Morning Light

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“Catch the sunrise in the early morning hours” Gun Roswell

Morning Light

In the early morning hours
Waking up to the smell of flours
And after taking my shower
I head on to the harbour

It is still quite dark
As my bicycle I park
But after having thought smart
I got to a head start

While everyone else was sleeping
Of the sunlight powerful dreaming
I got to see the vision so extreme
Of the early morning light pristine

The sun slowly ascending
Behind the waters edge sending
Chills down my spine, as so splendid
The reflections of the rays trending

What a view for the day
I wish that I could longer stay
But as I slowly walk away
I feel the warmth and light on every sway

Winter Flashback (3)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Winter Blues

I am again singing
The words just wining
As I go along
Hoping, wishing
That a very strong
Summer will appear
As I feel it was so near
Only to be taken away
Pushing me into dismay
Snow all over the place
Just hoping it long does not stay
For I was ready
For going steady
With a feeling of warmth
Long into the summer
But not it is all gone
In a wave of the wand
By the weather gods
What the fuck is wrong?
It is already May!
For god’s sake!

Winter Flashback (2)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Behind the trees

Behind the trees
I can clearly see
A tiny cottage peaking
From behind the snow seeking
Someone to rent it
For the summertime legit
Even though it may appear
That May is here
But the snowy scenery
Tells a completely different story
But not to worry
The forecast is strong
All though it might be wrong
But the promise of spring
And summer to follow
Do you really think
It’s just a wish so hollow
You dare not frolic
Like it’s warm and sunny
Ain’t nothing funny
Running in shorts and flip flops
As even the hare hops
Over the spring of spring!

Winter Flashback (1)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

On the snowy tracks

The sun on my warming back
As I walk in someone else’s tracks
Through the icy winds of winter
Even though it’s springtime
As the snow returned with a vengeance
Making its final stance
Before melting away before summer
Leaving us all feeling the bummer
In our flip flops and shorts
But I also take my stand and snort
Hell has frozen over
But I can still see the clovers
Sunshine and blue skies
Even the tiniest of birds fly
As it is the month of May
And soon, the warm weather is here to stay
(Until July, when we most likely get another bout of snow!)

Some kind of Grass (4)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Seat on the grass

A small size seat
On the grass so neat
Soon to be devoured completely
Into the growing grass so neatly
There is no time to react
Just accept the simple fact
Grass always grows
Every single where!

Some kind of Grass (3)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Fenced in and out

The grass growing wild
In the nature open wide
Neighbour decided
It was time for the divided
Putting up a fence
To keep out the green grass
But, alas!
Big was his surprise
When he saw with his own eyes
The nature cannot be contained
No matter what kind of chains
You try to wrap around
The very ground
Everything grows
Because it knows
That person is a fool
And needs to be schooled
In the ways
Of all things nature

Some kind of Grass (2)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Blue on white

Fluffy and cuddly
It appeared suddenly
Onto the roof top
In just on single hop

A grassy thing
But yes it could sing
Despite its appearance
In a colour of silence

Blue was it painted
By nature tainted
But it never faded
Into the background placid

May The Fourth Be With You! (Happy Star Wars Day!)

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May The Fourth Be With You // Happy Star Wars Day!

In a galaxy, far, far away, somehow in the past, but still, in the future 😉

Some kind of Grass (1)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

On the top of a tree

The stump of wood may be old
But a great nature’s pot of gold
It is for any kind of growth
To take its time and hold

Hollow, from a far it may look
But there is always a hook
And for grass it never took
Too much time to climb up the very nook

So what you may here see;

On the top of a very tall tree
As far and wide as the eye can see
The green grass is growing free

It is, About As Funny, As A Root Canal!

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“Born With Teeth” Kate Mulgrew

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It is, About As Funny, As A Root Canal!

You know
That feeling
Lying
In the chair
Thinking
Life 
Is not fair

Staring
At the ceiling
Anticipating
Sweat
Covering
Your skin
Waiting for
The drilling
To begin
The sound
Resonating
In your skull

Totally bound
With feelings
Of dull
Contemplating
An escape
Looking
At the window
Wishing
For a cape
Like a superhero
Flying away

No time
The Dentist
Hovering
Covering
Your eyes
With sunglasses
Working
In a quick pace
Before I
Can plot my
Break

My mind
Wandering to
Molasses?
Am I
Loosing it?
Completely
Sugar
Would be
The last thing
I needed

Mouth
Agape
Drooling
Like an ape
Fooling
Not a chance
In a deep
Trance
Or a drug endused
State

After all
Is done
Wishing
I had
A gun
Somehow
Cooling down
Getting up
Staggering
Reeling
A sick
Feeling

A glance
In the mirror
Spittle
And blood
On my face
Must be
An error
Covering
My head
With a hood

Leaving quickly
No looking
Back
Oh what
A quack
Never mind
It’s all over
Until
Next time

When
You hear
It’s as funny
As A root canal
Time to fear
And run
As fast
As you
Can