“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
“Even if it was hailing and storming or even of a worse fate, I would still make my way to the lake“ Gun Roswell
Grey clouds over the lake
The almighty weather gods, were definitely not, on my very side On this gloomy day, I had planned to venture, to the open wide Of the great lake, to possibly, set sail, as it always made me smile Not because of the sailing itself, even if it was all calming as heck But the mere feel of the wind on my back and the sun on my face The freedom of going anywhere else, or then just staying in place What ever it was to be said, about the waters cool, calming effect Today, it did not seem to be meant, for me at least, as a big dent In a form of a weather front, with the biggest of hugs and puffs As the winds were picking up, howling, and bringing up a gust Never seen on the side of this lake, or even on the dry of the land Clearly, it was no made up effect fake, but as I had already planned To spend the time, here outside, I would not let any kind of weather Keep me off of my pleasure of a leisure time, down by the lake side Rain or shine, or even pouring, cats and dogs hailing, I would not care As this was my time, and what ever happened, I would enjoy myself
“Riding along, singing a song, maybe, or at least, whistling a tune, when moving (read: slowly walking) towards the setting sun“ Gun Roswell
On the country road, towards the setting sun
“The time, is now,” to me, said the pasturing cow “To enjoy, this very moment, when the sun, is about to set, For tomorrow, another set of sorrows, will surely follow, So do not hesitate, go, move, crawl, walk, run, What ever it takes, just enjoy, this time, of the setting sun!”
It was the most and also quite likely, also the best set of any kind of advice I had ever received, and so, without further thought, I did then and there, decide To take up, on that very suggestion, and there on, without any further hesitation I took the first step, on the very long length, of this road, on the country side And started walking, way, way out there, towards the setting of the sun, divine
