Purple!

“A flower a day, keeps the bad mood away, at least for a while I think” Gun Roswell

Be in purplish hue

Nature at its very best during the times of warmth when the rest of us just want to rest, lay about and do absolutely nothing. But these pretty things of colours in various purples, keep sprouting up from the ground even if there has been no rain for a while. But it doesn’t really matter how these pretty ones came to be alive as simply looking at them for a while, makes one in a better mood and giving at least, a slight smile and that in itself is simply fine.

So, let those flowers keep on popping up, wherever they want. As this time of the year might be the only one the pretty ones appear. As soon as the weather changes to something cold and unpredictable, the flowers in the fields will start to fall. For now at least, enjoy, listen and view, to the magnificence of the purples and sometimes blues as soon enough, you will wake up, to sub zero temperatures and then only in memories, or photographs if possible, those joys of the summer days of warmth, the flowers in such colourful purples.

Flora!


“Something about nature and going back to it? Pretty and all, that is true!” Gun Roswell


The last of warm days?
Before the cold rains again?
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be summer, then autumn and winter again
But the colours
Will be awesome before that will happen!

August is here!

“The nature soon going to sleep, the August ending, the Summer ending, enjoy it while it’s still alive and well!” Gun Roswell


The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome

A cold drink for hot weather

“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell

The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.

Is this, home?

Home

Home is where I am

Home when ever I can

Home is where I love to stay

Home is where I usually play

Home is my heart and joy

Home is where I shout ahoy

Home is the place

Where a big fat glee on my face

Home is the best you see

And here is where my saggy ole boobs can roam free!

It’s my home you see

Cloudy weather up there?


Living on a cloud



On my little cloud I do sit and wonder


What wonders lay down under


Nature and creatures of vary


Some of them nice some scary



On my little cloud i sit and wonder


Do they also love the sound of thunder


Do they tell stories and jokes


Run barefoot down the slopes



On my little cloud i sit and wonder


Why i m up here sitting in ponder


When i could just slide down


Stop wondering and join the fun crowd

Life is fun? Guess so?

Life is Kewl?

Life is a rollercoaster ride

Like riding on a wave during tide

In trying to survive

Push back down that vile

And plaster on that big fake smile

Lie through your teeth

Make all look better than it seems

Use that fake kind of a brighter beam

And everyone will be fooled

When retorting:

“Life is kewl!”

Planned?

Life as planned?

Planning 

is halfway done

But when you were out there 

having some fun

The life as you know it

Threw so may curve balls 

And that did hit

Hard

Harder than expected

With all those things neglected

Into the past and future reflected

Now

What remains is 

to pick up

All those broken pieces 

Are permanently stuck

And loose

The puzzle together pull

Not quit

Until the glass is full

Once again

And then 

Move ahead

With plans better made

At least

You will be

Half done

And that is

No pun!

The mirror of me?

Mirror

Looking in the mirror

For my ultimate hero

Getting kinda scared

Caused by seeing 

My nemesis instead

Dearest mirror

You got me in a pinch

Be a good dearie

And get rid of that wench

Staring, leering, always judging

Never away budging

No matter how hard i stare

The image never fades

My old adversary

Just keep staring back

Mocking, laughing, 

Calling me a hack

Will this ever stop?

Maybe I need the snakes head off chop?

With my bare hand

I crack the mirror

Cursing the blood

Has the enemy stopped?

I dare looking into the broken pieces

Which is not easy

And what do I find?

A thousand faces

Of my nemesis

Laughing, hard

Pointing a finger

At me saying

You, are not very smart

You can never get rid

Of little old me

I will always be

A earth of you

The moon!

La Luna

It really could have fooled ya

Up there in the sky so bright

It is at least shining its own light

As seen from this aeroplane in flight

Just there on the wing right

So very pretty

Makes me itching

To do

The moon dance soon

Can I?