Sleet and Snow

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“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell

Sleet and Snow

It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)

Crowd Control

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“Where there is a crowd, there is no control” Gun Roswell

Crowd Control

Pedestrians flocking on the busy streets
Trying hard not to trample each others feet
Crowding tightly into the smallest corner
None of them caring about any personal boarder

Pushing and shoving against each other
As over the traffic lights together they hover
There is no control over any actions
Just a lot of negative reactions

The crowd now growing larger and stronger
Soon there is no room between them any longer
Just one massive blob of humanity
Rolling down, in the busy streets, for all eternity

Snow Plow

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“When it snows it pours” Gun Roswell

Snow Plow

It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it
Especially since the snow storm hit
But on a pristine snowfall day
The snow pure white as it may
The view from the cockpit is quite charming
When moving forward and sometimes backing
Plowing away, clearing the roads
The outcome is great, even if the work is slow
Call it job security, from now until end of February
And if lucky, it will snow until June
Because the summer, it never comes too soon
Before you know it, it’s once again January!

Snowed In

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“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Snowed In

Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint

“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”

Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs

Coffee and Mousse aka Happy Valentine’s Day

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“A sweet filled day today!” Gun Roswell

Coffee and Mousse

A day filled with fun activities
Both solo and a few side kicks
Lot’s of breaks in between
The tables filled with delicacies never seen

Coffee, yes please
And then, what do I see?
Cakes and sweets
All them treats
Then the surprise
I see with my own eyes:
White chocolate mousse
How can I choose?!

Face and tummy filled with goodies
No questions left whether I should eat
Cannot say no to such fine produce
Coffee, cake, and even the chocolate mousse!

Bike ride in winter

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“Ride your bike, even in winter” Gun Roswell

Bike ride in winter

Down the slippery slop i go
Never ever wanting to go slow
They say follow the flow
But its a bit difficult in the snow

Riding on the icy roads ahead
Never knowing where the trails lead
But never trailing off from adventure
Even with a few benders and dentures

Summer winter spring or fall
My bike and i will never stall
Peddling away never stopping
Always on the road forward hoping

Snow will fall in winter

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“It’s still snowing!”Gun Roswell

Snow will fall in winter

Another day in the winter time
As I looked from my window outside
The snow came a pouring again
Like it had done every single day

Maybe i had been delusional before
When thinking it would be sunny and bikini weather all year long
But shoveling snow
Until I was totally bored
Was not on my life’s agenda
When this world I decided to enter

It may look all gorgeous from behind the glass
Snapping images with panacea
But winter wonderland grows old really fast
And today i wish it to only on pictures to last

Coffee Time

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“There is always time for coffee!” Gun Roswell

Coffee Time

A cup in the morning
Before you start yawning
A cup in the middle of the day
Will keep you from dismay
A cup in the evening
Well, it may let you sleep in
(The next day if you stay up all night)

Enjoy it in company
Enjoy it alone
Enjoy it with a sandwich
Enjoy it some more

A cup of coffee
Maybe with a butterscotch toffee
You can never go totally wrong
Especially, when the coffee is strong

Drink your coffee and be merry
Drink the coffee until the cup is empty
Drink when they pour another cup
Drink, yes, it’s coffee, never stop!

Snow Ride on a Bike

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“Riding a bike, in snow, in the middle of winter?” Gun Roswell

 

Snow Ride on a Bike

Early morning
The nature scorning
Snow and hail pouring

What to do
Cannot loose
The time, need to choose

Digging deep into the pile of snow
With a shower and a brush in tow
Trying to find my salvation, going slow

Finally, reaching it
This is where it hid
Under layers of white powder, shit

Finally brushed and dusted
The ride from last year a little rusted
But still working, well maybe, a little busted

The pedals and saddle
Not up to par, I ride gently
At first, then speed, well tentatively

Up the snowy hill I push
Against the wind’s gush
I know I need to rush

Down the hill seems easy
But I am feeling queasy
After all the effort, I need some cool breezes

The goal so close I can taste it
I am pushing my poor bike to hit
That personal mark, I can win this

Oh, it wasn’t a competition per say
Just a raise against the elements and time on the way
But now I am here and willing to stay

Got my survival kit
My face is lit
And I have won, winter: eat it!

On the Metro

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“Take a long ride on a short train” Gun Roswell

On the Metro

Eastward or westward bound
In an orange coloured train to be found
Riding neatly in a fashionable order
From the beginning to the farthest border

Hop on to one of the trains
They’re usually never too late
But it might feel a little bit of strain
To most of the time underground remain

Never mind the dark and dreary
Look out the window and you’ll be leering
The orange flashes reflecting from each surface
Paints many images on the fleeting canvas

Many a people climb on board
Everyone busily moving forward
Sometimes there is a crowd
And then it gets really really loud

When you reach your destination
Please embark the underground station
Look around the surrounding sights
Like a great tourist, you may like

When it’s time for the return trip
There is no need to bite your lip
If you feel like taking another tour
Remember, the metros run thirty times or more!