Just a Sunday

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“The week ends, on a Sunday, a silent or a stormy one, that is up to you, really” Gun Roswell

Just a Sunday

Early morning, birds outside the window screaming
Yes, it is definitely a Sunday, no peace for the one in dismay
The mere thought of calmness felt tingling, just last night while beckoning
For the end of the week to be arising, the one day for smiling
Alas, it was for nought, not at all what I had thought
A quiet day, seated, just, by my good ol’ self
But then, the doorbell rang, and someone in the shower sang
The kids in the streets, yelling bloody murder
Even if it was just a game of something blurred out there
Then the phones, yes plural, went off
All of them, there, on the table in a neat row
Always someone out there wanting something to be done
Just because, hey, it was your day off, right? Not reserved for fun!
As the morning turned to noon, which by the way, came too soon
The after hours after that, turned out to be just as bad
Finally the evening lurked around the corner
I saw the sun starting to set, just looking out of border
The whole day of Sunday spent, not in peace and quiet
No, but like a circus or some other type of crowded event
I know I should not be complaining, just and simply explaining
Never plan ahead too much, because you’ll end up doing much too much

The Galaxy in a Coffee Cup

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“Keep the world in a jar, and the galaxy in a coffee cup” Gun Roswell

The Galaxy in a Coffee Cup

At first, there was, the darkness only
The light, a mere speck, trying to come forth boldly
The universe, just beginning to form
A calm sense all around, like before the storm

And then, without warning, all hell broke loose
Because someone, apparently, had forgotten to turn on the snooze
The coffee maker huffing and puffing, like it was snoring
And in the process, pilling the dark liquid, all over the flooring

For some, this might have been the perfect sign
That all, in the universe, was anything but fine
But for others, it merely meant, that the coffee was spilt
And there would be some effort to clean up the dirt

Alas, the old adage, keeping oneís eggs all in one basket
Might have simply gotten blown the electrical casket
And the lesson learned here might be, that keeping the galaxy
In just one single cup, might not be the best choice up

Or then, just simply, drink your coffee when it’s ready
And do not forget to switch off the machine making it!

The ever calming rain, over my window pane

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“There is just something so calming about the rain, even if it pounds against the windows, leaving them stained” Gun Roswell

The ever calming rain, over my window pane

The rain fell, so hard, on to the ground
On its way, pounding, on each and every surface, so loud
It woke me up, with a huff, in the middle of the night
And, as I tried to reach, for any kind of light
There was nothing there to find, only darkness
Remained there, for its very cold hardness
Of not being able, to go back to sleep again
And it was all so much, just because of the rain

But as I lay in my ever comforting bed
After finally having stopped tossing and turning, but instead
Started really listening, to the wondrous melodies
Played by the still storming weather, now harmonious
Making sounds outside my small window sills
The calming effects, where starting to slowly feel
On my tired body and mind, finally, shutting down
And before I could think, of anything more
I was in deep sleep, with only sounds of my snores

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

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“The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

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“Rain fall, during the Autumn months? Simply so, because of its namesake, the Fall” Gun Roswell

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

Still and dark water, lay in perfect silence, on the hardest of grounds
It was there, simply for the one single reason; the dark cloud, let it fall down
Searching, hard, everywhere, and all around, for any kind of lighter shroud
Alas, the all saving light, was no where to be found

A flower of the day

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“The flowers are still blooming” Gun Roswell

A flower of the day

The flower for today
Here on a nice display
Not a pretty little thing
Just a bad drawing
Done in haste
But did nit want it to go to waste
A naive painting
Will not be the zing
But if you gave a quirky smile
That will do for a while

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

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Maybe, it’s a wormhole? A gateway to other far away lands? Or then, it simply is the sun shining today?” Gun Roswell 

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

The skies of today, are completely filled with clouds
Some might say, an old mystery it totally shrouds
But then the others, dream of another type of scenario there
Where, a pathway opens up abruptly, to new vistas and spheres 

But whatever and whose ever the train of thought 
Whatever you or others wished for and sought 
Always keep on looking, high up towards the changing skies
Who knows what interesting things there you may eventually find!

Monday aesthetic

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“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell 

Monday aesthetic 

The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty 

Secluded seat off street

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“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell

Secluded seat off street 

The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead 
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance 
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner 
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har! 

The Sign

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“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”

The Sign

Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives