The weary traveller and their coffee

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“Sometimes coffee is good… oh who am I kidding, it’s always good!” Gun Roswell

The weary traveller and their coffee

When the nigh finally falls
And bedtime the weary traveller calls…

Wait, we’re on a holiday, right?
No one sleeps on a holiday, just out of spite?
Just drinks some more of that black coffee
With a side order of a mint of or a toffee
Awake you will a long, long while remain
Even if your poor little brain
Will go a little, well cuckoo
And that is putting it nicely!
Still, enjoy the holiday while it lasts!
This could very well be your very last!

Statuesque

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“Living dolls? Perhaps a copycat off the wall?” Gun Roswell

Statuesque

Two of them there, standing very tall
The one enters, alas, oh so very small
Statues? Perhaps they are all
Of different statures, even eras? For sure!

Slow Afternoon

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“Take a load off!” Gun Roswell

Slow Afternoon

Afternoon,
Feeling lazy
Real life, all hazy
Turquoise waters
With no otters
Laying about
Poolside,
No doubt!
No hurries
No worries
Just living
For today
Wishing
I could stay
More
Than a week!

Time for Ice Coffee

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“Coffee, the only constant in the universe” Gun Roswell

Time for Ice Coffee

Coffee, with ice, and then some!
Need I say more?
Just keep beating the drum:
Coffee, coffee, coffee
What else in life do you need?
Drink coffee and you shall succeed!
Really?
Yup!

Island life

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“Sometimes, one simply needs a break from it all.” Gun Roswell

Island life

A small Island, perhaps Greece?
A small piece
Of our very own history
Beyond the centuries
The oldest of towns
Considered the jewel of the crown
Alas the soft sunny beach
At your very reach
Ixia, Kamiros or Lindos
A small drive with the bus
Everything you’ll ever need
On the small island of eternal peace

Phone Home Maybe?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, alas what can you do? Someone perhaps sue?” Gun Roswell

Phone Home Maybe?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

What mysteries lie hidden at the very end of the long dark tunnel?

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“There are always hidden treasures to be found, total mysteries to uncover, when daring to adventure thought the never ending tunnel, leading to places never discovered.” Gun Roswell

What mysteries lie hidden at the very end of the long dark tunnel?

Feeling ever so daring, with that whole feeling of getting, into the unexpected, the unknown

The mind and the body simply tingling, with total excitement they are both singing

Just because of the ever present and all around lurking danger

The expectations of finding something so odd, never before seen and special

But mostly, the not knowing of what really lies ahead, being reckless instead of safe

As is the curious mind, always on the prowl, to find, something else, than simply what is, the daily grind

Because what is life, without at least, a little piece of adventure?

What lies beyond the barriers, the stone walls?

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“There is always something out there, something worth while to visit” Gun Roswell 

What lies beyond the barriers, the stone walls?

The archway beckoning, for the visitor to come calling, to step through the very gate, the doorway, out there, to go and figure out, what it is all about, perhaps even the answers to life itself, all the mysteries becoming unraveled as after there travelled, something could easily be revealed, so, why not take a chance, and into the deep dive, proverbially of course, as the source, the key, is right there, at the port, simply waiting for the weary seeker, to step right through, just like that, like decided out of the blue.

Walking to the end of the long pier

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“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell


Walking to the end of the long pier

Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?

Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.

The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising.

Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.

The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen.

So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?

Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most.

And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.

But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it.

Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.

Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even

The view at the end of the pier.

Walk on the wild side

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“Dare to walk on the wilder side of life, near the soaring oceans, and then, diving into the deep end” Gun Roswell

Walk on the wild side

The nature dangerous and rocky, but feeling rather cocky, at least for the very moment as the slippery slope down the rickety pier, could easily end up in plenty of tears, but soldiering on, as the goal, is to take on an adventure, though minor in nature, still a big one for this weary soul, the idea totally bold, to take a dip, into the salty slick, the blues of the water’s end beckoning, or then, simply because it is there, to plunge in and splash around for a moment, before finding a away back on solid ground.