wait