Cat reflecting

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“On the pond, a reflection, so strong, it’s almost real” Gun Roswell

Cat reflecting

The image on the surface, so vivid
The face of a hunter, quite livid
Pondering the choices to be made
On this, warm and sunny day
Should I go in for a dive
Trying the perfect fish to find
Or just wait, looking for that bait
The hooman with the big fish
And then try to then enlist
For my perfect slave of food
Just because I am looking so damn good
Hanging here, on this pier
Waiting, debating, what to do next
Oh, all them choices, could I care any less?

Grey in monochrome

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“The feeling of totally calming greys, when the world seems too colorful, that is monochromatic!” Gun Roswell

Grey in monochrome

When the world seems to bright
The senses overwhelming with light
Colorful vistas everywhere where you look
Wishing to dangle off of this stimulating hook

Escaping into the architectural indoors
May turn out to be an even bigger chore
The internal and bright decors
From the highest ceilings to the lowest floors

Then a thought by some sort of surprise occurs
Maybe, these colours would somewhat less hurt
If toning them down in to the very basic of things
Yes, that really could work and cause a spin

Around for some hundred and eighty degrees
Turning down the volume of all the things seen
To a nice and soothing less freaking up scale
As the monochromatic then lifts up its gorgeous vail

Ah, this is so much better with lesser pain
As schemes with only certain elements tickles the brain
Colours are always nice and dandy
But sometimes the fewer shades, fading to greys, are more handy

Light after the polar night

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“There is always light at the end of the polar night” Gun Roswell

Light after the polar night

When, the total darkness descends
You’ll only thought, that there is no end
To the utter sad and soggy surrounding greyness
And, what ever happens during this time, you simply exist
The living reduced to much of a zombie like state
The cheerfulness gone, remaining only hate
For the light is completely gone
The sun and the moon, somewhere long
The cold weather a constant companion
But, there is no struggle left, as you learn to live with it
Calling it, pathetic, or a trait of the Nordic
Then, a flicker of hope, as a ray through it all pokes
The light, none too bright, but still, illiciting, a big smile
For a moment it stays, but leaving something in its wake
Maybe, there is light at the end of a long polar night, after all

New beginnings: Happy 2020!

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“There is always another, new year” Gun Roswell

New beginnings

A new year
A new hope
A clean slate

New beginnigs
Maybe you even start singing
And, with new ideas, your head start filling

It all has, a nice ring to it
But, if you dont care a shit for any of it
There is really nothging, I, can do about it

A Dreamers Dream

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“When dreaming, always dream big, unless, you have small dreams” Gun Roswell

A Dreamers Dream

The coolest of blues hit me, with the blues
As I sat in the seat, carefully chosen, by the coolest seas
Watching the skies, expanding in my very eyes
And then, what the hell do I spy?
An aeroplane, in mid air, in flight
Yeah, right!

It was supposed to be my special dream
From this dreaded place, for once at least to flee
But now, here I sit and watch, as others, obviously, have taken my spot
On that flying machine, up there, for all to see
And, where am I?
Well, down here, on this pretended life of a scene

But as I sit here, in my own fear
And the air vehicle, slowly into the skies disappear
I start to deep into my own thoughts sink, maybe even think
That this place, where I seem to always so long stay
Maybe, it’s not so bad, even if I am feeling sad
It’s an OK one, sometimes even fun
So, maybe, this is the dream after all
I just have to adjust and then, dream small!

Red Flames

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“Where there is a sparkle plenty, there must also be, a roaring fire, eventually” Gun Roswell

Red Flames

A sort of a sophisticated device
Landed, on the top of the table so fine
And then, without too much of an advice
I started staring, in to those flames so stable, and oh so very alive
The warmth of the dancing red life
Got me thinking firstly, but eventually, I got comfortably tired
And then, with a huge, content smile
I fell into a slumber, all the while
The fire kept on burning, but there was no dire
Only comfort of the slightly roaring fire
Letting me gently sleep and dream, of all things nice
Until it was time to move along the isle

It’s cold outside

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“It’s freezing weather, ice the only tether for my poor bike” Gun Roswell

It’s cold outside

When the weather outside is cold and frightening
And you start to wish for thunder and lightning
That one perfect summer’s storm to make it’s way
In to this white and blue ice hole we now in stay

Even the poor bike is frozen solid to the ground
I was so lucky, to even have it found
Under all the pounds of heavy piles of snow
So now, all I need, is a big shovel to plow

But after some heavy lifting outside
I finally got out my one and only ride
And ventured to the streets paved with white
Which was an adventure, but not without a smile

The winter may be harsh, unforgiving and cold
But once you get inside, with something very warm
Looking out the window, the view filled with so much charm
This scenery is worth, more than a pile of gold

A Break after Christmas

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“A beer with some cookies, certainly a well deserved snack after X-mas” Gun Roswell

A Break after Christmas

When the holiday season is celebrated and done
It is the time for the Christmas labourers to have some fun
A well deserved break with family and friends
Before the big bearded boss them back to work sends
Some beer, burritos and a few cookies to enjoy
Makes forget the hard daily chores and shout ahoy
Seated in the North Pole’s one and only cafe-bar
Since there is really no time to go too far
Soon the bell beckons them all back to the ever going assembly line
Because next years stuff needs to be started in time
So don’t blame these busy bees of getting a tad drunk
It’s just to get out of this seasonal funk
And soon enough with a big fat smile on their faces
They will be working all over them places
Putting together all things on people’s lists
Yes, those are the elves, who’ll manufacture all your gifts

Seasons Greetings, or something to write home about

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“When the time of the year for celebration has past, well, we knew it long would not last” Gun Roswell

Seasons Greetings, or something to write home about

Elves, candles, green pine trees and lights
Gifts, food, people and all things nice
When the holiday season lasted for three days
No one really wanted to leave, but only in to stay
But this seasonal celebration was only a rental
Because we cannot really time stall
Since time here on this wondrous occasion ended too soon
Then sadly packing up is all that is left to do
All those things we received as presents
Waving our good byes before away sent
But do not worry, do not feel sorry
There is always a new one rising
Just look out there in the horizon
Another seasonal party just awaiting
So cheer up, and say: To all Seasons Greetings!

X-mas Mystery

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“Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone” Charles M. Schulz

X-mas Mystery

Peeking, lurking even, from behind the closed, thick curtains
Heart beating, ever so loudly, in uncertain, anticipation
The waiting time, has been, far too long
But the belief, has still been, all this time, ever so strong
Now, the price, so long awaited, will finally be reviled
And the faith, of at least a short period, will be, sealed
Just, what mysteries, may lie behind the tinted window
On this day, on this holiest of days, filled, with crisp falling snow
The only way to find out for sure,
Is to venture out there, as if this thing, was a true dare
What ever may be awaiting, it certainly was worth all the anticipating