Take a Hike, or to the Moon

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“When the working day is done, better have some fun, take a slow hike to the woods, or run amok trying to reach the moon” Gun Roswell

Take a Hike, or to the Moon

Take as slow hike up the winding path
Upon start, having no idea how long it lasts
Just enjoy the upon coming adventure
No matter where or when you venture

You may end up in a different place
Somewhere, where no one for long stays
But hurrying back is not an option at all
So move along, don’t try to stall

Maybe you’ll find a long lost treasure
Or just the atmosphere, for the leisure
Maybe you’ll end up to the moon
And get to swing on the stars as they loom

But once you get the urge to get back home
Just click on your heels, and think of Rome
Because every single road leads to the city
And getting lost, well, that is just a pity!

Doors and the Monochrome

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“Even in a black and white world, you can still find windows and doors, leading to another world” Gun Roswell

Doors and the Monochrome

The mystical hatches will open up to
Another world, a realm of magic and few
Other things you may not realize you
Needed, but always in secret, wished
For, and now into the this place whisked
You’ll never have to wonder anymore
What kinds of great things life has in store
For you, now that you reached the door
Open it, take a peek inside,
Look, listen, of what you can find
Once you let that imagination go wild
There is nothing better than that in life
Or at least in this magical realm
If you succeed long enough to delve
Then this is the place for you, forever

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

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“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes

Cats a Sleeping

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“When people are such jerks, you can always rely on cats, life’s furry perks” Gun Roswell

Cats a Sleeping

An early morning Saturday
Knowing, it would once again be Caturday
The furry felines took their time
Even if their keeper got up with the chime
The sounds of the dynamic duo snoring
Could be heard across the flooring
But the smile on the cats’ Hooman’s face
As the two furry felines were such a grace
To her otherwise dull weekend of the same
Would turn into a full day of playing and cuddling
Because this was the three of their thing
Sometimes, they even tried to sing
Since happiness had landed upon their dwelling

Snowflakes on a Friday

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“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”

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Snowflakes on a Friday

Snowflakes
In various shapes
A winter makes
Like icing on the cake
Covering the lakes
When it snows
There are no breaks
Just more and more
Snowflakes

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Coffee made me do it! (TBT)

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“Black as night, sweet as sin” Neil Gaiman

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Coffee made me do it!

Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!

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RIP Kirk Douglas (1916-2020)

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RIP Kirk Douglas (1916-2020)

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RIP Kirk Douglas


— Read on letsgotothemovies.co.uk/2020/02/05/rip-kirk-douglas/

Welcome to Acropolis

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“It’s the travelling to the far corners of the earth which leaves one in awe” Gun Roswell

Welcome to Acropolis

Climbing the tall steps ever winding
Good thing I got great shoes my poor feet binding
No one warned it would be so hot and humid
But I can take it, just to see the ruins
A well-kept secret among the locals
There be so much more to see you need bifocals
Just to capture the essence of the ancient past
As all the structures are fading fast

But the good folks of this here country
Are trying to preserve this unmeasurable bounty
Restoring all with major care and respect
For us touristy types to enjoy and accept
That history is a great thing and needs to be preserved
And not just for the looks and feel of this heard
But to remember, it was all totally real
And to take pleasure of the past and its feel

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

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“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

Forming, a gigantic watery puddle
As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle
Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above
When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove
The mirror like and imperfect things
Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing
But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean
All of them rolling together, in one motion
Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land
Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan

Monochromatic Monday Reflected

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“On Mondays, you just want to go totally grey and reflect on the good days of the weekend”
Gun Roswell


Monochromatic Monday Reflected

When the working week beckons
It it that time you need to reckon
Whether to treat the upon coming days as friend
Or go through them one by one like they were a foe
Riding up the glass covered lift car
Is a really good place to start
Thinking whether Mondays really are that bad
Or is it a learnt mental state to be sad
On this one day when everything starts a new
Maybe there are days of bad ahead just a few
And the rest of the week is just fine
Until that much awaited time
When Friday raises its promising head
Indicating of a carefree weekend, ahead!