Still Life in Winter

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“Life simple and quiet in the midst of winter, nothing moves or stirs, not even a splinter” Gun Roswell

Still Life in Winter

When the cold hits the air
And the tree branches are simply bare
The ground is the solid colour of grey or white
And all the effort has left the fight
You simply give in to the mood
To the calmness of the winter’s groove
Enjoying the monochromatic presence
Which has become, the current existence
But it’s all so very fine
Since this is a very special time
The winter, like any other season won’t long last
And soon enough, another kind of blast
Will fill the bodies and soul
Of us mere wondering fools

On the Path

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“At least, I am on a path, to what, who knows, but still, no straying!” Gun Roswell

On the Path

The long path ahead
May be wide or even narrow
But that simple fact I won’t let
Choosing it to make my own

Navigating between the right and wrong
There is nothing to it, but staying strong
And even if I slip every now and again
The path will still be in front of me just the same

Gladly hopping on that trail
Keeping my fingers crossed I won’t fail
And if I manage to steer mostly clear
Then for the future, I have no fear

The path keeps on winding
Sometimes, my with my teeth grinding
I take a breath and stop
But soon enough, I am back on the road

Moving forward, one step at the time
Sometimes feeling sorrow, other times I am fine
But the path keeps on going
Without an end showing

And me, I just keep walking
For what else is there, to do?

A few, then two, then, only one (mundane monday)

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“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar

twosome

A few, then two, then, only one

It started with a still quite a few
But then, there were only two
Until, finally remaining
A single, solemn one
Nothing was there, to be done
For the harsh time of Winter
Had finally, to this place, come

single

Road Runner

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“Riding in a blue coloured love bug, really fast, down the road, like the proverbial road runner!” Gun Roswell

Road Runner

In the blue coloured tiny bug of a car
I know I cannot really get that far
But it does not stop me from trying to drive
Because when I am behind the wheel, I feel alive

I know I look a tad silly
In this outfit of mine quite frilly
But if someone at me stares
To honest, I don’t really care
Since this whole ensemble created
Goes perfectly with the sixties spirit
I have tried so hard to establish
In this little bug of mine, quite lavish

So, all of you haters out there
Please, your attitude try to spare
Live and let live is the motto of mine
And believing in that thought, I feel so divine!

Rose and the Monochrome

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“The roses are always pretty, not matter what colour you may choose” Gun Roswell

Rose and the Monochrome

The rose is the prettiest of the flowers that be
At least, that is what I have internally agreed
No matter what colour of this pretty creation I choose
Because I know, with the scent and looks, I can never loose
But when you tune it down to the basics without resistance
Peel away all the conventional layers, leaving only the greys
With that, ending up with a cool and calm monochromatic existence
The outlook now even more picturesque
Still the vibrance of the flower makes its presence
Maybe even more so, in this monotonic look
At least the paints a picture, worthy of a cover of a book

A Rose by any other Colour

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” A rose, smells so nice, you cannot think twice; Just buy the damned flower!” Gun Roswell

A Rose by any other Colour

A rose, neatly cut, neatly coloured, stood in a perfect pose
Just, like in on of the most perfect lines of prose
And guess what, I just had to, stick there, my tiny nose!
Why? Just because…

… the rose is the most prettiest of them all
The rose can stand the times and the falls
The rose does never disappoint you with a sentiment false
The rose comes in sizes great and even small

A rose, by any other colour, or a different odour
Just the perfect cheer for any day or other
And guess that is all one needs before the summer
Why? Just because…

… I love roses!

Happy Valentine’s Day to One and All!

Two of the Same equals Duo

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“There is two of us, who look so much a like, almost, like we are a duo of some kind” Gun Roswell

Two of the Same equals Duo

If we look so much alike
And most of the same things we do like
Having the same taste in food, drink or clothing
Even the same tunes we do sing
Then aren’t we a pair?
A sort of a duo when we share?
A couple of the same
Not original as one but who’s to blame
If the two of us make a whole
Since we are form the same mold
We, are always together
No matter the time of weather
Twins, but of a different mother
Because we get each other
Nothing separates or divides
And only together, do we feel fine
We do the two step
Never alone the other let
Singing, dancing, sometimes prancing
Even if we are nothing to fancy
Just the two of us
On the roadside, or in the bus
Riding a tandem bike
And even if we sometimes fight
The invisible tether
Will always pull us together
So, all you singles and groups of threes, move over:
Just because, one plus one does equals a duo

Two Swans a Swimming

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“The birds are singing, by the seashore, they’ll be swans a swimming” Gun Roswell

Two Swans a Swimming

The two of them happily swimming
As they are against each other leaning
They are a duo, a couple at the lake
Nothing about them, can be called fake

They mate together for a long life
Giving each other those swan like smiles
On the nearby pond this summer they will stay
Keeping humans form their offspring away

Some may say if you listen real careful
You can sometimes hear something graceful
The two swans softly a serenading
When the are each other, in the calmness praising

Take a Hike, or to the Moon

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“When the working day is done, better have some fun, take a slow hike to the woods, or run amok trying to reach the moon” Gun Roswell

Take a Hike, or to the Moon

Take as slow hike up the winding path
Upon start, having no idea how long it lasts
Just enjoy the upon coming adventure
No matter where or when you venture

You may end up in a different place
Somewhere, where no one for long stays
But hurrying back is not an option at all
So move along, don’t try to stall

Maybe you’ll find a long lost treasure
Or just the atmosphere, for the leisure
Maybe you’ll end up to the moon
And get to swing on the stars as they loom

But once you get the urge to get back home
Just click on your heels, and think of Rome
Because every single road leads to the city
And getting lost, well, that is just a pity!

Doors and the Monochrome

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“Even in a black and white world, you can still find windows and doors, leading to another world” Gun Roswell

Doors and the Monochrome

The mystical hatches will open up to
Another world, a realm of magic and few
Other things you may not realize you
Needed, but always in secret, wished
For, and now into the this place whisked
You’ll never have to wonder anymore
What kinds of great things life has in store
For you, now that you reached the door
Open it, take a peek inside,
Look, listen, of what you can find
Once you let that imagination go wild
There is nothing better than that in life
Or at least in this magical realm
If you succeed long enough to delve
Then this is the place for you, forever