Down, down, down the hill

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“Sometimes up is down, often times though, down is up, especially when falling off a really fast going sleigh. Alas, getting up and back on the track, the fun to be had when going fast down the hill.” Gun Roswell

When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top

“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”

<Crash, bang, boing>

“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”

The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures

Early Winter Mornings

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“The crisp of the air greeting your lungs, the freshly fallen snow covering nature all around, silence as nothing else is a wake, not yet… this is winter at its best, the early morning hours, just around sunrise” Gun Roswell

Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows

The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found

The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine

Something to be recycled?

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“Nothing wasted here, with every single piece refurbished and recycled, giving the lot a new lease in life.” Gun Roswell


Abandoned, discarded, of no more use
Maybe, we all have just a too short fuse 

When something is broken and no more works
Then we just run out and buy a new one like jerks 

Why not mend it, fix it, or make some repairs
Or just save it and use the parts as spares 

Perhaps even building something new, an artwork or something to be used?

If a neighbour or friend might need something dome, then simply share
After all, it’s better than throwing things away – it’s called care

Oh Winter, so cold, crisp and white yet harmonious thou be

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“Winter’s art painted all across the lands, fully on display for all to see. Never bland, despite the monochromatic form of it all, white and calm. And yet soon for it all to fade away” Gun Roswell


Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy covered dome
But, when the sun arrives, it paints a triple rainbow
The mere beauty of it all
Will bring you to an utter and complete awe

Concrete is what you see

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“The constructs made all the same, concrete is to blame” Gun Roswell

Structure break down
In this smallest of town
A minor human form
Could be the kind of a norm
In the cold concrete suburbia

The Good and the Evil?

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“Sometimes a sugary treat, will turn to be quite evil, even with the fruit and veggie filled meal having been consumed just before.” Gun Roswell

They say it is good for you
Healthy type of food
You must eat it
Possibly, even enjoy it
But who can really resist
The tempting siren song
Of the sugary spawn
Of a glazed donught
They said not to touch
But I really wanted it so much
Sneaking it out
In a hankerchief no less
I must confess
I ate the whole thing
With one big bite
Just out of spite
I really, really enjoyed it

The Golden Moment 

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“Something glowing up there in the skies, something, golden I spy, could it be…???” Gun Roswell


The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision

Monday Mood in Monochrome

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“The Monday, the one day, that can easily be spent, in the colour of Monochrome“ Gun Roswell


The Monday mood, in grey as per usual, spending time, under the doorway open wide, an archway they say, as past most of them sway, clearly, the news, of this day, today, being a Monday, has not reach their busy minds, but here, regular like clockwork, the chime indicated, it was that time, the start for a week, for those whom something new seek, but the grey overtones, make the day rather bleak, and so, hiding under the archway, is the best bet at least.

But there is beauty in the monochromatic world too, even as seen from below an obstructed view with some kind of a Monday hating attitude, as the vivid shades of greys keep chaining with the time of the day, the lighting, the shadows and all the other whatnots, but most of all, hiding under the way of arching rock, ain’t too bad after the initial shock, as it will be only for the one day, the day of the week, nobody really admits, is the crappiest of them all, but hey, stay low, as tomorrow, will be another Tuesday again.

Spend a day in nature

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“Something about nature, so calming and gorgeous, you never want to go back inside again?” Gun Roswell

Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight

Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking

The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking

The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway

The Voice – The Words – Listen?

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“Hearing the words spoken? Seeing those words written on the wall? They must all speak the truth? But are you listening?” Gun Roswell

“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked

“Listen to my voice”
It continued

“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned

Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement

I hear a voice
Anyone else?
Are you listening?