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“Fine dining today” Gun Roswell
Mama’s bar
Entering Mama’s bar with mouth
Ajar, drool running freely from the corners
As the smells assault each
And every sense I have
Anticipating the taste of servings so plenty
I am silently thanking the
One who into this wonderful
Sent me, knowing what my tastes would
Be as far as food
Would be concerned and knowing
How much I love the local cuisine
Today, I will certainly feast!
“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
“Sundays are the worst” Gun Roswell
Sunday, again!
Sunday has crept upon us again
It was just Friday a minute ago, then
This day turned up on the early morning clock
Without one single warning, we could not stop
The time from progressing further
No where to hide or turn there
Where we really wanted to go
Friday, and this time make it go slow
No more Sunday in the foreseeable future
This day, seems to be complete torture
A promise of silence and peace
A complete bliss and mind release
But what really happens on this day
Is the beginning of anxiety of the horrid Monday
When all freedom is ripped
And into the mundane rat race we are dipped
Where all hope goes to die
And our wings are clipped preventing us to fly
So why do I hate Sundays?
(Panic attack getting worse)
Because:
It’s the day next to Monday!!!
“We travel, some of us forever,
to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” –
Anais Nin
Tallinn, Estonia
Narrow alleyways
And painted windows
The old town is full of
Perfect hideaways
A church from the past
Should be quite the blast
It was built to last
Alas
It may be run down
But hey, this is the old town!
Driving a Lada-car
Will probably not get you very far
But most likely
To the nearest bar
Where you are always, the star!
If the Shoe Fits
“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic.
I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes.
The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl”
Amy Adams
The Evil Red Shoe Queen
“Mirror mirror on the wall
Am I still the evilest of them all?
And more precisely, are my shoes
The shiniest in the world?
The Red Shoe Queen demanded the mirror.
An image appeared into the mirror’s glass and with an evil grin responded:
“Undoubtedly, you are quite evil, my dearest Queen. But, there is another….”
The Queen stared at the mirror, wanting it to crack, from a mere look.
If the Shoe Fits
“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic.
I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes.
The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl”
Amy Adams
Little Red Riding Shoes
Meanwhile, in the deepest of forests, a young girl was on her way to the shoemakers house.
Hop, skip and a twirl,
Little Red Riding Shoes was about to hurl!
Too much fun, pardon the pun
Can cause a headache most foul
And make your stomach scream and growl!
To be continued…
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Winter Moon
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
“If there’s a ‘Cruel Summer’ then there’s got to be a ‘Cruel Winter,’ right? That’s all I’m saying” Q-Tip
Snow Day
Soft snowflakes falling down to the ground
Like confetti thrown on a celebrating crowd
Covering everything in a white shroud
Looking like the skies fluffiest clouds
Enjoying the scenic vision feeling proud
Before the snowy blanket gets ploughed
“Sunday is the calm before the storm” Gun Roswell
Sunday Calm
A bed in the shade
Could not have been better made
Inviting and soft
On to our front lawn popped
It’s Sunday so sure
A miracle occurred
The only day of calm
Sure has its charm
Trying it on for a size
And much to my surprise
I like the feel of it
And before i can sit
I find myself laying on top
Looking at the clouds above
Soon I fall into slumber
And then, it will already be Monday
Sunday calm
What a rip off!
“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud” Henry Rollins
Optimistic
Sunshine on a winter’s day
The nature’s showing a halo
The cold and snow to fade
And soon, it will be May
