“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell
Nightly window view
It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander
“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell
Look out!
Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high Life, all the way so fast, passing me by On these biggest of wings, on the fly Looking out, for any and all of the signs Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea
In the open waters of the far away archipelago On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow Of so much rain, against all of the open windows And, without much of anything, really to do On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow
A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred From the common place of a playground, on the large yard So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia
Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare
“What’s on TV today? Same old stuff or something more exiting, and I don’t want to see the news, they can be so depressing” Gun Roswell
Cozy fire on TV for the eve
Tried to watch, my favourite TV show, on the tube, alas, out of a fluke, there was nothing on, but a bunch of static accompanied by some white noise, as sung by a flaming voice. What to do? After all, I had prepared myself for an evening for a session of binge watching my favourite TV show, the same old one I had seen so many times before, and which I know almost by heart, still, nothing new or nothing too bold, just the way I like it. Alas, the TV still, did not agree with me, and did not get the signal needed from any of the techno boxes just around it, which were a plentiful to say the least, it seems, the gadgets and devises, in my home, grow and feed, like a beast! But, no matter what I tried, reboot, giving the ole’ boot, almost to the point of shoot, I did not have any luck, in starting that damned f..k of a thing, which would have made my heart sing. As all I wanted for this one silent moment, to enjoy, my shows, without torment.
So, the only thing left to do, part from the seller of this, wretched devise, to sue was to find some other clue, how to spend my well earned time of simple solace. Scratching my head, trying to figure out a better use of my time instead, and then, a thought occurred to me! Why not turn on the fireplace instead and watch the flames dance around! A tube is a tube to watch, even if it wasn’t my favourite sort. After all, this was a simple thing to do, just turn a knob and the fire, well, a mock fire, would ensure, a great past time, at least for a while, before maybe, I would get bored. Unless, I could incorporate, some other type of activity to it, say like reading a book, here in my comfy nook, which so much effort took, to set it up, for my special time to be spent, watching the shows on TV, for this eve. What to do next, now that, was the mystery, bordering a state of hysteria, but hey, using the old noggin, to figure it out, I knew I could, and for that, I am so proud!
Now then, I have finally, settled down for the evening, with a cozy fire, a book, something warm to drink and a few snacks, my teeth in to sink. Thus would start a new past time for me, as something comfy cozy did happen, alas not on TV. But, as long as there are stories to be seen or read, my hunger for different worlds, people and scenarios will be fed and watching that fire dance around, well, that is fun too! Who would have figured that would be the case? Well, now, I do! And totally, recommend it to you too. Oh, and the TV? Well, it is now finally fixed, as it turned out, a cable had been mixed, so as simple as that it was, well, I am still glad, that I had other stuff to watch, rather then the old shows, which I still love, but then again, can’t complain, about the time spent, watching the fire, every now and then, while reading my books, a new look, certainly, for me!
“Why not ride a bike, even in the middle of the winters plight?” Gun Roswell
Ride a bike, down a snowy slope
So, what if it is snowing once again, because, me, I can ride my bike, anywhere Even if the tyres are not exactly up to spec, and then might fall me totally let But that would be a small price to pay, for ride on this, two wheeled sleigh Down, down, down the slippery slopes, filed with so much of the new snow Then gradually, into traffic I go, wheeling away, really fast, but, well, mostly slow Luckily I got my thick padded helmet on, covering this unfortunately small brain And not to forget the elbow and knee pads, well, is there really a need to explain? So, watch me, riding my bike, despite, the wintery weather so completely snide And if I fall down, with only minor damage or less, well, at least I made you smile!
“I just laugh. Have I got them fooled.” Betty White
Happy 99th Birthday Betty White or Betty White in 99 words (or more)
Humour without too much censure Work without any kind of complaint Always feeling happy and having a smile Lover or nature and all them animals wild Maybe even a few of us human kind Bringing laughter and joy for us all Never the one to take a down fall Pretty and witty, now even more so Having learnt lessons during a life long Many made shows, taking them bows Leaving us fans in awe and loudly cheering And always with a sense of a good feeling What ever the role, our hearts she stole Therefore written is this small type of an ode Within some ninety-nine plus rhyme of words As there is always room for years more!
“The looks of grumpiness, doesn’t always mean, that the mood reflects the face” Gun Roswell
Grumpier Caturday
Sitting there, on the floor, looking, oh so very bored, so much so, that some might say, it was grumpy, without any kind of funky thing to do. After all, this was the one day of the week, where celebrating the feline freak, was supposed to be that special beat, which the cats and kitties marched by. But today, there was no big smile, on the furry face, definitely not a wagging tail, only a feeling of epic fail. What could be a cause of such distain? Something which certainly needed to be fixed in a hurry right away.
The keeper of the sad cat, wondered of the exact topic, for a moment, before coming up with a kind of a plan, which she hoped, would get the mood of the furry feline turn from uninterested sleeping to a happier stand. So, the first thing, was to get some treats together, meaning the best kind of fish forever. Then, some cool toys to play with, a few moments the spirits to uplift. And the final treat, well, isn’t that obvious for a Caturday ball? A big bag of catnip served, from the finest of colourful bowls, and wouldn’t you know it, after the rattling of the tuna can top, the grumpy cat, came running around the corner, clearly gone was the sad and replaced by loud purring cheers, all around the keepers feet.
“It is that time of the season, when the snow, finally settles down, covering all, without an excuse or any reason“ Gun Roswell
Snow covered forest, for a moment
Threading on the narrow path, of freshly covered white flakes binding the surface together, just like ice on the lake. The only sounds heard, are those of the soft echoes, of my own footfalls, as I gently step so not to disturb the cover of this, elegant white powder, now lain across all of the land, which only yesterday, looked so bland. With all the grey covering most of it and faded greens on the forgotten lawns, was the only colour, or non colour, all over to be seen. But not today, no, today, it all looks so new, so fresh, so elegant, like someone cooked a white sustenance stew, just last night, for a late dinner, maybe, and now, for me and maybe others to enjoy, the freshness, the coolness, the crisp, all over. On my skin, on my pale face, even, in my nose and on my lips, as the flakes, from the heavens above, slowly still fall, and I can feel it all. The calming of this moment, where all the world is covered in one unifying and protecting soft and fluffy blanket. Well, at least, up here, in the North hemisphere, where we, the so called tall Northerners dwell, and at this time of the year, live in fear, of the darkened season. But today, that one single reason, is gone and, as the snow has finally landed, making us, mostly hunched up people, to stand once again, tall. As this is the season, after the Fall, we have waited for, patiently, laying low, not smiling, not talking, not even, each other stalking. Only, winter time, with the snow, gives us, the essence we need to survive, until such time, that the sunshine, once again peeks through the wintry blinds, as it does its way up here, to the very North, find.
“What the hell kind of box is this? A telephone? With a cord, do people still use these?” Gun Roswell
Phone home already!
The odd box of a thing, somewhat similar to that one on the show, which I used to watch, but painted in a way more cheerful colour you could almost smell the odour of the yellowish flower it reminded me of. The open and inviting door, to a tiny room of a space, the windows covering all the walls, and it doesn’t really feel that cramped or that small. But, what is most curious there, is an odd object, latched on to the back of the stall, a cord hanging loose with a plastic gadget at the end, something reminiscent of what I have in the past seen. In my youth so to speak, but hey, the age of it I won’t leak, but that is beside the point as this funny thing of a magical joint, can actually make you talk with people far far away. And today, that is exactly what I am going to play, as I insert the coin, which is another point to bring up, archaic things to discuss, alas today, the topic is this box, with the call home device to clarify and all odds to defy, I will place a call home.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 