The World exists only in a Cup of Coffee

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“There is a time for coffee and that time is anytime possible” Gun Roswell

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

I, really am, Coffee!?!

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“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell


It has become to that point in my life, when I have started chaining. It’s not about the puberty or menopause or me turning into a dog or cat. Rather after all the amounts caffeine been consumed over the so, so many years past in my life time, I realise at last, what and whom I finally so totally am.

Coffee.

I have become the one thing, I could have never imagined in my whole lived life. But now, that I am slowly changing into a dark and sometimes a candy sugary coating wearing tall order of a glass, mostly cold but sometimes warm, lukewarm mostly kind of a thing. It’s the interior really a dead give away in my case.

Coffee.

But I am not for everyone’s taste, not by far. Mostly, nobody likes me, with or without the sugar coating. But it does not really matter, because I myself, I love coffee, and being one with the one sure thing which has never ever let me down in all the years lived and consumed. Well, I could not have chosen any better, when becoming one with the one thing.

Coffee.

Puddle Jumping across the Season

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“Sometimes, even this old child, needs to have some fun, so, puddle jumping???!!!” Gun Roswell

Overflowing? And with water?
Definitely!
They’re puddles after the rain
Leaving many and big a stain
Where ever the water for a while remains

Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy
Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!”
Splashing water all around
Everywhere , all over the ground

September may be a month of rain
Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain
But, luckily, the season of sun will come again
So keeping on puddle jumping until then 😉

Looking for some Coffee!

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“Not a coffee shop in sight! Oh the plight! No morning nor noon caffein so how am I supposed to keep on living?” Gun Roswell

Heading into the streets
Stumbling on my wobbly feet
But not to worry
I was in no hurry?
Luckily someone
Had left the seat out
And yes, it is that of a coffee shop!

Friday, the 13th? Can’t be!

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“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan texted me saying to watch my back… with a winky face. Should I be worried perhaps?” Gun Roswell


The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?

That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!

As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.

No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?

Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.

After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.

Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem

I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!

But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go

Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
.
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…

Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream

After all
It was Friday the 13th!

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer!!!

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“At least there is no snow on the ground, yet!” Gun Roswell


Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

juhannus-truth

A day in May in Suburbia

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“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell

Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass
Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag
The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition

Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion
With all them chores the spring brings with it 
To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit
Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface

Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both
The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds
Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer
But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours
So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass
At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!

And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden
The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving
All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing?
Well, do it once and then it’s all done right?
Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!

So do be, forewarned! 
It’s a trap, a total scam!
For all those would be gardeners: 
Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and some more Coffee… yes please!

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“Waddaya mean I had too much coffee today? (Trips, stumbles, does not fall, while reaching for the next cup)” Gun Roswell


Since the dawn of time when humans first dropped down from the trees and started walking, their first trip must have been to the closest Starbucks for some coffee.

Remember the classic film “2001: A Space Odyssey” and first scene where the prehistoric man is bewildered when a big black block lands before him? What if instead of the monolith a giant cup of coffee would have landed? I think we would have evolved much faster and would be more advanced today if that would have been the case 😉

But let’s move forward in time and to present day.

I have dropped in a quite a few suggestions (read request) in our office “suggestion box“: Add to the list of necessary office supplies an IV drop filled with coffee. Each worker would then be hooked into the IV every morning and during the day; a dedicated person would circulate around the office and re-fill the empty ones.

But seriously, coffee is the one good drug that keeps this world up and running. Here is an example of an ordinary working day:

1st cup: 06.00 AM: Eyes barely open reaching for my glasses on the night stand sniffing for that precious aroma. Nothing yet! Half running downstairs praying the automated coffee maker has not suffered from any kind of electrical stroke during the night and my coffee would be there waiting for me.

It is! Hallelujah let the day begin!

2nd cup: 06.20 AM: Morning ablutions behind me, standing fully clothed ready to take off to work, gulping the second cup of coffee while reaching for the door.

3rd cup: 07.00 AM: In the office, turning on the coffee machine before even reaching for the lights in the darkened office. Impatiently waiting while the machine is making its morning sounds before I can insert my coffee capsule into the damned thing and get my coffee (Note: It’s a double shot just to make sure I don’t run out before I can tackle today’s pile of work).

4th to 6th cup: 08.00 to 11.00 AM: A steady flow of “double shots” for each cup to keep up the pace of the day and a smile on my face.

7th cup: 11.30 AM: A cup of coffee to complement a tasty lunch, of course 😉

8th to 9th cup: 12.00 PM to 02.00 PM: One for each scheduled meeting for the afternoon.

10th (to 11th) cup: 02.15 PM: It is finally time for the afternoon coffee break! (In reality this is a very large cup so guess it counts for two or more…).

12th cup: 03.00 PM: Last squeeze (and cup of coffee) before the day’s work is done!

13th cup: 04.00 PM: Time to leave for home, one more for the road…

14th to Umpteenth cup: 05.00 PM to Midnight: After a full day of work, I managed a full hour of exercise, went grocery shopping and vacuumed the whole house. Albeit I was so perked up from all the coffee I managed to get to bed early (around 2 AM) after cleaning a few closets and taking the dog out three times during the evening for a brisk walk and of course, having a cup of coffee here and there; P

The lesson learned: There is no such thing as too much coffee!

By the way, last time I had my yearly check up at the doctors, the conclusion was: there was far too much blood in my caffeine circulation!


Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor and a Writer

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“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character” Sir Alfred Hitchcock

Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find

Look in,
Carefully

Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging

A

Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief

Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude 
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute

A

Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?

Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?

Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier

A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?

Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?

Happy Valentine’s Day? Why not?

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Happy Valentine’s Day? Why not?

The love shared upon this day might be a little bit  overwhelming
At least for a soul somewhat having prepared to be their precious time alone spending 
Alas, when entering the glorious and often times anonymous World Wide Web
The eyes are certainly fixed on the plethora of greetings and wishes there sent
By he colourful tableau of cards in bits and bytes capturing cuteness without a strife
A true representation of the ongoing life?

Well, I guess it is all just… well… fine?

As this day is supposed to be for lovers and all kinds of friends 
Sharing all their devotion, those pesky emotions and feelings with a note and a possible present 
Yet, I cannot help but feel some kind of opposite way much to my dismay 
Of all this affection on this day out there on display 

So, guess my point of it all to make
Was not that it’s all just fake
Rather, yes have your day and eat your cake 
Mr Valentine, whomever you were, given us the name 
Is all good to me, but please
If you truly care, never your words of love spare
State them out each and every single day
To those closest to your heart, chilly or not
As that is truly the right way