Daily Incidents
“Life on the rocks, it certainly is!” Gun Roswell
Hard and cold they be, when autumn us sees
Onto the land falls, life slowing down to a halt
A frown on the faces forming, when it starts storming
Grey skies the constant companion with me now
It’s life on the slippery, watery rocks after all
Hence the name, or the expression, fall?
“I know many things?” Gun Roswell
I may know a little bit of everything
But sometimes, I am just pretending
When I get into a dark corner
And there is no kind of door there
I use humour, to dig my way out
Sometimes, I even have to shout!
The noise sprouting out of my mouth
So loud and silly, it’s just all, willy nilly
And then, I really do feel guilty
Then out pours the utter most filthy!
So guess you can say
I’m so stupid I just pretend
Play the part of the fool
Being a total tool
A Jack of no trades
And a master, of none?
“I think I just may be, a tad paranoid?”
Voices, noises
Never good with so many choices
Watching, looking, staring
Who’s in my kitchen cooking
Daemons, angels, the devil perhaps?
God, Jesus and all those things fictional
Aliens and conspiracies more so
Paradoxes, global warming
At least that one is true!
The FBI, police forces, neighbours even
And with their cats and dogs too!
They are all watching, me!
I am, becoming, quite paranoid
“Baking some nice pastries, for the sweet tooth on a Saturday noon, then finding out, how those turned out in the oven, is a whole other matter“ Gun Roswell
When the hunger for something sweet beckons, and to the freezer beckons, searching for some ingredients to whip up something real quick, before getting totally sick and delirious when the craving gets too much and such so then, finally finding some old and thankfully not yet mouldy supplies, putting them to getter for a few sweet pies. Shoving the lot into the oven and hoping the heck something of them coming out, a tasty treat for me to snack on, and in no time at all, the ding of the clock, indicating it is done, and so, it’s only a matter of moments before the treats are good and ready to eat.
Turning my back for mere moments, just enough time to make some coffee to go along with it and then ready with the dark liquid to pick up those sweet treats and what do I find? All of them gone, gone, gone! Nothing left except the face like a calling card of sorts. And when I looked at it I could clearly see, as to whom was the thief of my supposed tasty treats – Those darned aliens! They damned well ate all my sweet tarts!
“Thy were made by something or someone, perhaps an animal or then, maybe, someone visiting from a far away land, perhaps even not of this Earth?” Gun Roswell
Early morning after a heavy snowfall
The snowy blanket filled with footfalls
The early birds got up for skiing?
And down the snowy road now fleeing?
Or other kinds of unknown beings
Making themselves known?
“Peddle that bike! It’s your only ride! Don’t give up, just huff and puff and make it happen!” Gun Roswell
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up that slippery slope of a hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is pretty chill???
(Not it’s not!)
“Sometimes, Mother Nature sure does add the salt to the open wound, like on this day, when the world is really going to Hell in a large size hand basket and fast, it rains but it pours!” Gun Roswell
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell
A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.
But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.
And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!
“Dark as night, sweet as sin? What is that I hear calling me? Coffee!” Gun Roswell
Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!
“The runny nose, the coughs and shivers, yes indeed, it is the beginning of… winter?” Gun Roswell
Soon arriving will be the September sniffles
Thought of that gives me wrinkles
Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples
As it smiles with all its dimples
Life in August, was certainly smooth and simple
And today, is a week day, so just whistle
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