“It is great to find magic in the mundane, especially on a sad day of Monday” Gun Roswell
Sunshine on a Mundane Monday
Look, who decided finally to show up And for a while there I was starting To get all upset and wound up!
Then quickly, I am up from the tub Grabbing a hold of my favourite cup And then towards the outside, With a set of a few huffs and puffs I dare to go And yeah, none too slow!
Just before, that is, My all time favourite show On the television, is up! As the sun decided to turn up Way too late of the day Much to all those waiting And now complaining! But hey, it’s Monday So what did you expect!?
“Seated on a bench in the backyard, feeling quite smart as I’m not working my ass off on this fine day” Gun Roswell
A seat in the backyard
A relatively warm and lazy day, there ahead of me with much of that promised sunshine on display Finding that perfectly placed and comfortable seat, but certainly not in any of the busy streets Rather the best one of them all, right here in my own backyard where I had it just installed Taking with my favourite book alongside some frizzy and cold drinks to the comfortable nook I will be perfectly set for at least half of the day, even if the baddest weather would get in my way You see I have this changing climate all figured out, as I got myself a nice sheltering parasol To keep the heated sunny rays of the shining sol off me, but also any kind of rainy bouts out So, on this Sunday, nothing will cause me upset or dismay., as I am as prepared as any old scout And will take my leisure time without any kind of doubt, maybe even something reading out loud Guess this will be the best kind of day, where reading is the task instead of over a hot oven to slay
“Cats are great, cats are fun, cats are playing under the shining sun” Gun Roswell
Cats of the world (or rulers of said place, which ever way you want to look at it)
The cats will cheer you up, no matter what and how much you can and will huff and puff Watch them at play, with the stupidest object imaginable, a scrap of paper perhaps The game going on and on and on, until that very moment, the cats get tired of the thing But then, they will most certainly start to sing, if not even one present for them did you bring And that concert of very loud meows will last until the small kitties get their deserver chow So, better get that handy, what ever kind of cat candy you will them cuddly, fluffy cats serve As you are that one time special person, the felines will want to keep for now at least, around That is, until something better comes along at least, that is their ongoing pun, am I right?!
“Older and wiser! My ass! I think older and wider is more apt, literally, just look at it!” Gun Roswell
Older and definitely wider (never wiser)
Each and every morning I am going through the exact same boring routine As I observe myself from the bathroom mirror, the image worse each day to be seen All the smile caused wrinkles and here I am placing the sarcastic pair of air quotes Well, the could be quite distinguished and simply more than fine But it’s the other parts, which bother more as you see they are getting more and more wide Except, well, the smile, which gets more narrow to the point of a beak of a sparrow Smaller and duller and not like those other mentioned places, which are getting fuller and fuller The old adage, some people still dare to say, that of getting wisdom with age? Only it is a total sham and worse of it all is, that it came with cans of spam! And of course I dared myself and ate the whole huge damned lot So now I am neither the winner of the pot and I think I likely ran out of luck As I am getting much older now, only not as I had hoped, the kind of wiser But definitely with each and every passing day, I will be the more wider!
“It’s always good to get to the seaside for a boat ride, no matter what size it might just be“ Gun Roswell
Ready to set sail for the free day?
As the weekend finally begins, it is also the time for the heart to sing, not just because it is the end of the working week once again, but also because this means, setting trail for the seaside and then it is only a matter of time to hoist the sails and steer the boat towards the setting sun, or at least that will follow later, as the early morning haters, are now up and about, giving the passersby a shout of joy, as thus, the free time has begun and if lucky enough, the time of fun also begins. It’s not all just fun and games, a lot of work will be involved while being on board, but whatever needs to be done, sure beats the homey chores. And if the weather remains on our side, then the limit is the ocean wide and the open skies, and in my book, that is simply fine. Then after a while of sailing, a break is needed for the reeling. Time for eating, swimming and simply being, alive and well, inhaling the smells of the sea. Then off again, to some more time on the waters spend. If the choice was there, sailing to the world end, would be something, on the agenda, but for now, a quick three days dash, will clear up the itching rash, figuratively as the need for the sea, is always present when stuck on land. So, enjoying this time while we can, and that is really all we can ask.
