“It’s Monday again folks! Better buckle up tight, because we are in, for a rude ride!” Gun Roswell
Monday – not again!
It is far too early, in the bloody hours of the morning, as I keep on yawning Rolling, out of bed, even if, I should have stayed, under the warm covers instead My head, is a total mess, and I am slowly but gradually beginning, to feel the stress Of yet another week beginning, and no, I am so not, any kind of ballads singing The signs were all there, in plain sight, just yesterday, all day long, I am fearing For this day, to once again, come around, was it unexpected? Not really Because for sure, I knew all along, it was lurking there, behind, the closed doors Snoozing the alarms, going to hiding, trying to keep on the snores No, nothing really ever helps, so, this is it folks! And no, no more of them jokes! This is serious business and we all, need to start a rebellion, nay, a revolution! To ban this day for once and for all, and never, ever again, should anyone feel small When standing, against this, very big, hairy monster of a thing, on this, day Where most of us, or at least some of the more sensitive people, feel like they are slain By, this, fire spitting dragon, with the sharpest of teeth, as it is coming, to existence Each and every single week, and right after, that perfect, slow paced place, no resistance left…
Alas, the weekend is now gone, and I am standing, sad and totally alone, dreading Fearing, shaking, my pants almost peeing, but, with hands so sweaty, but I am nearing My sword raised high and without even a hint of a smile, I am going to face it once again- – Monday!
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.” ― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
The furry black cat On the sidewalk sat Looking for that rat Who had entered the flat The flat where the cat Slept on the mat Now ready for combat With the daring rat Who had woken the cat From his well earned nap
“Soon I will you catch, You feisty little rat! I bet you taste like a bat And possibly are non-fat After all that I will finally have my nap On my comfy little mat!”
“There is a thin ray of hope in the midst of it all, somewhere there, maybe hidden for now, from most of the prying eyes, but, if you look really carefully, you will find, a slice of heaven waiting to be explored“ Gun Roswell
Slice of Heaven
Do not let the colours fool you, or rather, the total lack of it all. As even black, white and grey are colours too. And that lack, does not take away from the experience or rather in this case, the virtual tour, made out of an old photographic memory, from the very past. Which is in the here and now, made to last, in bits and bytes and all those kind. And yes, it surely shows, right there, in the middle of it all, this little slice of heaven, you were most likely looking for. Displayed real nice, so if you did not do so before, then now is the time to smile!
“The blue meets the red at some point in time, at least, up there in the high skies“ Gun Roswell
The blue sea and the red sky
It’s mostly in the coolest hues of blue, reflecting the same sooting emotions and shades onto the surface of the calm of the waters until the very edge, but sometimes even changing colours while raging in the shades of many kinds of greys.
But, when the night fall is upon, and the day is finally done, a streak of the most bright and colourful light will appear there in the midst in the very mix, which is nothing like the calming and mundane blue, rather in the colour of fire or rage, making it totally red.
It is certainly a spot, which will make you look, even if you simply love the sedative of the scene without too much of change in colour. But, this one, is a fiery one and it will only be there, for the fading moment and poof, it will be gone, until maybe dawn?
And when the bright spot of the day is gone, you do not have to be alone, as the blues and greys will always remain, shrouding you well into the night, without any fright.
“Live long and prosper! We come to serve!” Spock, Star Trek
Happy Star Trek Day!
We Trekkies will always keep on Trekking Watching, observing, learning, burning For the next new show to come on streaming Fandom totally strong, that is certainly no jest Whether we agree on the canon or look for the best The story lines may vary, sometimes fun or scary Cartoon, future or the past, Star Trek will last The series now over fifty years old, still going bold Or rather boldly, where no show has gone before And happily digesting all of it, simply because; score! Yeah, some might think us nerdy and bored But we don’t care, as long as there is a convention or fair Somewhere around the world held, even virtual cons Trekkies have no qualms in watching that tube of a thing Where even some of their favourite characters sing Yeah, they really do that, even if we did not ask! But never mind, whatever is going on is fine As long as the Trek keeps on going boldly, Where no other fan has gone before!
Happy Star Trek day to one and all, whether you are a fan or not at all!
“Just two ships passing each other by, in the very ocean wide” Gun Roswell
Just passing by, that’s why
It was a calm and hazy early morning, as the two ships emerged without a warning, passing each other close by, as it was planned, but only on the fly. Sailing in from the opposite direction of one and other, only meeting in the middle of the inter section, they hardly had time to meet or even give a proper greet. As simply floating by the other, never touching, only glancing once, maybe twice. But there really was no time to say anything else let alone something nice to the other, as the flow kept on going and there really was no stopping it. A well known fact for both, as they knew that despite their slow motion, it was inevitable for the two of them to meet. But, there was nothing more of an option for them, except this on fleeting moment in time, seeing each other for the first and also last time, as the two slow boats, were just passing each other by, and maybe that was enough, and both of them could be just fine after the chance encounter, perhaps by design.
“Between the hard of the rock and the blue coloured watery place? Tough choices them are, which I have to make!” Gun Roswell
On the rocks?
When life takes you to the seashore, a place you have seem so many times before, it is there where the endless blue waters and warm sands beneath your soles meet the rocks of the past, standing ever so tall.
But whether you simply want to look at the statuesque construct by Mother Nature, or the daringly climbing on the very top, be reminded of the danger of the alluring rocky structure, as you may end up for a great big fall.
So, make your choice, take a pick, of either remaining where you are, on the safety of the beach, and just leaving that one dream of conquering the mountain ever so high, just there, out of reach, playing the bet as safe as can be, because you are here to peace only find!
Or, take on the challenge, to climb as high as possible even if you might lack the talent, because you are the one and only hot head of the heard, of those near which might have that one and only rant heard, and then, simple take the plunge or in this case, the climb!
“There is a flyby, just about ever day now” Gun Roswell
Fly by
The annoying high pitch loud sound, was all around And, the culprit once again, nowhere to be found I looked all over, search the skies and the ground But nothing or no one was there, to take the blame And this was always the case, the mystery remained As if it was some kind of a too funky game to play Guess I was getting a little bit tired of this same old Because it seemed these flybys we’re getting way bold Still, once it was done, at least for the day so gone Then I was safe and secure until the next day would dawn But the mere thought of another irritating occurrence Kept in my mind all through the night loudly churning So, deciding that maybe I needed something be doing Setting a trap and catching that menace once and for all The annoying chirping flashing thing with flapping wings So I did and set the culprit finally catch and set it behind A door latched, but then as the gorgeous songs of sorrow Began in the cage in knee I had done wrong, and correcting My mistake was the only action I should quickly take So letting lose the flyby cause, a bird quite small still The voice loud and more, as it flew by me one last time And all I the world seemed to be once again just fine At least until maybe the next time with a sudden fly by But hey, now I knew the cause and the next time I would simply widely smile and give the huge applauds
