Poetry of Everything
“The winter is filled with nothing but blacks and white colours, never mind the odours, as the flowers went with the fall rains!” Gun Roswell
Black and White
Yes, those are colours bright!
In the snow filled light
It’s simply Nature,
Shining, ever so bright
“Winter came to the streets of suburbia, laying down a blanket of fluffy white snow in its wake.” Gun Roswell
Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my finger
Let out, a whimper
Oh, what a stinker
Is this, snowy winter
“Sometimes, things get buried in deep in the snow, even bikes, so be wary, where you may find it, the bike, that is!! Gun Roswell
In snow, not cotton
Buried, but not forgotten
Wheels, maybe slightly rotten
Never mind,
I will think of something
For riding my bike
There is no stopping!
“Something about totally new days and clean slates?” Gun Roswell
If you are really smart
Today,
You’ll get a fresh clean start
Gone is the darkness
It might have been harmless
But caused a lot of anguish
From onward of this date
With the fresh clean slate
Hold your head up high
Look far into the sky
But heed this fair warning;
Or else, you may get stung
Because, onto your tongue
A snowflake, may be landing!
“They were fresh, at least for a while there, until the snow fell, then they got lost, buried until spring.” Gun Roswell
Red as were the berries
In the newly fallen snow
Got totally buried
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 