“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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One seat, two seat – it’s Sunday!
“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell
Seats? On a Sunday?
Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok?
When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?
No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.
As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!
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Serially?
“Sweet and soft and heavenly? An odd combo maybe?” Gun Roswell
There is just
something about you
I am in lust
And only for you
I am finding it impossible
to stay away
Highly improbable
Anything would keep me at bay
I lost you
Luckily
I found you
My little bit of Heaven
By sweet sweet
I am up to seven
My one and only treat
My sweet chocolate bar
In a serial package
You didn’t venture too far
When I was tracking
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It’s May Day!
“The First of May. also Labour Day, a day filled with noise and balloons?” Gun Roswell
“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!
Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough
I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul
First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow
What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw
It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour
So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!
If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit
So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic
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Best of times, worst of times
“Kind of a cliche isn’t it just?” Gun Roswell
At each ending
There is always a new beginning
Recapping the time we had been spending
Was one good or just sinning
Deal with the bad
Its ok to feel sad
Sometimes to get mad
Enjoy the little things
If you feel like it, just sing
And remember, no one can change at a bells ding
Take care of self and others
Shout out, if feeling smothered
Think good thoughts
But when needed, dwell in the past
Nothing really lasts
At least not for that long
If you are very strong
Its good to be weak
For sometimes what you seek
Is not a reward or a price
Just someone being nice
And a kiss or a hug
Does not cost too much
In the end or the beginning
Its just time we are spending
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Behind the Trees
“Playing hide and seek like a kid?” Gun Roswell
When you look really hard
Into the horizon far
You’ll find something pretty
Behind the trees still shitty
A white ball of light
Shining so bright
Blinding if you stare too long
But the temptation is strong
Let the sunshine embrace you
And enjoy the new found you
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Because I Can?
“Sitting, is never good for you” Gun Roswell
I sit in my chair
With uncombed hair
Pyjamas for comfort
Yes, you can call me a dork
I eat what I want
Go to bed when I need
In the shower i chant
Until the neighbours ears bleed
You may call me a bad seed
What ever, I don’t break easily
I look like a troll
You may prefer a doll
But not made of plastic
The only thing close, is my waistband elastic
So I may not be too fantastic
But I feel pretty realistic
And I am
Just because I can
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