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!

Little Engine that could

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“Tiny little thing isn’t it!” Gun Roswell

Little Engine that could

Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows

In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder

Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes

The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn

Rain and Snow

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“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell

Rain and Snow

Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface

Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating

Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!

Sunday, again!

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“Sundays are the worst” Gun Roswell

Sunday, again!

Sunday has crept upon us again
It was just Friday a minute ago, then
This day turned up on the early morning clock
Without one single warning, we could not stop
The time from progressing further
No where to hide or turn there
Where we really wanted to go
Friday, and this time make it go slow

No more Sunday in the foreseeable future
This day, seems to be complete torture
A promise of silence and peace
A complete bliss and mind release
But what really happens on this day
Is the beginning of anxiety of the horrid Monday
When all freedom is ripped
And into the mundane rat race we are dipped
Where all hope goes to die
And our wings are clipped preventing us to fly

So why do I hate Sundays?
(Panic attack getting worse)

Because:
It’s the day next to Monday!!!

Just An Other Saturday?

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“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”

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Just An Other Saturday?

Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours

Just an other Saturday morning
In a month of Winter

More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur

But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?

Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find

On just an other Saturday

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Early Morning on a Saturday

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“Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.” Ursula K. Le Guin

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Early Morning on a Saturday 

Too early
Airport calling
Surely
You wouldn’t want to
Miss the flight
It took so long
And one
Sleepless night
To get there
Where ever
You now wanted
To go

Breathe in
Breathe out
Let the morning air
Cool and thin
Hitting your skin
Clear all doubt
For soon
Sea and sun
Will replace
The mundane
And it’s not even
A Monday!
Get the pun?

Sunset on Saturday

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“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.”
Carlos Santana

Sunset on Saturday

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A February Saturday
Opened up a gallery
Of a painted nature display
The setting sun
A web of colours spun
Across the horizon