Poetry of Everything
“It might be Winter and a sun filled day, but it’s still in the middle of a very cold and harsh winter, but perhaps, the seaside frozen, beckons for some sporty activities chosen for the occasion?” Gun Roswell
A snowy sunny day
In the land far far away
Up North, let us pray!
Children came out to play
Even adults came forth
After all
What else is there to say
Because yet another
Fabulous and sunny Winter’s day
Has found its way
No matter winter or not
The people,
Where there it to slay!
“Colourful isn’t it, in the middle of all the not-colour” Gun Roswell
The harsh winter painted in white
Some say, the nature did it out of spite
But those who dare to venture
Into the great white open nature
Heed the coloured warning
Or else, your life may be storming
“The world has turned snowy white all of a sudden.” Gun Roswell
Whiter than white
The blanket so tight
Woven onto the ground
And into our minds
Yes it’s winter
Oh joy!?
(She says sarcastically
What she means really)
Quite the splinter
And a clever ploy!
First it was nice
Now it seems
You are staying
Just of spite
“Sometimes, the wintery white turns blue” Gun Roswell
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
“Sometimes, it snows outside in Winter” Gun Roswell
Close to night fall
The sun about to set
The moon coming out
Time for a nap
Before the next day
Begins
“It is that time again, to turn a new leaf in life” Gun Roswell
Colourful burst of noise filled blinding light
Filling the darkened day, soon turning into a night
The clocks, on the walls, and everywhere, are quickly churning
As the long awaited coming of a new year starts slowly turning
Time itself stopping, for a blink one an eye
As all the wishes and hopes, for a better life
Fill the airways, from every which possible way
Letting go of the passing year and all its fear
Because now looking forward, is a reward
Of this special midnight, which will make everything alright
“Another year spent, where I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing” Gun Roswell
Bread and Circuses
For any and all purposes
Lights and loud fireworks
Maybe with some other quirks?
No time to waste
It is after all the time to celebrate
So, let us all unite
Leave our differences aside
As the New Year
We all hail
Even if following
A different trail
The past and present
Already having been spent
And so towards the future
From now on end
We will all ascend
Living, breathing, growing
Even if it is still snowing
Bending not breaking
Sometimes shaking
But soon it will be warm
After the cold and storm
“it’s not rain, it’s thicket than that, but it’s pouring from the open skies, must be… snow?!?” Gun Roswell
Brightness surrounding
Snow’s blanket covers all
Feeling my heart pounding
Cannot help but feeling small
The world seemingly wider
Nothing, but snow as a divider
“The best seat in the house, but it’s on the outside!” Gun Roswell
It may be cold outside
With lots of frosted snow
But as the sun comes from its hide
You need to take it slow
Take a seat for a while
Even if it’s not your style
And simply enjoy with a smile…
But, thank goodness: It’s almost summer now!???
Rantings Of A Third Kind 