“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery” Bill Watterson
Snow
A fresh coat of snow
With a wintry glow
Life getting more slow
Just follow the flow
Even if you really
Don’t like snow
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White
“I’m from Sweden, so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it” Lykke Li
White
Oh winter, oh winter
Don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
So hear me please
And be gone!
Manic Monday
“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!
Sunday on my mind
“I am always looking forward to Sunday” Gun Roswell
Sunday
sunday
the one day
i wish to stay
forever
but
already monday
rears its ugly head
wish any other weekday
would turn up instead
Cats-a-lot
“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud
Cats-a-lot
Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray
Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted
Serene Friday
“The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue” Salvatore Quasimodo
Serene Friday
Treasure
Peace, love, happiness and all good things
Because
You’ll never know, what curveballs life may bring
Athens, Acropolis
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart” Helen Keller
Athens, Acropolis
Basking in the sun
Athens, Acropolis
A place of fun
A place of knowledge
Climbing up the mountain
Looking for the fountain
Of wisdom and history
Shrouded in mystery
Walking in the footsteps
Of the ancient Greeks
But, watch your steps
On the narrow streets
Once reaching the top
The effort but one hop
The view of awe and beauty
You know it really was your duty
I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine
s that a knife on my back or are you just happy to see me?” Gun Roswell
I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine
Call it suspicion or plain paranoia
Still not turning my back on ya
Perhaps a lack of trust in a fellow human
But definitely not a friendship in blooming
We come in friendship (shoot to kill)
That kind of kinship, gives you a chill
The pessimist would underline this cliche
And using “trust no one” as a catch phrase
Surely this rant was written in jest
Just something to get off my chest
If there was a lesson to be learnt, then just fine
At least you did not have to read between the lines
Loud
“It’s always so loud in here” Gun Roswell
Loud
Noises, voices, music and such
Sometimes it all gets just too much
Wishing there was a cone of silence
I could sit inside for a while at least
But the world is loud
Most likely being proud
Ignoring my humble request
For a soundless place
Maybe I need to set on a quest
For this mysterious space
Unless someone has a big volume button
With which to turn down the level
At least for a little while to revel
In total mode of shutdown
Until someone decides
The levels again to raise
Sundays I five
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
End the day with coffee
Take off your shades and
On to the table them place, the
Cup of coffee to enjoy
Watching people passing by, some
Of the sigh, some even smile, but
For me today is a
Day of rest, a day
Of peace, a sunny day at that
It is Sunday at last
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