Friday

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“Friday I’m in love?” Gun Roswell

Friday

Tomorrow, I have to borrow
Skip today, like it was yesterday
Friday, my hero, without you, I am zero
The day of wonder, the day of bliss
Oh, how I have you, each day missed

I am sorry you had to go away
I wished, really, for you to stay
But I know, you cannot be everyday
So I am trying to enjoy, each and every day
But Friday, I miss you any way

Friday, always on my mind
Friday, is always so kind
Friday, yes, that is my day
Friday, I am in love with you
Friday, you are the only and true

The Wednesday Poem

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“Half way through, half way to go, with one day to spare, Wednesday!” Gun Roswell

The Wednesday Poem

Midweek
Still trying to find
Without knowing
What I seek

Wednesday!
Hurry the hell up
Only few more to go
Until it’s Friday

In the middle
Playing an out of tune fiddle
Nothing about to giggle
It’s like threading a needle

Two down two more to go
Standing
Still unmoving in the middle of it all
Planning

Because…

Friday
That’s my very day
The weekend ahead
With plenty of rest

Half way done
Part of the fun
Wednesday
That ain’t no pun!

My big bloated head

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”Huge giant head, larger ego, totally a major headache” Gun Roswell

My big bloated head

My head big and giant
My body compared, tiny like an ant
None too reliant
For carrying such a heavy load

How did I end up on this road
Did I follow the toad or crow?
Neither, was the smarter
So I decided to do it on my own

Selling, compelling, telling
To the rest of the world yelling
I am the greatest, I am trying best
Put me on whatever test

They all loved me at first
The hunger grew with the thirst
Out there and everywhere
I went with no time to spare

Believing my own jargon
I finally was too far gone
My head kept swelling
The louder I was yelling

So here I sit in total solitude
Holding my big giant head
I was expecting gratitude
But in the end, only to my own devices left

Three cats sleeping tightly

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“The cats like to pack up, when going to sleep, for warmth and all that, I guess, or then, it’s something else completely” Gun Roswell

Three cats sleeping tightly

When cats, take a nap, they bundle up, snuggly with as many of them in there, tightly

This might just be, for the companionship, or for the warmth, or perhaps, because they can

Curling up, their flexible bodies in balls, as only the cats can, but also across the surface span

Widely and tall, even if they seem quite small, still, giving your very own bed, just to let

Those furry felines to have a rest, well, that is the way of the keepers of them cats

Letting them rest up, when even they must, and if you are lucky to have more than a few

Then maybe you can catch them all in a bunch of perhaps, they decided to make a row

Soon enough sleeping tightly, and leaving the keeper of them smiling as cats are cats

Be that a Caturday on a Saturday, or any other day of the week, they really do like to sleep

And sleep you must let them do, and soon enough follow maybe to a sleep you will them too

The smell of sweet Coffee

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“Coffee, by any other name” Gun Roswell

The smell of sweet Coffee

That, sweetest of smells
Myself, totally sells
Oh, let’s no longer dwell
Or at each other hatefully yell

But go get, what’s at the end of, that rainbow, which looks and smells, so adorable

Because, all I know for sure
Is that, the world go for a hurl
My hair would wind into curls
If I don’t get my cup of pure

Gold, dark, sustenance
Made of the finest materials
The smell so sweet and extravagant
It gives me the soul reason for existence

Coffee, by any other name, would smell as sweet

My command functions are off-line

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“All command functions are off-line, which usually happens during most days”Gun Roswell

My command functions are off-line

It is, thirty one degrees
Sunshine as far as the eye can see
Hot in the house, hot out side
Contemplating on the dilemma divide

It is summer and July
Should I stay indoors or go outside
Sitting slack by the air cooler divine
And if I don’t move, I am feeling just fine

Alas, it is summer, the time of fun, outside in the warming sun
But, once trying to feel the air with a pinky
Opening the door, the heatwave hits me
Why this is unnatural and does not fit me

There is no way for a northerner to survive
In that weather of plus degrees, remaining alive
When we were built more suited for the opposite scale
And in minus thirty degrees prevail

Slouching in my chair, without any thought or care
I really though it was best to share
Before falling into complete despair
And soon, all my command functions are gone totally offline

This little Brain o’ Mine

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“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell

This little Brain o’ Mine

This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind

So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate

Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

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Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!

“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell

Oh Gravity!

I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!

Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!

And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!

So yeah, wider!

Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?

Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm

But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

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“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken

No time to digress

The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now

Forgotten

Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong

Cannot help but laugh

It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold

Totally so, without hesitation

One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse

Ending up, in a hearse

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

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“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects
 
 So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?