Poetry of Everything
“Gambling is a real thing during winter, whether taking a public transport, a bike or the car to wherever you are going. Prepare to take your time as the trip, might take a while!” Gun Roswell
Winter?
So what!
I don’t care!
I am feeling
Quite optimistic
Riding my bike
Sitting on a bench
So what if it snows
It’s almost June!
“Looking back to the ye ole times.” Gun Roswell
A faded snapshot
Of a place, the time forgot
This was no holiday, store bought
Rather a memory
Every child should have got
“A quick trip they said? Step inside the sleigh? Visit Santa maybe?” Gun Roswell
A quick trip
To the North Pole
A little hop and skip
To the beat of the drum roll
The elves busy at work
Their faces in a permanent smirk
No time for breaks or coffee
Not even a little toffee
The holiday season is upon us
Which has caused all the fuss
Be careful where you step though
You may end up in a pile of snow
Santa’s sleigh
Without delay
Flying over the river
Presents to deliver
Hitch a ride
In a blink of an eye
You’ll be landing
At the front door standing
Was it a dream
So it would seem
But then again
Life is but a dream
“The elf is on the shelf again!” Gun Roswell
“Tonttu”
An elf is an elf
Of course of course
Not staying on the shelf
For sure, for sure
Come and join the circle
Even if you are a mere mortal
Tonight the elves are out
And about
“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell
The sun setting on this dark eve
And for a while it cannot be seen
Polar nights have taken the skies
As a hostage for a longer while
But even in the darkness
There is something which can impress
The holiday season around the corner
All them lights shining from top to floor
“Greetings to one and all, holiday and seasonal cheer in tow” Gun Roswell
When this season is upon us once again with the realest of feel
And it is the time when the home becomes filled with smells and kind of a cheer
Maybe even catch a glimpse of the grumpiest of neighbours with leer
It is the time with colours and lights so bright, the X-mas Eve is sure to be near
The colours and lights of green and red
Filling each corner of this small homestead
No time for sleep, just jump out of bed
And get out now the holiday spirits to spread
But if you are not feeling this thing at all
Never, mind, not everyone can have it all
Just try to be cool and then, just stand tall
And maybe, for a beer, head out to the nearest mall
It’s made out of snow, but has a nose and a bow, or a scarf, guess depending on the person having made the snowman up. Freezing cold outside, alas, never too cold for the bold snowman, standing there, in the yard.” Gun Roswell
Frosty the Snowman
Delivering the ultimate plan
For the holiday fan
From here to Milan
Doing the holiday can-can
Just because, he can
“Those mythical figures adorning our homes and perhaps lives, saviours and even spies? Alas, looking rather nice, at least, when staying on them shelves or wherever else they just might dwell.” Gun Roswell
Angels and elves,
Where do they dwell?
Filling the shelves perhaps
Putting on spells on us
Ringing the holiday bells maybe
Letting us know not to be lated
Of the seasonal celebrations
And so,
All is now well again
“The nightly view from the window, with the reflected hues of the lights, shining through the darkness, against the snow and star lit skies“ Gun Roswell
The night upon, no sleep for the weary, so what to do while trying to stay strong?
Perhaps take a peek through the closed curtains, maybe there is something new?
Gasp! Sigh. What the F..ye?
Does my own eyes lie?
All that snow!
Oh boy, and a loud Doh!
Too much, of anything, good or bad is not really a thing of which a song would be proper of to sing.
Even with the holiday season approaching fast, this, this thing, the white fluffy stuff…
It’s way too much!
At least at this time of year, and I fear, it will stay there for a moment too long.
And then, the spring months are upon and still, the snow and cold there remain.
Like the naughty and dirty large stain.
And whom of this all can we blame?
Ourselves I guess, for causing this overall change.
“So, it’s winter time again huh?” Gun Roswell
Down the Hill
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Snow Mummies
Lights in the Window
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