Two of the Same equals Duo

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“There is two of us, who look so much a like, almost, like we are a duo of some kind” Gun Roswell

Two of the Same equals Duo

If we look so much alike
And most of the same things we do like
Having the same taste in food, drink or clothing
Even the same tunes we do sing
Then aren’t we a pair?
A sort of a duo when we share?
A couple of the same
Not original as one but who’s to blame
If the two of us make a whole
Since we are form the same mold
We, are always together
No matter the time of weather
Twins, but of a different mother
Because we get each other
Nothing separates or divides
And only together, do we feel fine
We do the two step
Never alone the other let
Singing, dancing, sometimes prancing
Even if we are nothing to fancy
Just the two of us
On the roadside, or in the bus
Riding a tandem bike
And even if we sometimes fight
The invisible tether
Will always pull us together
So, all you singles and groups of threes, move over:
Just because, one plus one does equals a duo

Two Swans a Swimming

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“The birds are singing, by the seashore, they’ll be swans a swimming” Gun Roswell

Two Swans a Swimming

The two of them happily swimming
As they are against each other leaning
They are a duo, a couple at the lake
Nothing about them, can be called fake

They mate together for a long life
Giving each other those swan like smiles
On the nearby pond this summer they will stay
Keeping humans form their offspring away

Some may say if you listen real careful
You can sometimes hear something graceful
The two swans softly a serenading
When the are each other, in the calmness praising

Take a Hike, or to the Moon

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“When the working day is done, better have some fun, take a slow hike to the woods, or run amok trying to reach the moon” Gun Roswell

Take a Hike, or to the Moon

Take as slow hike up the winding path
Upon start, having no idea how long it lasts
Just enjoy the upon coming adventure
No matter where or when you venture

You may end up in a different place
Somewhere, where no one for long stays
But hurrying back is not an option at all
So move along, don’t try to stall

Maybe you’ll find a long lost treasure
Or just the atmosphere, for the leisure
Maybe you’ll end up to the moon
And get to swing on the stars as they loom

But once you get the urge to get back home
Just click on your heels, and think of Rome
Because every single road leads to the city
And getting lost, well, that is just a pity!

Doors and the Monochrome

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“Even in a black and white world, you can still find windows and doors, leading to another world” Gun Roswell

Doors and the Monochrome

The mystical hatches will open up to
Another world, a realm of magic and few
Other things you may not realize you
Needed, but always in secret, wished
For, and now into the this place whisked
You’ll never have to wonder anymore
What kinds of great things life has in store
For you, now that you reached the door
Open it, take a peek inside,
Look, listen, of what you can find
Once you let that imagination go wild
There is nothing better than that in life
Or at least in this magical realm
If you succeed long enough to delve
Then this is the place for you, forever

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

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“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes

Cats a Sleeping

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“When people are such jerks, you can always rely on cats, life’s furry perks” Gun Roswell

Cats a Sleeping

An early morning Saturday
Knowing, it would once again be Caturday
The furry felines took their time
Even if their keeper got up with the chime
The sounds of the dynamic duo snoring
Could be heard across the flooring
But the smile on the cats’ Hooman’s face
As the two furry felines were such a grace
To her otherwise dull weekend of the same
Would turn into a full day of playing and cuddling
Because this was the three of their thing
Sometimes, they even tried to sing
Since happiness had landed upon their dwelling

Snowflakes on a Friday

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“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”

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Snowflakes on a Friday

Snowflakes
In various shapes
A winter makes
Like icing on the cake
Covering the lakes
When it snows
There are no breaks
Just more and more
Snowflakes

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Coffee made me do it! (TBT)

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“Black as night, sweet as sin” Neil Gaiman

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Coffee made me do it!

Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!

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Welcome to Acropolis

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“It’s the travelling to the far corners of the earth which leaves one in awe” Gun Roswell

Welcome to Acropolis

Climbing the tall steps ever winding
Good thing I got great shoes my poor feet binding
No one warned it would be so hot and humid
But I can take it, just to see the ruins
A well-kept secret among the locals
There be so much more to see you need bifocals
Just to capture the essence of the ancient past
As all the structures are fading fast

But the good folks of this here country
Are trying to preserve this unmeasurable bounty
Restoring all with major care and respect
For us touristy types to enjoy and accept
That history is a great thing and needs to be preserved
And not just for the looks and feel of this heard
But to remember, it was all totally real
And to take pleasure of the past and its feel

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

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“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

Forming, a gigantic watery puddle
As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle
Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above
When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove
The mirror like and imperfect things
Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing
But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean
All of them rolling together, in one motion
Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land
Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan