Red for Monday

“Mundane Mondays are the best” Gun Roswell

Red for Monday

When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse


Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!

Good God Get a Grip Girl!

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“No tea, no shade honey!” RuPaul’s Drag Race

Good God Get a Grip Girl!

You may

Think

You’re the

Cat’s meow

But let’s see

How you

Really feel

After I

Tell you

About

What you

Actually are

I’m not

Trying to

Come for you

Offend you

Upset you

Or even

Resent you

In any way

But this is

What it is

How it is

Really like

Why

Don’t you

Give yourself

A really good

Look in

The mirror

And tell me

Can you

Get a grip

On it!

Caturday in Greece

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

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Caturday in Greece

“Are you looking at me? You, looking, me?”

“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”

“Well, as long as you remember, You are in my turf now So just move along before the clock hits September!”

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Travel to Mallorca

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs” Susan Sontag

Travel to Mallorca

Palma Nova
The sweetest Rosa
Of the island Mallorca

Welcomes
The weary traveler
A world’s passenger

Come
And take a load off
Forget all that scoff
Enjoy the sunny beach
Watch the waves breach

Colourful and vibrant
Like a water hydrant
The little village by the sea
No better place to be

The Journey

“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien

The Journey

Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation

The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun

Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach

Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb

Red Sky in the Morn’

“The sky is an infinite movie to me.
I never get tired of looking at what’s happening up there”
K. D. Lang

Red Sky in the Morn’

Bright and frightening red,
Is the early morning sky
Up ever so high,
Above, that is my,
Very own soul,
Which, can only,
Wanna ever so high, fly

Tuesdays keep on coming, well once a week anyway

“It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

Tuesdays keep on coming, well once a week anyway

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!)

Pink for Monday

“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell

Pink for Monday

Yesterdays reflected

From old discarded windows

An old shack

Once painted black

Now boasting, the colour pink

It’s an eye sore some say

But others, smile and

In front of it for a moment stay

It’s not useful anymore

Who knows what secrets

Within it are stored

But for now, the windows

And the doors

Remain locked of course

And maybe someday

You may find the key

Which unlocks them all

Seated in Cyprus, two

“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte “But if it’s done really properly, with softness, gold and love, then it is a throne!” Gun Roswell

Seated in Cyprus

A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin

Seated in Cyprus, one

“Because it’s a seat, right?” Gun Roswell

Seated in Cyprus

A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening