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“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell
Saturday, spent with Cats
When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind
They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such
A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore
“Come into the dark side, we have, lots of different coffee”
Never, without my Coffee!
I freely, and out of guilt, admit it
I am, totally, and utterly, addicted
To the one finest organic suspension
One of the human existences’ greatest inventions
Coffee
If gets me up, in the too early morning
So read this, as a forewarning
To save yourself, from any kind of scorning
Do not, ever, get between me, and forever, my
Coffee
If you want your own day
To be completely inventive and stay
On top of the whole wide world
Life, ever so delightfully twirled
Coffee
So do, take my advice
Don’t ever, think twice
Pour yourself, a big cup of java
It totally beats the hell out of guava
Coffee
Your fellow human kind
Never, ever looked so fine
The world completely filled with love
If everyone, joined me, in a cup of
Coffee
What else can I say?
Coffee
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring kind of weather, it really is!
The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…
But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall
WTF?
Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!
“Thar be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat, two cats, three cats
At first, one solemn cat appeared
Then another joined it on the pier
Then a third one from somewhere
Came along side the two dears
Turning my head along the beach
I thought that the total number had reached
But as I turned back to take a look
Something really inside me shock
The litter had grown to a number so high
I thought it was about to take flight
The cats had come out en masse
And it wasn’t any kind of religious mass
As they all started to meow
It would have scared the farmers cow
The noises raining everywhere so loudly
As the felines were singing proudly
Then an instant it all stopped
And before anyone realized
All them cats, were gone
“Friday’s are inheritable freaky, aren’t they? Hence the term, Freaky Friday, because you’ll never know, what kinks the weekend may bring…” Gun Roswell’
Eerie on a Friday
The early hours of the morning
Came, with a dire warning
The powers that be, were none too happy
And sending down, weather oh so crappy
Which was their way of utter kind of revenge
On to the lowly populous down on the ground now clenched
There was no sunshine to be seen
Alas also, no stormy clouds, on the skies kind of pristine
Only an eerie, soggy, all compassing shroud
Could be felt, across the people, the land, and all around
The visibility next to none
The kids, gloomy, loosing their fun
What kind of living could this be
Since there was nothing or no one to be seen
Yielding to their horrific fate
The dwellers down below resorted to prays
Trying their all to sooth down the tall
For several long hours of wait
The gods above, started to hesitate
Maybe then had been way to harsh
For the people living on the soggy marsh
Waving their hands of power
The fog, the mist, the eerie, was soon devoured
By a low glowing ball like thing
The light, which softly stated to sing
The surroundings soon starting to change
Into something more pleasant with less pain
The people below now thanking the gods above
A lesson with great price learnt
As the message “Never again, take you weather gods for granted”, was sent
“The bangs are too long, when they stop only at your nose, then it’s time for a trim” Gun Roswell
Need a Haircut
When the hair just keeps on growing
And it is, way past that time of showing
Soon enough, some scissors need to be into the mix throwing
Certainly, will not be as easy, as lawn mowing
But if you really want a trim of the layers of multiple hair
Then better yourself adventure to some hair specific fare
Where the barbers will there be plenty of
Choosing should be easy without much of a scoff
Finally loosing all that winter filled hair wool
The feeling of lightness will totally and utterly fool you
As the hair so heavy, is all but a memory forgotten
With a new spring in your step, towards the summer you’ll be hopping
“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell
Winter Shadows
As the spring time approaches
It’s time to dim down the torches
The sun getting so high
Up in the bright blue sky
It is so unusual and unexpected
Almost as if everyone somehow neglected
Is the brightness and lightness of it all
Because ever since the time of fall
Darkness was all these creatures would know
But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends
Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect
All those happy thoughts one could do
When the nature and mankind alike
Start their journey out of the blue
Stepping into the now blinding light
Shedding their winter gear just out of spite
For, spring, followed by summer
Can never be, a total down letting bummer
“Take a good look around you, there are lots of great experiences in the mundane world”
Gun Roswell
Cathedralesque
Not exactly a church to pray in
Nor a place to take a seat in silence
As all the people passing by
Make noises, some low, some quite high
But the feel of the space
Is nothing short of admiration to lay
Upon modern architecture used every day
Even the mundane comes to live
If you let your imagination fly high
Hanging from the ceiling or a trick?
The simple every day things hung up, quite slick!
The colourful bottles used for liquids consumed
At work, on the run or even with great food
The feeling of an artwork in a cathedral or a museum
Never fails to loose interest in something so awesome
The perception of the high in the room
Will make any onlooker soon to swoon
Here is where the mundane comes alive
And for me, myself and I, that is simply divine!
“Something so calming about sunsets, even if you don’t manage a picture snap” Gun Roswell
Calming Sunsets
Painted across the afternoon’s sky
A rainbow palette just like on the fly
Mother Nature’s intention to make us smile
Watching the ever changing hues
Will surely chase away the blues
Waking up all kind of new clues
For planning life for the times ahead
Not an easy task, with all the shared
Bad going around in this world flared
But staring at the sunset so gorgeous
Will make us all want form a moment to forget
The life as we know it and become a poet
“Take a short ride, up and down the slide, also known, as an escalator” Gun Roswell
Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator
What is your choice, when you want to go up?
When the walking makes internal noises, and you end up with a huge huff?
Even when the legs won’t carry you all the way down
What can you do, but really put on a frown?
Is there a simple answer to this constantly nagging everyday dilemma?
OK, so this problem might not be high up there, as it ain’t so stellar
But what if you had a set of stairs
Where you could easily “walk” up and down, and even in pairs?
The answer may be quite easy and simple to implement
For, all you need to do is make a call post haste
To the local technically inclined stairway maker
And get for yourself one of them cool and fancy escalators
Rantings Of A Third Kind 