“No, this cannot be happening! We, are out of, coffee!!! Gun Roswell
Monday’s with(out) Coffee?
What is a Monday
But a slow day of Sunday
Without coffee
It’s just a faded copy
It’s just what you seek
So, don’t hesitate
Go ahead, start the week
With a fresh, clean slate
Make your way
To the coffee maker
For a while stay
After all,
You deserved a break
It’s just Monday after all
“Never leave the house, without, a) having a cup of coffee before or at least, b) a to go cup of coffee with you” Gun Roswell
Not, without my Coffee!
The morning usually starting, with at least, one cup of steaming, dark, hot, tongue popping delicious sustenance. But, if for some reason, and this could easily be called treason, there would be no coffee left in the house, because that louse of a memory, simply forgot, to restock the cupboards, with the one must item, you cannot without survive, then life, really is nothing, but a strife, spiralling quickly, down the nearest storm drain as after this experience, nothing would ever remain quite the same.
Alas a light at the end of the tunnel, as some sort of a food truck, just outside the housing complex had parked and the sweet, sweet smell of the wonderful drink, wafted to my nostrils just as I was on a brink, of total despair, seemingly, the situation unable to repair. But, with this turn of events, the total shock and horror could easily prevent, the fowl mood usually following a day’s start without coffee. So today, besides the most great tasting cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised by humankind, I also got myself a new best friend, a coffee vendor, from the Heavens sent. So, now sipping my coffee, quite happily, as that is the way any morning should be spent.
“There is always room, for one more cup, of coffee, no matter how full the tummy or what the hour of the day. Coffee.” Gun Roswell
Another cup of coffee, please
In the early morning hours, even before, the scheduled shover
Coffee, needed, in a large cup at that on the dot, and steaming hot
At lunch time, when feeling tired after a meal large, and not doing too fine
Coffee, please, double at that, only black, because I need to stay, alert stat
The afternoon, when the so called real coffee break is set, so fine
Alas, do not that let, to be a distraction of getting Coffee, any time
Pr-evning, the time between noon and evening, hauling my tired ass home
Ain’t nothin else, getting me off of this mess of a state, than, Coffee, a noun
Past dinner time, the relaxed set up, with family and friends to spend
A heavy duty plate of a meal consumed, and on the brew, you guessed it: Coffee!
Later, getting closer to night time, the tv babbling in corner, I am napping
But still, I would like to stay awake, for that movies sake, what else, but Coffee helps
Come night, and I should be sleeping relaxed and sound, getting unwound
Alas, I am wide awake, alert, nothing fake, and one thing comes to mind: Coffee
Yes, she’s got me hooked good, and hey, I know I really shouldn’t, but one cup won’t hurt?
So, one more cup of, Coffee!
“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!!!
“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!
“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!
“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!
“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
“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
“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.
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