Shade and the Beach

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“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

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

Something about the water

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“The water so blue and alluring, is there something more there me tempting?“ Gun Roswell

Something about the water

The shimmering of the calm surface
Had me thinking of a possible prefix
The calming of the bluest of hues
Might be some kind of inviting lure

The waters so clear and alluring
I am slowly towards the edge walking
Was this a conscious choice?
Or was it, some kind of calling voice?

As soon as I reach the very end 
Of the soft and warm sand
I tip my toes into the cool woes
The promise of something so much more

A moment later, I realise
I am no longer trying to surmise
As to what made me here to come
Rather enjoying a back stroke in the pond

There is just something about the water
Even if being just a lowly human and not an otter
Dipping into the liquid state
Well, I am not really sure, why one should hesitate

Let the gentle waves lull, salve and slightly swirl
Carry the ever tired body to the end of the world 
And if you really want, stay there for ever in a lore
Or then, come back to reality and simply swim back to the shore

Two cats a fishing

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“You can mostly find them in packs, but today, they all travel in twos” Gun Roswell

Two cats a fishing

The cat with bold black and white stripes, all of her competition wipes
But the cat with simple coloured patches, usually the most fish catches
As the duo, of the two cats, out there into the harbour venture daily
Making sure the fish population gets a treatment, not always fairly

They like to sit by the seashore, watching life until they get bored
But when the hunger beckons, both of them at the same time reckon
It is time to pull out the big guns once again, before the afternoon is spent
Both glaring, intently into the seemingly calm surface staring

A splash, a meow and a few seconds later, the catch
A few more of the same, because no one them really can blame
One little fishy just ain’t enough, because you’ll never know if the going gets tough
So having a spare, is good thinking without scare

Several moments past, the two fishing cats 
Are finally happy with their hard earned catch
Hauling the loot away, to their secret hideaway
Where happy munching sounds, fills the air out loud

Entryways to many places

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“To enter any building or closed up space, you need to find the entrance to it!” Gun Roswell

Entryways to many places

The blank wall, does make you stall
But look around, even on the ground
The entryway, surely, can be found
At least, that is the point of this quest!

When you finally discover the sought one
Just make sure, it really is, the correct one
Because all the trap doors, should be avoided
At all costs, as they are really annoying!

Never mind, the “do not enter” sign
It was only put there, for a good scare
So, please, do dare, inside to venture
Who knows, you might be up for an adventure!

Cloudy, with a chance of Sunshine?

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“Almost every Monday I wake up with a dread of a new week, but then, I look up, at the skies, and I feel, just fine” Gun Roswell

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Cloudy, with a chance of Sunshine?

Clouds across the sky, caused me to drop my smile
Only seen now, are shades of grey, to my total dismay
But, then a bright white vision in there, like a spot of joy emerged
Sunshine? Could it be? Yes, pretty in that white blur I must say!
I am singing now, getting rid of that frown, as I am on the cloud
Number nine, me thinks they say, and hey;
For me, nothing but blue skies do I see, from now on, at least!

Sugar rush!

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“Sweet spice of sugar, how I love the taste on my buds, such sweet nectar!” Gun Roswell

Sugar rush!

Oh, so pleasantly colourful
Exceptionally made to be completely alluring
Never mind, that it’s all totally and highly addictive
All that sweet, sweet sugar, poured all over and everywhere
Cannot help, but stop and stare!

What to do, what to do?
Should I someone possibly sue?
Absolutely not!
Because these things are so totally hot
Ready to be consumed by the lot!

I am so utterly confused, but maybe in a good way…
Oh hell, can anyone tell
If I try just one, a tiny little sample?
Why oh why is this all happening to me?
Is there any place I can this beautiful sight to flee?

Oh come on!
Just go ahead and eat it all up, honey!

Riverside living with a smile

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“Living, by a river, is so totally cool. Well, it can be during winter time!” Gun Roswell

Riverside living with a smile

When a house was built
Near the water’s edge filled 
With nautical stuff up to the hilt
I really could not resist 

So I reserved a spot 
Right there on the dot
Of getting a tour of the house
Hoping I wasn’t too much of a louse

Because I was only curious 
Not really that frivolous 
To have my home there 
Where the cool waters fare

But little did I know
That I would fall in love 
With the tiny house by the river
And now, I am a home owner 
By that same river 😉

A Whole Lotta Going On for a Monday

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“Mondays are the busiest days of the week, or at least, that’s how they seem to be” Gun Roswell

A Whole Lotta Going On for a Monday

There are reflections, in the background mirror
But, as the picture is getting somewhat clearer
Still, nothing too defined, is really popping up
But, as I squint my eyes, trying so hard to figure this out
I think I see, some balloons in the air free, a bbq maybe, is it a party of sorts?
Or then maybe, it’s just the liquor consumed for lunch, I snort
As the image is still, somewhat of a distort
The lunch and the (one) drink, sure did kick a punch, not as I had originally thought to be fair
And now, it’s making me see things, which really are not there
A party in progress! Yeah right! If so, maybe I can crash?
And make this mundane of a Monday, a tad more of a dash?
But what ever it is, that over there exist
For this Monday, that was supposed to be the usual boring prick
There’s surely a whole lotta going on
(Even think I head some kind of a bang of a gong)

Sunday Blues in blue

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“Sunday is always spent in the mood of blue, whether it be the colour of the clothing, the colour of the ocean or the colour of the sea, it’s all so clear, you see?“ Gun Roswell

Sunday Blues in blue

The Sunday noon sun shine, hit high in the above blue skies
Almost as high as did the cool blue waves of the otherwise calm ocean fly
But for the one, now dressed up in all blue, just for the sake of pun
The blue was more than just a dress code, or the blue bird over flown

Sunday was always the day of feeling bringing on the one specific colour
It even had that special and all so familiar odour
The one with hint of sadness, maybe even a touch of madness
But mostly, it was a reminder of an ending, even, whilst leisurely time spending

Despite all the moods, hitting mostly, towards the blues
Sunday was and always will be, the time of reflection of all the dues
And maybe, even some of the don’ts, but mostly hopes
That the new week will bring forth, something much more worth
Than a simple afternoon spent wallowing, in the total blues