“Narrow are the paths we travel” Gun Roswell
Narrow
The narrowest of streets I walk
No one here trying me to stalk
Only an alley cat at me will gawk
As I keep on going, fastening my pace
Looking forward to that new place
Because, for me, it’s always the chase
For something new and exiting
Something pleasant and inviting
For my mind and body, enticing
But what ever I find at the end
I know I wont long there spend
Because I know I usually tend
To leave, before the good things start
“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours. ”
Office Life
“It’s snowing outside”
She loudly out cried
When through the window eyed
But then, with one quick stride
Without even a good-bye
And to everyone’s surprise
She was gone like a spy
Out into the great wild
Also known as the outside
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday?
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
It’s six o’clock already, but I need to drive steady. The roads are iced and if I drive too fast, I will get sliced. As usual, after the weekend, Monday follows and so does the mania and the panic. Rushing here and rushing there. A never ending story of this writer’s life. Or does it apply to everyone?
Just when I thought it was safe to say, it’s going to be a peaceful day, all hell breaks loose. So who cooked the goose this time? All was fine, for a moment at least, but someone unleashed the beast. And yet again, another fire to fight! Ah this poor girl’s plight.
Several hours later, when once again, I have turned into a hater, of Mondays, the sun has come out to play! I’m secretely hoping it is here to stay! I rush out, leaving my gloves and coat behind. Never mind! The air is much warmer now. After all, only minus degrees of two, so what have I got to loose!
Reaching the seashore, the sunrise to score. Enjoying a few seconds, because the sun beckoned and then… it hits me. The coldest of winds, blowing in my face. Oh how I really hate… Winter!
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Animals and flowers up there
Painted on to the blue nature’s canvas
Alas never for long last
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Looking, like a large bird
Maybe it is an alien mother ship
Or just one super-human flying
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Something bright through layers peaking
Is this the odd object you’re seeking?
Then hurry up, it’s gone!
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“From a balcony window, reflections from the past” Gun Roswell
Dreams reflected
Looking, like a time warp
Appearing onto the windows, of every house
My dreams bounced all over
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“A ray of light on a cloudy day” Gun Roswell
Descending
Descending from the heavens above
A ray of hope and light, maybe?
But then, the storm breaks
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“A horror story waiting to happen” Gun Roswell
Monday, again
it is once again, monday
that ever hated day
when joe and jane average
turn to the weekly slaves
back to the coal mines and daily grind
only dreaming, of free time
so monday
why cant you stay away
we would forever
be grateful and avoid the fever
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“It’s creeping up on me again, Monday!” Gun Roswell
Monday
monday!
f***ing monday!
oh, how i loath thee
you always arrive
with a substantial fee
it should be
so clear to me
but i never seem, to see
how this day
always, creeps up, on me
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