Closed for summer (haiku)

“Open the door please, I want in!” Gun Roswell

A weekend getaway for two 
Stopped by a sign at the door
Closed for summer, go away!

Middle of the week

“The Mid-week blues is once again going around” Gun Roswell

Early morning
The day still dawning
I am yawning 

Too damned early
For any kind of bird
And even for the worm

Back to sleep is not an option
Better prepare a caffeine concoction
To get my gear up and running

Too dark, too cold
Winter day, well, I’m not sold
Stepping out feeling bold

But the it hits me
Like a wall there be
Cold air cannot breathe

Running to the car
But cannot get too far
Now i figure this wasn’t smart

Everything is frozen solid
This is certainly no time to frolic
Running inside in a panic

Today is a day best spent indoors
Closing all shutters and doors
Maybe a warm fire will settle the score

Minus twenty seven degrees
Will make you sneeze
In your footsteps to freeze

And wish for those hot summer days
Which just a few months ago left you in dismay
Now wishing they would have stayed

Weather, can’t beat it, ever!

Scream and Shout, for Coffee

“Not without my coffee, ever!!” Gun Roswell

Drag me by my feet
You cannot let me go without my treat
I can’t even make a tweet
If you won’t give me what I seek

I will scream at out of my fullest lungs
Tease me, and I will stick out my tongue
Shout so hard until there is no doubt
I want, need, have to have my coffee

I will not leave
I will not heave
I will not achieve
I will not be

Without my coffee I am nothing
I cannot function or do anything
I am devastated if I don’t drink
Without that wonderful liquid, I cannot think

Not without my coffee
Never without my coffee
See the pattern forming?
Consider this a warning!

Now, gimme my coffee!

Perfection

“Nobody’s perfect, right?!” Gun Roswell

Welcome, to perfection!
A full life circle in reflection
Leave all your troubles outside
The only rule applied
Before entering the great open wide

Perfection is the emotion you feel
Perfection is the person you love
Perfection is life without care
Perfection is loving yourself

You are now leaving perfection
You only sampled a tiny bit of the selection
Is there something we did to dampen
Any experience you may have wanted
To try out in abundance?

I am not perfect
You are not perfect
Life is not perfect
Perfection
Is just an illusion

Weekend time

“It’s some kind of week-end happening?” Gun Roswell

Finally the time has arrived
So give yourself a big high five
It’s that hour of the day
When at work you need no more to stay
The weekly grind is over
And you have all the power
To spend each and every moment
Either all or in separate instalments
The time and space is yours alone
Just remember, they cannot be cloned
But, do not try to be too bold
Or you’ll be left out in the cold
Enjoy this precious time of the week
Do whatever your heart may seek
After all this free time is given only
Once each week to the all the lovely
People working their butts off for the company
Selling their souls naturally;)

Three times winter’s sun

“Let there be light”

A brightly glowing round light in the afternoon skies, caught my curious little eyes, as through the window blinds I tried to spy, at a bird high up towards the clouds trying to fly

It was a wondrous sight, which almost gave me a fright, at first glance looking outside, as it had been dark for so long in my mind, i had already forgotten this marvel in my blackened plight

As I kept staring, at the light so glaring I felt my insides flare, feeling the warmth inside and out, leaving me no further doubt, that I and my kind, had been saved from the winter’s grind and could be expecting life, to turn up brigt each day from now on, as the sun would grow more strong

But alas today was not yet the day, as the setting sun would now display, the days would keep getting lighter, as the sun was being the champion fighter, but enduring the harshness and the cold for a little while longer, was easier now, after getting a dose of the bolder brought by the shining globe

Something, something, wild side?

“I have no idea?” Gun Roswell 

I have no new ideas 

My mind is completely blank

Writing this un-rhyming poem

Is the only thing of I could think

Something, something…

I guess is better than

Nothing?

But I do what I can

(Do I really?)

Scribbling on my smart phone

Trying to create the perfect poem

And simply realising I am just repeating

The one missing thing all over again

So I am stopping

Right here, right now

Before my brain is popping out

I will try to take a break

From being a writer fake?

Red-Yellow (Haiku)

“Flowers with so many powers” Gun Roswell

Flowers of red and yellow
Garden now full, in a month null
Enjoy the beauty before gone

I am not a perfectionist, but I always see the tiniest of flaws

“Flaw makes perfect?” Gun Roswell

A flaw here, another there!

So many flaws, I have some to share!
I’ve never been inspired to be the greatest
But neither am I among the totally flakiest

But in the years of late for sure
I have started to think of maybe, a cure?
For that nit-picking nagger, who’ll find all them flaws

Or maybe, just maybe, give it the hee-haw!?

Red

“Fire and fury, that is the colour, right?” Gun Roswell

Red, like a glorious sunset
Red, like the face after a long fight
Red, fierce, fabulous, jaw-dropping
Red, just like my very own life?