“It is great to find magic in the mundane, especially on a sad day of Monday” Gun Roswell
Sunshine on a Mundane Monday
Look, who decided finally to show up And for a while there I was starting To get all upset and wound up!
Then quickly, I am up from the tub Grabbing a hold of my favourite cup And then towards the outside, With a set of a few huffs and puffs I dare to go And yeah, none too slow!
Just before, that is, My all time favourite show On the television, is up! As the sun decided to turn up Way too late of the day Much to all those waiting And now complaining! But hey, it’s Monday So what did you expect!?
“There is nothing better to do with your day, than hang loose, right?” Gun Roswell
Hanging loose
There is nothing to it, just let it hit, that feeling of total nothingness, when you really could not care less, whether things will get done or not, even if is none too cold or hot. The one simple truth of this day is, that you simply want to, hang loose.
There is nothing wrong with that, even if someone at you spat, that sentence so familiar, you just want to ignore it all. But, the words hit hard nevertheless, “Get off of your lazy ass you bitch!” Well to those I have only one thing to say: “Hang loose!” As this is the best way.
And if this is not the exact play with which you want to stay, then hey, all of you not wanting to simple be lazy, go, get, be crazy, and slay, slay, slay that day. I know you will all be too tired to anything else so, why not try to, hang loose?
Whether it’s Monday or any other day, and it feels like it’s too much in your own skin to stay. Then follow this one rule of thumb. Get yourself something fun to do, like, I don’t know, hang loose?
“Coffee, the only sustenance devised which will save me from the dreaded Monday!“ Gun Roswell
Hey, it’s Monday, so it’s time for a lo-ooong coffee break!
The morning starting like any other, only it was not like most, as it was, the dreaded day of a doomsday Monday. So, the only option, was to make my precious morning concoction, as strong as it could possibly be, for you see, me, and the Monday, do not like each other very much. So, we both try to ignore each other, wherever possible, but that is not always the case. As you see sometimes, well, each and every week lately, we have had an obligatory meeting. Calling each other off the game, would sound totally lame to someone else, alas, me and the Monday have been on this sparring match of a sorts forever, and well, there is no sings of this to stop. Due to no fault of my own, ask anyone known, the Monday started this all. How you may ask? Well, simply by appearing into my very own life, out of nowhere, out of the blue, as it was there me for whatever reason to sue! So, from the very beginning we both hated each other and after a while of clashing, agreed to avoid one and other where possible. Alas, that is not the case these days anymore. So, holding on, to my concoction this early in the dawn, sipping from the litre of a cup, with a huff and a puff, I only dare to venture out there, to the awaiting, Mondays!
“Monday’s might be totally blue, but the houses of red will cheer you up for sure!” Gun Roswell
Red houses for a blue Monday
You may hate Monday’s because they will make you totally blue like In feeling and mood and worse case scenario, your face so fright But then something so wonderfully delightful catches your very eye Red coated homes at the end of the street as they stand in perfect pose Surely such colourful things will take your kind off the Monday’s dose? So, do not be afraid, but a step inside, through the door open wide And then, make your way, shedding off the Monday’s saddening dismay Maybe, even for a while stay, and let the colours your blue to red claim
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Harbour Life
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
“So, Monday, we meet again! I really was not looking forward to this, at all, any chance we can stall this?”Gun Roswell
Monday, we meet again
I knew you were so much trouble As soon as I had laid my eyes on you Like the good old space telescope Hubble Or some kid without proper shoes I would be so totally and completely lost If I didn’t have you? (That’s a joke right?)
Yeah, what would any kind of week be Without us, human kind of people, to curse thee Because it can really only get better After, this dreaded day of a Mon-dee
“Nothing more pretty in the late evening sky, as nature painting it red, then adding a pretty sunset, with a whole big sigh, but still, causing a smile“ Gun Roswell
Red as in a gorgeous sunset
The sky once again painted, in the colour of burning red. The flavours of the colour, easily leaving behind some nice smelling odours, hints of them wafting about long after, it had been the time say goodnight, going to bed, sleeping tight and dreaming, of the next sunset without a bet, would be there, in the stratosphere.
But, it is not just the red of the overall scene, which makes it all worth seeing. It is the epitome of all things beautiful, totally memorable and the one thing, anyone could look forward to at the end of a very long day. A sunset most magnificent, a heavens sent, quite literally, never to be missed.
“Almost every Monday I feel the need to smell the roses, after all, they bring the bling to the mundane” Gun Roswell
Red Roses for Mondays
Roses are always, oh so very red Violets, well the can also be, the darkest of blues But then again, so am I, always on a Monday, so very divide So, please, try not so hard me to mind As this poem too, is so completely, and totally out of any kind of rhyme
“It’s Monday again, Mundane Monday, yeah that one!” Gun Roswell
Mundane Monday, Once Again
No matter if you are travelling or at homeThere is always something mundane going onDuring the first day of the weekYou might not always really find what you seekBut look around what the world of mundane will bringYou may be surprised of the same old thingsLook so much different depending of the mood or lightSome of them coming finally to lifeThere is art where you least expect it to be adoredJust grab your camera and a new attitude and go to exploreIt may be Monday, that one specific dayWe all love so much to hate, well, at least of it debateJust call it the beginning of an interesting week to enjoyBecause Friday will get here sooner than you have time to shout:“Ahoy!”
“I am always there, inside my coffee, weird huh?“ Gun Roswell
Inside my coffee
Inside my coffee I live, love and like Just the way things are right now; right Very, very dark and quite strong Oh, but please, Really, do not get me all wrong As sometimes, well, often times actually The total and utter staleness gets me mad And then I turn all sour and oh so very sad But then I remember that one perfect thing Which is, That I live inside my coffee and I start to sing Praises of the liquid Which I can never get sick with As I swim around my little pond Filled with coffee, oh so strong Too much? Yes, well, maybe, but I got the luck As my dwelling, is my stuff of drinking And even if I sometimes tend to be sinking Deep, deep into the other end This is the place, my coffee blend Where all my time, I so love to spend
Rantings Of A Third Kind 