The cat with the blues

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“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell 

The cat with the blues

The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.

So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.

And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.

Window view – the imaginary scenery

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“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell

Window view – the imaginary scenery

The many lands, the foreign vistas, the great unknown and all the open possibilities
For the exploration, to what ever lies outside, these empty and dull suburban streets
Behind the frames of this view, ever changing, but still, mostly, the same remaining
Window with the most perfect view, at least in my mind, leaving me feeling, never, ever blue
As I sit at the sidelines, in my usual comfortable seat and think of the open wide
World, just at reach, at least, in my mind, out there, outside, I cannot help but smile
As I gently lull myself into a dream state lazy, and then travelling to all the places
Wherever my own imagination dares me to carry, smoothly, never in any kind of hurry
Having always the perfect amount of time, to explore, to see, to feel, to live in it all
Even if it is never, well really, quite real, it is still, a trip or sorts, out there
Never leaving the comfort of these walls of my sombre home, still, never really alone
Not at least, when visiting these, far away lands in my mind, for the perfect scenery to find

Throw some shade this way!

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“The shade of it all, no matter where you stroll, there is always someone throwing it upon, some of us anyway, giving it freely away, just for the heck of it, even if you did not ask for it” Gun Roswell

Throw some shade this way!

The ever constant thing, even under the scorching sun is this; there will always be a place to find, where throwing some shade will be fine, and that is not just the simple and comforting cover from the burning rays of the daylight we all so like to embrace, not the safety under the parasol kind of a space, but rather, the those ones who will want to harm, anyone really without the charm, with words too harsh to even comprehend, the why’s behind them, unknown will remain

Under the sun, under the parasol 

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“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

A game of… poker???

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“When a small table, with two chairs, are positioned opposite of each other, well, guess it is a sign, to start a game, of sorts, right?“ Gun Roswell

A game of… poker???

The chairs and the table is now set up

For the time of some non-harmful bluff

The cards and chips are there, awaiting

Now, if only someone would start playing

“Any takers? Ma’am? Sir?

No?

Anyone?

Poker?  Chess? Anything else?

What’s the matter with you people, huh?

No one interested in any kind of fun?

Just going about like this is, some sad pun?

No, just ignoring me, away trying to run?”

Alas, the chairs, remain unseated

As nobody, seems to be, even remotely interested

In any kind of games or some time for fun

Just going about their day, until it’s done

Maybe next time, there will be better luck

For the game keeper, who set up the clock

The time for some leisurely fun may be completely over 

For now at least, until someone finds that four leaved clover


“Feeling lucky now?

Well, then, try at least to by a cow

Then the milk will be free

And maybe, the money spent on a game will be seen?”

A Lada Car for me?

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“What does it matter if it’s an older model, it still works does it not? “ Gun Roswell

A Lada Car for me?

When the need for any type of vessel

To transport you anywhere (well somewhere at least) across town

It does not matter whether it has the latest gadgets

Or even runs with gasoline, methane or beer (going green is always good)

But once you fall in love with a tiny blue thing (yes, thing is the best description for it)

It will certainly make your heart to sing (and make your wallet cry)

A blast from the very, very past

Some might say, and then gasp (they do that a lot don’t they)

But no matter what the others might think

Just let yourself into the comfy seat sink

Then push the petal (not entirely to the metal as it may break)

And glide down the road (or jump depending on how reliable your driving abilities are)

Now riding in a car built by an already forgotten super power

Does not make to feel like you have such great power

But this is a leisure drive after all (yeah, you really need it today)

So, just enjoy the time and make it a ball

Ride the blue painted bucked of metal to the sunset (well maybe to the beach within the hour)

And return the ride before you have to pay extra for the fun set

A funky day kind of hanging seat

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“Sunny days can be a lot of fun, if you are in that relaxed hazy kind of mood, but if not, well, then there might just be, trouble!” Gun Roswell

A funky day kind of hanging seat

The weather fine, check.
The sun was shining, check.
All the task done, check.
Car packed and ready, check.
And then it was just to punch in the heading.
Towards the sunny beach side of thing.
And I, I was so totally happy I could sing.

Riding in the car, not to slow or too fast, but wanting to get there as soon as possible was the general idea, as today, was the only day, of total leisure without even an iota of work to do in sight And this fact alone, should have brought out the wide smiles. And so they did and they were, plastered on all the members taking part in this impromptu kind of an outing. Steering to the sunny side of the beach, and the hanging kind of a seat, near the waters edge, where most of us would easily pledge, our own souls for letting us stay near the sooting waves at least for this one special day.

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

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“There is work and then, there is life, whatever that means and then, most of all, there is coffee, a true life and work saviour“ Gun Roswell

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

There is such a thing, as taking your time which is always fine, but when at work, you have to be doing things like a jerk, one after another, after another, after another, until you are never done, as the work is never ending and well, what message is this ditty really sending?

Life, well, at least on weekends, unless you have them in a bed spend, not out of fun, but exhaustion, because you simply could not sleep enough, during the work week so rough, and isn’t that something, that we refer to the days between the weekends, as the working one? Definitely, nothing fun, unless you are of the lucky ones, whom actually get to do what they love, and get paid?

Well, whatever the case might be, there is only one thing which will you from this all save. Guessed already what it is? Really? Nothing? It’s really quite simple, as the red pimple at the top of your very nose and the answer, well, some of you were pretty close, in getting it right.

So, here is the big reveal: Coffee! The answer to all and every little thing!

Working hard? Hardly!

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“The winter season gives you extra special tasks to do, like shovelling the snow almost every single day. Fun, am I right? Not! she replied, quickly enough” Gun Roswell 

Working hard? Hardly!

The shovel at the door, simply waiting for me to finish the chore, the thing happening in winter,, the one with the snow, which after a while becomes quite the bore as it seems a never ending lore, the falling of snow flakes onto each and every surface, which seemed like a welcome change, for a day or so. But, as the same old continued all day long, all days long as it were, the beauty of it all soon faded and the eternal struggle with the snow shovel, soon turned to some kind of hatred, for the white powdery stuff, the winter seemingly too long and rough, especially with constant grinding of minus degrees of frozen solid, to rain and sleet and all that shit. So, in the end or not nearly the end of this season, it all had become enough, as the piles growing ever higher had no space to be, as you see, small yards make easy maintenance, but not during the winter’s mighty entrance, almost as an eternal pest that one is and makes one wish for a warmer climate to stay in. And so, with that in mind one snowy day, the shovel was left where it was left to lay. And the snow? Well, it would be spring time eventually, right? But hey! It’s already summer!

World Upside Down

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“No matter which way you look at it, the world is always crocked, having been turned upside down, the moment it was found, by someone, sailing the seven seas, well, something like that“ Gun Roswell

World Upside Down

The world can easily be on the level or then, simply upside down,

It all depends whether you are looking at it, with a smile or a frown,

There is nothing level about it, even the horizon, a squiggly line,

But hey, if you can keep your feet on the ground, it’s all simply fine,

Because it does not matter whether all of it is up or down or other way around,

As long as you can live with it, on it, around it, then hey, that is the best state found,

So, no matter what others say out loud, you should always hold your own ground,

A totally level and a straight line, does not exist, it’s all a myth and they all know it too,

And from now on even if hanging upside down, in a world the other way around,

Well, it’s all crocked anyway, and so, just hang in there and gently sway!