Snow and Ice, everything nice?

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“The snow always falls when you are not looking, at least it seems that way, especially when you standing there waiting with a shovel!” Gun Roswell

The snow, does not wait for anyone, rather falls where it may, especially when the weather is too cold for rain or sleet so, without the heat, all of it, landing wherever it may, will freeze, thus laying a protective cover, all over the place. And if you are lucky enough to get a sunny day in your zone, then those frozen particles of snow, will most certainly get to shine and glow in the warm but cold sun shine all day, or rather short day long up in the North.

So, whether you are a fan of the winter, the cold and harsh environment, where all is frozen and covered with snow, then this season will most likely be treating you with all kinds of nice. But if you are a total hater of the cold and cannot stand to even look outside, well, maybe just take one small peak, because no matter hater of lover, this snowy treat of a cover, where the whole place looks like it is frozen in time, will certainly give you a small smile.

Working for free, really?

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“Low paid dead end job without any prospects for improvement” Gun Roswell

Each day, slaving away
No thanks, no rewards
Just expected to score
Working for the man
As best as I possibly can
Always stretching, always reaching
Considered the reliable one
Never any time for fun
More was always expected
And doing that your own life neglected
When its finally time for rest
You had done your very best
The walls came up
With a loud puff
You can take the time, but no pay
That is what they strictly said
If you want pleasure
A time for some leisure
Do it on your own dime
Do not waste our time
Alas, I am now broke
Almost having a stroke
There is no winning 
The corporates just keep on stinging
Do you hear me singing
No, never, I think I will give in
Throw in the towel and start walking
The narrow path
How long can it last
After all?

Step into the light

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“Shades of grey and then, light – summer is here, right? Not just yet!” Gun Roswell

Living, in the shadows
In all shades of grey
Before going, to the gallows
I need to see, the day

Stepping, into the light
The first time, without a fright
Before entering, the eternal night
I am giving up, the fight

Washing, my face, with rays
Of sun, never seen, in this place
I know, this is, out of grace
Before leaving, to outer space

Stepping, carefully, in and out
Back to the shade, the light so loud
This is how my path was laid
Even if, this, is not what I prayed

If time, once again, me allows
I will remain, a while, in the hollow
Between, light and shadow
Walking the path, so narrow

Bonbons and onions

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“Salty and sweet anyone?” Gun Roswell

Bread, made of whole rye
All so healthy, and that’s just fine
Cheese, of the lightest of kind
On top a few onions, and maybe some wine

Food, disappearing off the plate
What was fully stacked has now been ate
If you dared to arrive really late
Then nothing for you, but a hungry state

After all has been consumed
There remains only one more thing to do
When the colour plate forward is brought
Everyone digging in, as it was everything they sought

Bonbons yummy, with liquorice and chocolate hidden inside
Trying them equally for all to divide
But when you think it’s your turn, all but one gone
So, only thing to do, is go and get some more

Windmills

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“Producing electricity to one and all – windmills!” Gun Roswell

The tall windmills
Cannot stand still
In a stormy winds

Tethered to the ground
Always, spinning around
So, do not stare too long

Producing energy
For your home electricity
History for the city

Windmills made in three
Overlooking the seas
Never running out of steam

Closed for summer (haiku)

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“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

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“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

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“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

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“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

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“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;)