Homage
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
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?
“The cats like to pack up, when going to sleep, for warmth and all that, I guess, or then, it’s something else completely” Gun Roswell
Three cats sleeping tightly
When cats, take a nap, they bundle up, snuggly with as many of them in there, tightly
This might just be, for the companionship, or for the warmth, or perhaps, because they can
Curling up, their flexible bodies in balls, as only the cats can, but also across the surface span
Widely and tall, even if they seem quite small, still, giving your very own bed, just to let
Those furry felines to have a rest, well, that is the way of the keepers of them cats
Letting them rest up, when even they must, and if you are lucky to have more than a few
Then maybe you can catch them all in a bunch of perhaps, they decided to make a row
Soon enough sleeping tightly, and leaving the keeper of them smiling as cats are cats
Be that a Caturday on a Saturday, or any other day of the week, they really do like to sleep
And sleep you must let them do, and soon enough follow maybe to a sleep you will them too
“Coffee, by any other name” Gun Roswell
The smell of sweet Coffee
That, sweetest of smells
Myself, totally sells
Oh, let’s no longer dwell
Or at each other hatefully yell
But go get, what’s at the end of, that rainbow, which looks and smells, so adorable
Because, all I know for sure
Is that, the world go for a hurl
My hair would wind into curls
If I don’t get my cup of pure
Gold, dark, sustenance
Made of the finest materials
The smell so sweet and extravagant
It gives me the soul reason for existence
Coffee, by any other name, would smell as sweet
“There is no substitute for coffee in the whole wide world, it is the most refreshing and nourishing sustenance ever devised and nothing and no one, comes even close to it” Gun Roswell
Without coffee….
I am not a very nice person, especially in the early morning hours, even after the showers
But, pour me a cup of coffee, a large one a that, it can be plain and black, preferred that way anyway, then pour me another one, and perhaps one more for good luck…
Then watch me turn from the evil horned devilish being I’ve just been before all that caffeine, and turning into a… well, perhaps not as totally changed and all around nice person…
But, a tolerable one, who can accomplish any task you might just be sending my way and do say this with utter and complete conviction…
As coffee is, the most, the best, the only thing I really do need, just to survive a day until the end and if a need would arise, beyond and way into the night…
As with coffee, I can slay, I can fight, I can try to reach the very top of the world, well, at least, on some heap where I am hurled into…
As long as the darling coffee, never desist to exist, my life, well, it will be pretty fine, unless, you take, my precious and only coffee, away!
“Live long and prosper” – Spock AKA Leonard Nimoy
Homage to Spock AKA Leonard Nimoy
“It’s only a television show”
– Maybe so, but it got me through the best of times and surely through the worst of times
“Vulcan honours us with your presence. We come to serve”
– Mr Spock had me at hello
“Never meet your heroes”
– Maybe true, but this particular hero I will regret not meeting for the rest of my life
“These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise, Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.”
– And I will keep watching until such time they put me out to pasture.
“To all mothers in the world, a rose” Gun Roswell
A Mother’s Day Rose
A day of celebration for most
That is why I have made this post
To convey all the wishes of best
To the mothers where ever they may nest
Life can be a bit of a bitch
But today, I hope you will pretty sit
Showered with love and devotion
At least sent a message with a notion:
Of caring so much
They wanted to be in touch
At least on this special day
But then again, it should be that everyday!
So here is my message for you all:
Love your mother, mom, mum, what ever you may her call
She won’t be around forever
So try to make this day for her that much better!
I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realized that if I want to really learn it, I just need to figure out the swear words first, because those, are totally effective” Gun Roswell
Our Land (national anthem)
Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
“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
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