Tuesday? Only Tuesday?

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“Sometimes it’s just a slow week is all, but then, it’s suddenly Sunday?” Gun Roswell

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

That Monday Mood once again!

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“Wanting to flee, something of a mood each and every Monday it seems” Gun Roswell

No matter if you are travelling or at home
There is always something mundane going on
During the first day of the week
You might not always really find what you seek
But look around what the world of mundane will bring
You may be surprised of the same old things
Look so much different depending of the mood or light
Some of them coming finally to life
There is art where you least expect it to be adored 
Just grab your camera and a new attitude and go to explore
It may be Monday, that one specific day
We all love so much to hate, well, at least of it debate
Just call it the beginning of an interesting week to enjoy
Because Friday will get here sooner than you have time to shout: 
“Ahoy!”

Spring Weather I suppose…

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“It’s cloudy and cold, the rain a constant with its scowl, but then, a ray of hope…” Gun Roswell


Suddenly,
Sunshine
Life again
Oh, so fine

Yellow be the Bikes!

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“You can rent one, for an hour, a day, perhaps even a week? They’re yellow, just pedal away!” Gun Roswell


“The yellow bikes are beckoning for a ride” Gun Roswell 

The city’s yellow painted two wheeled drives
Came out with the spring and with a great smile
The brightness competing with only the sun
As the bright yellow bikes stand there waiting for some fun
The passers by soon will get some ideas
Hoping on them and riding away with smiles
And as the day progresses on in time
The bike park will soon be empty on the dime
All the yellow bikes now filling both parks and the streets 
As all them riders are following that ride worthy beat
Loud ruckus like laughter filling the waves of air
As nothing and no one can deny this bike ride  filled cheer

Hike on a Bike

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“Nothing like a ride on a bike, during the spring time, yeah, let’s call it a hike!” Gun Roswell


When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long

Flying high up

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“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell

Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!

Spring is finally here

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“Something about spring, when the boats are out, and the island life beckons…” Gun Roswell

Island life awaits
On an island time to be spent
In the middle of the city
This is truly the fine land
Life worth a giddy
In my pretend fantasy

Spring is finally here – Dandelions!

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“Sweet and yellow, just so mellow, those are the lions of spring!” Gun Roswell

By the road side
Between the rocks
Spreading its leaves wide
Hoping for a few rain drops
Just one flower now
Soon another one pops
If you wonder how
Well, there is a secret box…

Flora of Spring 

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“There as so many colours out here, I don’t know how I can manage with them all, but I love them just the same” Gun Roswell

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Red Leaves of spring
Bright Red they be
Pink and Pretty for a while too
Perhaps Orange just a few
Bright and Pink most of them though
And then back to red again
I could spend
The whole day counting the colours
Pretty as are the odours

Signs of Spring 2

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“There is something to be said about the colours when spring is finally here!” Gun Roswell

Pretty, in yellow
In the sunshine, they mellow
Yelling out loudly hello
For all passing by
But never lasting forever