“There are secrets behind all windows, dare to peek inside?” Gun Roswell
The secret on the other side of the window
The split glass window on the mysterious looking wall Was inviting passersby curious enough to explore To take a long peek of what might lie behind the sleek And small size but still perfectly cut to fit squares Hardly even see through but inviting nevertheless To bring forth the underlying adventurer and dare devil And to seek out what ever mystery there was to uncover Behind those four individual blocks of tainted glass Because this game was about to begin and those on board Would be assured a play of a life time when the chime Dinged three times and then, there would be no turning back As stepping through the window made of four blocks of glass Was a portal to the unknown, to be now known to the those Daring without scaring venturing into the world beyond
“Slimy they be. Maybe, but also quite fine-y, predicting the weather and all, so for an animal that small, I dare the weather person to do the same with just their own antennae!” Gun Roswell
Snail, Snail on the Porch lay (or moved, not sure)
The weather forecast of a stormy and rain filled day, was about to turn in to a finding on display, at least, on the world wide web as the slimy snail looked too cool to ignore, so what the heck. Snap, snip, post, done, what could have been more fun? Certainly not sitting in a darkened room staring at the ‘puter all day long, even if the feeling of missing the working day seemed wrong.
Well, as it turned out, sitting beside the small snail on the porch, for the better part of the afternoon, soon turning to eve, which came way too soon, as watching the small animal making its way to the hide out chosen by its mate was more of an adventurous day the pix snapper had had in a long, long while! And that in itself, was definitely worth a wide smile, am I right!?
“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell
A golden moment arrived
The windows reflecting the light As the afternoon’s sun is still bright Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue Completely irradiating the feeling of blue A lyrical moment for the mundane grey The feeling of dull quickly fading away As the tall towers and the low windows Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders Our city now the golden one Before the illusion comes undone And we are back to the mundane vision Of dull surfaces needing revision
“A seat on the shady side, after an exploratory day in the fun filled sun, is a nice find” Gun Roswell
A seat on the shady side of the sun
The weary traveler still pushes on, even if the day has been far too warm and way too long Gotta go, gotta see, gotta feel, gotta do and that one final monument or explore the long lost mystery But then at the brink of total exhaustion, when on the very last nerve the traveler is trying to hold on In desperate need, of any kind of chair, bench or seat, one small respite to see, and at least for a minute to take a seat Alas there are so many other seekers running on their empty feelers and so, the so far denied desperate measures Finally kick in and with the last ounce of strength, running that final stretch to that one vacant bench And luckily, it was on the shady side, of a solemn kind of a lonely street, just the place no one had yet seen Except now, me, as I reach before yielding to total defeat, of the ever present heat all around, but a respite nevertheless I have found So, it’s ok for a while, taking deep breaths while settling to the calm and now, it will be a long while before I will move again
“The cats are packing again, on the yards, in the streets, even in the cities, heck they are filling up the land as fast as they can! And isn’t that just grand!” Gun Roswell
Cats a packing
The cats of all shapes and sizes, all breads and kinds, started slowly but surely pouring out from each and every woodwork possible. The were numbered at first in tens and hundreds but as they kept on coming, the city soon was filling up, with furry creatures of the types of felines, making their b-lines to the very centre of the city, and soon enough, there was no place to lay your step as each and every single vacant and even non-vacant patch of the land was filled with cats. They are filing up to the trees, as the streets are full. Some of them climbing up the ladders, all the way to the houses roofs. If this was their plan to conquer earth, it was certainly full proof, as there is really nothing the Hoomans can do, to stop this cat riot of sorts of happening. As they are coming in full force and they seem to all be packing. The overwhelming cuteness of it all that is us Hoomans to please and hey, it’s perfectly working as there is no resisting, this over blow in the tiny brains of this so called Human race.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 