Spring kind of weather, it really is!

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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…

But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall

WTF?

Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!

Eerie on a Friday

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“Friday’s are inheritable freaky, aren’t they? Hence the term, Freaky Friday, because you’ll never know, what kinks the weekend may bring…” Gun Roswell’

Eerie on a Friday

The early hours of the morning
Came, with a dire warning
The powers that be, were none too happy
And sending down, weather oh so crappy
Which was their way of utter kind of revenge
On to the lowly populous down on the ground now clenched
There was no sunshine to be seen
Alas also, no stormy clouds, on the skies kind of pristine
Only an eerie, soggy, all compassing shroud
Could be felt, across the people, the land, and all around
The visibility next to none
The kids, gloomy, loosing their fun
What kind of living could this be
Since there was nothing or no one to be seen
Yielding to their horrific fate
The dwellers down below resorted to prays
Trying their all to sooth down the tall
For several long hours of wait
The gods above, started to hesitate
Maybe then had been way to harsh
For the people living on the soggy marsh
Waving their hands of power
The fog, the mist, the eerie, was soon devoured
By a low glowing ball like thing
The light, which softly stated to sing
The surroundings soon starting to change
Into something more pleasant with less pain
The people below now thanking the gods above

A lesson with great price learnt
As the message “Never again, take you weather gods for granted”, was sent

Need a Haircut

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“The bangs are too long, when they stop only at your nose, then it’s time for a trim” Gun Roswell

Need a Haircut

When the hair just keeps on growing
And it is, way past that time of showing
Soon enough, some scissors need to be into the mix throwing
Certainly, will not be as easy, as lawn mowing

But if you really want a trim of the layers of multiple hair
Then better yourself adventure to some hair specific fare
Where the barbers will there be plenty of
Choosing should be easy without much of a scoff

Finally loosing all that winter filled hair wool
The feeling of lightness will totally and utterly fool you
As the hair so heavy, is all but a memory forgotten
With a new spring in your step, towards the summer you’ll be hopping

Winter Shadows

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“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell

Winter Shadows

As the spring time approaches
It’s time to dim down the torches
The sun getting so high
Up in the bright blue sky
It is so unusual and unexpected
Almost as if everyone somehow neglected
Is the brightness and lightness of it all
Because ever since the time of fall
Darkness was all these creatures would know
But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends
Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect
All those happy thoughts one could do
When the nature and mankind alike
Start their journey out of the blue
Stepping into the now blinding light
Shedding their winter gear just out of spite
For, spring, followed by summer
Can never be, a total down letting bummer

Cathedralesque

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“Take a good look around you, there are lots of great experiences in the mundane world”
Gun Roswell

Cathedralesque

Not exactly a church to pray in
Nor a place to take a seat in silence
As all the people passing by
Make noises, some low, some quite high
But the feel of the space
Is nothing short of admiration to lay
Upon modern architecture used every day
Even the mundane comes to live
If you let your imagination fly high

Hanging from the ceiling or a trick?
The simple every day things hung up, quite slick!
The colourful bottles used for liquids consumed
At work, on the run or even with great food
The feeling of an artwork in a cathedral or a museum
Never fails to loose interest in something so awesome
The perception of the high in the room
Will make any onlooker soon to swoon
Here is where the mundane comes alive
And for me, myself and I, that is simply divine!

Calming Sunsets

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“Something so calming about sunsets, even if you don’t manage a picture snap” Gun Roswell

Calming Sunsets

Painted across the afternoon’s sky
A rainbow palette just like on the fly
Mother Nature’s intention to make us smile

Watching the ever changing hues
Will surely chase away the blues
Waking up all kind of new clues

For planning life for the times ahead
Not an easy task, with all the shared
Bad going around in this world flared

But staring at the sunset so gorgeous
Will make us all want form a moment to forget
The life as we know it and become a poet

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

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“Take a short ride, up and down the slide, also known, as an escalator” Gun Roswell

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

What is your choice, when you want to go up?
When the walking makes internal noises, and you end up with a huge huff?
Even when the legs won’t carry you all the way down
What can you do, but really put on a frown?

Is there a simple answer to this constantly nagging everyday dilemma?
OK, so this problem might not be high up there, as it ain’t so stellar
But what if you had a set of stairs
Where you could easily “walk” up and down, and even in pairs?

The answer may be quite easy and simple to implement
For, all you need to do is make a call post haste
To the local technically inclined stairway maker
And get for yourself one of them cool and fancy escalators

Caturday Hunt

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“The hunter cats, are on the prowl, naturally, it’s Caturday!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Hunt

The two leaders of the hunter cats
Walked up to each other for a quick chat
Planning all of their next moves
As around the street they grove
This is all carefully thought
All, this, the Caturday plot
Nothing the hunter cats do is random
That is why they got such a great fandom
Even the kittens join the litter
Some even adorned with glitter
The bigger ones teaching and guiding
Soon they all will be thriving
In this Saturday hunt
For the cats so very blunt

Simplicity

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“There is nothing wrong with being simple, living simple and expecting only simple things to happen” Gun Roswell

Simplicity

Reflected, on to the side wall
A simple, darkened, shadow so tall
The black figure really contrasted
As against to wall, it is plastered
When the afternoon light, ever so bright
Shines upon the statuesque tree, quite tight
And so is, the simple tall tree
For everyone’s eyes to really see
The beauty of it now visible
When before it seemed so neglectable
Definitely, quite photogenic now
As it came to life in this moment somehow
The simple tree of a trunk
Now has everyone on watching on the ground
Until such time the sun will go down
And the tall willowy, simple tree
Into the darkness of the night will flee

Pinkish Moon

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“The moon shines brightly, even if the colour is slightly, pink” Gun Roswell

Pinkish Moon

The skies of the early morning hours
The colours from pitch black turning to likes of flowers
The bluish hue, fading to a bright purple too
Then softly, all the various pinks start a popping
Turning the darkly lit skies to something nice
Just like someone sprinkled, some sugar and spice
The object in question, might be for a while hiding
But as the colours are turning that much brighter
Soon, the moon, too, will be, totally smiling
And then, there will be partying, singing and dancing
For all us moon children on the ground prancing

Viva la rosa Luna!