“What is but a Mother?” Gun Roswell
Mother
A strong woman you be
Superwoman, some may say
Yet different in every which way
Your life never the one of ease
A survivor without the need for a reason
You be as good as any kind of wisdom uttered
Wise perhaps, foolish sometimes
Fun where it counted
But it is okay
We all make mistakes
Your name
I will carry with me
Through life
The one to be called simply
Mother
In a galaxy far far away
To the dark side you may stray
Because you just wanted a holiday
A little weekend escape
With the stormtroopers parade
Just stay in the shade
But after hanging out with Vader
He would surely be the traitor
Hogging all the toilet paper
And sending you to meet your maker
You realized sooner or later
…It was time to flee this theatre
Back on track with team Yoda,
Or these days, even Baby Yoda
I may be missing the scotch and soda
Laying lazily on a soft sofa
But soon it will be time for yoga
And later on TV some Oprah
Who said I could not fill my quota!
Happy Star Wars day to one and all!
And may the Force be with you, always!
“The First of May. also Labour Day, a day filled with noise and balloons?” Gun Roswell
“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!
Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough
I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul
First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow
What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw
It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour
So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!
If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit
So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic
It’s that time of the spring, the seasonal pairing of the eggs and things!” Gun Roswell
After all the painted eggs and faces
The little witch nervously paces
Out into the wide world
She needs to fly like a bird
Because
For now
Easter time
Is just to follow!
And the witches’ brooms
Cannot be hollow!
“It is that time again, to turn a new leaf in life” Gun Roswell
Colourful burst of noise filled blinding light
Filling the darkened day, soon turning into a night
The clocks, on the walls, and everywhere, are quickly churning
As the long awaited coming of a new year starts slowly turning
Time itself stopping, for a blink one an eye
As all the wishes and hopes, for a better life
Fill the airways, from every which possible way
Letting go of the passing year and all its fear
Because now looking forward, is a reward
Of this special midnight, which will make everything alright
“Another year spent, where I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing” Gun Roswell
Bread and Circuses
For any and all purposes
Lights and loud fireworks
Maybe with some other quirks?
No time to waste
It is after all the time to celebrate
So, let us all unite
Leave our differences aside
As the New Year
We all hail
Even if following
A different trail
The past and present
Already having been spent
And so towards the future
From now on end
We will all ascend
“I tried to learn the Finnish language, which is really, really, really hard, and I realised that if I want to really learn it, I just need to figure out the swear words first, because those, are totally effective” Gun Roswell
Our Land (national anthem)
Oh Our Land Finland Fatherland
Echo Loudly Golden Word
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
No Valley No Hill
No Water Shore More Dear
Than This Northern Homeland
This Precious Land Of Our Fathers
One Day From Your Bud
You Will Bloom
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
From Our Love Shall Rise
Your Hope Glorious Joy
And Once Your Song Fatherland
Higher Still Will Ring
“Just remember, if we do indeed get caught, you’re deaf and blind, and I, really can’t speak one single word of English!”
It was the olden times, the year nineteen eighty-five
When I did and hitched a ride
And so, ever since that time
The two of us, have been together tightly tied
Just like, well sugar and spice
Perhaps even Abbott and Costello, those guys
And whatever else have you
It’s always the us, the two
I am still rather amazed
And feeling totally graced
That someone would stare at my odd face
For forty odd years on straight!
So thanks for all this time, my sweetest of hearts
Let’s just try to make it to the very next part
And add another forty or more to the cart
After all, it’s really not that far!
As all said and done the most important thing
Which makes one really want to sing
Being that one good one to have, that one person
Who will support you without any given reason
As is
No matter how serious
Or delirious
Life can get
I will bet
You will still be the one
Who I can most rely on
To go absolutely
And completely
Bonkers with
And ain’t that
The perfect hit!
Happy 40 years anniversary my sweet!
“Well, it’s another year and another birthday, but is still feel like that rather shabby nineteen year old person I once was!“ Gun Roswell
The writer of this ditty, found a photo of herself when she was an itty-bitty kiddy. Just a toddler seated in her moms lap, a proud parent I guess at that back then in the something somethings when life was so much simpler, at least if the smiles on the faces are any kind of inkling. So guess back then, I really had the world on a string. And adding to that the eagerness to dance and sing or at least perform in some fashion, from a few years on, all that looking back, seemed like a good deal to be inside of and some of the memories are just great, while others, well, those one can always fake, right!?
So, a few decades has now passed, since that selfie of sorts from the past and like the image it self, can last for a long, long time, despite being old and wrinkled, but not I! And yeah, guess I have to admit, that taking to account everything and all I am feeling fine, despite whatever thoughts of darkness might land on my own mind every now and again but hey, that is just time spent too much with myself. And certainly nothing to do with age as that is a simple number on the cake. But yeah, as sometimes in my slumber, bad thoughts occur, but hey, that is fine, as I am fine and most of those surround me are just fine so, putting on a smile for today at least and then a little later on, I will most certainly off of my b-day cake feast.
So whatever ranting this little ditty might be, I will keep on having my birthdays for, well, hopefully eternity. The next goal is set as a hundred and fifty. Yeah I know that sounds so, well science fiction-y. But as I have always planned on living forever, guess that is not such a impossible goal now or even ever.
“Love myself I do, so, am my own Valentine too!” Gun Roswell
A heart for the humanity
A heart for the world
A heart for the animals
A heart for the hurt
A heart for the lucky ones
A heart for the charmed
A heart for my dear one
You are lots of fun
With your phasers on stun
Got me to unarm
A heart for myself
Heck, I just wanted to be heard
Good Lord, what a nerd!
A heart for all of you
And now, you know what to do
Have a happy Wednesday
Have a happy Friends Day
Hell, even have a happy Valentine’s Day!
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