“The weather always changes, nature with it.” Gun Roswell
Here we are, so resilient
And utterly, quite brilliant
The wind blows
It only us slows
Hanging on
Even though,
The rest will be gone
Resilient part 3
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Resilient part 2
“Something about the change in weather?” Gun Roswell
It’s not a bird, on a wire
It tried hard, to get higher
But now, It’s just a bird, in dire
Sitting on that rock
For hours on end
Possibly in shock
Resilience not well spent
The bird now desperately sings
“Hey bird, just flap your wings
And fly away
Or you’ll end up someone’s prey”
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Resilient part 1
“Nature truly is, resilient.” Gun Roswell
“They boarded the air
I told ’em, it wasn’t fair
But instead, of growing angrier
I grew, even more stronger
Even changed my colours
So now, here on this fence
I sit and holler!
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Surviving a Monday
“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell
The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell
You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break
You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!
But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence
It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!
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Monuments
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
Exactly at noon
When the scorching sun
Hits the zenith
The local marketplace
Starts buzzing with life
As the tourist and other types
Come out to play
There is no shade
And certainly, no shame
As to:
What you do
What you wear
What you eat
Who you look at
Who you talk to
Who you ignore
And don’t forget
The glorious set
Of monuments, buildings
History of any era
When you roam around
The old school agora
The water and sun
Can also be a source of fun
When the day is ending
Then, consider some time
In the harbour spending
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On a wild ride
“Take a ride on the wild side” Gun Roswell
A ride on the minimalistic size motorbike
Turned out to be quite the interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat ass on its seat
But got on it anyway, as I never admit defeat
My knees bent, almost to the hilt
I am sitting here, on this smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies in my face
Yes, truly this is a memorable stage
Riding along the streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am funny as a buffoon
Cannot say I am enjoying the scenery
As the most concentration is used to keep the bike steady
But like all good (or bad) experiences my ride has ended
And I am really so glad this time to have wasted
In learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on this side of sanity
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Odds with Ends
“Gotta have the odds to reach the ends” Gun Roswell
Objet d’art
Or something smart
On the odds and ends
Our time we spend
Without our creature comforts
We might be up the rafters
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Grey but no rain?
“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell
Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly
I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight
I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide
Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth
Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned
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Time to build a summer cottage by the seashore
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
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
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Green and the rain
“Droplets on the leaves during spring rain” Gun Roswell
A picturesque scene
Setup
Just for
Darker days and green
Enjoy the pretty things
When the rain drops
When the bird sings
When the bugs hop
Because the spring
Will come to a stop
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