Turquoise and the poolside

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“The Sunday afternoon is the time for some rest and relaxation for us weary every day people” Gun Roswell 

Turquoise and the poolside

The sun, up high, in the cool blue skies 
Beckoned towards, the turquoise poolside
The calming yet warm breeze 
Of the afternoon, made a tickle of a tease
But at least, the skin, certainly would not freeze
When finally daring to venture outside 
For the first time, in what seemed, a longest while
It had been that kind of year
Where nothing but daily news of fear 
Kept the humble folks behind closed windows and doors
The time where a simplest of activities became a chore
But, now, without sounding like a total bore 
Soon enough this will be all behind and just a lore
To tell those coming behind us the world to explore 
But today, it is time for a life once again claim 
Because nothing ever remains the same 
Except maybe, the calming of the poolside 
On a sunny day, oh so divine 

Stacked, piled, on top of each other

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“They really are all on top of each other! How can they get into their houses then?“ Gun Roswell

Stacked, piled, on top of each other

The dwellings of the local villagers 
Upon a steep hillside subside
The colourful small decorated houses
Are the homes of people and their, well mouses
(yes i know the plural is mice, but could not make it rhyme ;P)

Built on top of each other
Maybe, as some kind of cover?
To be on the safe side of the divided
The construction workers decided
There is security in numbers some put
And they all knew then what they do should
And then, they put each of the homes
On top of the other in a shape of a dome
So now, the happy inhabitants
Live together, but still separate
Happy, with their daily lives
And also, naturally, do the mice!

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

Chocolate is The Answer, so who the hell cares what the Question was!

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“There are four basic food groups to choose from your daily dose of sustenance: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles, so what are you hesitating? Just eat up!” Gun Roswell

Chocolate is The Answer, so who the hell cares what the Question was!

You may be, totally iconic
But also, so, so diabolic
It is just, quite so symbolic
To call little ol’ moi, a ‘holic
But still, I tend to frolic
When, I get really glycogenic

Pining, I am, for your sensational taste
Of the full flavour, you are with laced
With a few of them truffles
And my poor mouth, is muffled
When, I get to eat
My favourite, yummy, treat

My life, so completely, in dire straits
Would then be
Without, those luscious tasty traits
You can only, offer me
Oh, my sweetest of Chocolate
That, you will always be

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

Stressed About Making Time for Writing? Try Timed Writing Sessions | The Blank Page – from Novelty Revisions

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Instead of focusing on a certain number of words or chapters or pages, setting a timer might change your whole experience. Here’s why.

Stressed About Making Time for Writing? Try Timed Writing Sessions | The Blank Page

3 Toxic Myths About Writing You Probably Believe – from Bang2write

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All About Toxic Myths Lots of writers believe in toxic myths about writing. They will often call it ‘realism’, but fact is – these myths are …

3 Toxic Myths About Writing You Probably Believe

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!