My Mojo
Lost it
Cant find it
Without it
Life is shit
Yeah, that’s it!
I quit!
No mojo left
Can’t be legit
Without it?
Poetry of Everything
My Mojo
Lost it
Cant find it
Without it
Life is shit
Yeah, that’s it!
I quit!
No mojo left
Can’t be legit
Without it?
Light ‘em up
Snap, crackle and pop
No, no, this really has to stop
The sounds if celebration
Are not giving me the elevation
Loud and totally awful noises
Chanting shouting voices
What ever is going on out there
I really have to swear
I want no part of it
For I am the New Years Grinch!
But it’s the middle off summer
Bummer!
Someone bombing the place?
Nope, just celebrating?
What a total waste!
it’s caturday again
cats of all descriptions
some real, some made of fiction
bringing laughter, love and joy
so simply, enjoy!
with cats all around ahoy!
Highest Score
I got
The highest score
When I won you over
Onto my side
Dark though
It may be
But only you
Can make me happy
And it already
Feels lighter
To be, me
“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.
“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!
“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
“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.
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
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