Why not build a summer cottage by the seashore

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The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

The sea and the sunshine

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“Nothing but the wind on my back and the sun on my face as I set sail to vistas unknown” Gun Roswell

Even on the cloudiest of days
I will not for long in a dismayed state stay
As I step outside into the calming beach
I am greeted by a cooling breeze
Nothing is more invigorating than the sea
Cool blues as far as my eyes can see
Even if I choose to just hang around
Take my place on the rocky ground
Or if I am feeling daring and adventurous
I can set sail to the open waves
In my small dingy of a boat with sails
I feel great, alive and most of all
I am spending the best of a summers time, at the seashore
And soon enough, even the sun cones out
Making this day too, perfect all around

Sunday on the streets of Paris

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“A small cafe in Paris just around the corner hidden away from prying eyes“ Gun Roswell

Sunday and a cup of coffee, a perfect combination for the brief time allotted
Sneaking away, stealing time from it all just for a few precious moments
As this was supposed to be the one day, which is the day of some time off
Alas, something came up, as it usually does and the chances growing slim
But luckily there is a perfect kind of spot, hidden around the corner just off
The busy streets where the cats sleep, at least on a sunny day on Sunday
Alas not today, as everyone seems to be gone completely somewhere else
As soon as the small cafe coming to view I can see that not even a few or one
Patrons are present so I guess it is only for me myself and I so seating down
My frown turning upside down, yes it is a smile which away has been a while
But not today as now I can here alone with my thoughts for a moment stay
In this pleasurable place on this fine Sunday afternoon on a seat in a cafe

Something about the Blues and Wednesday…

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“Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my blues, failing, now continued, in the blue, it is eternal, for us, chosen few.” Gun Roswell


The blue ocean beckons
The cloudless skies reckon
It’s time for midweek
Find what ye shall seek
Peace of mind or simply
The weekend on the rise?

Tuesday? Only Tuesday?

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“Sometimes it’s just a slow week is all, but then, it’s suddenly Sunday?” Gun Roswell

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

That Monday Mood once again!

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“Wanting to flee, something of a mood each and every Monday it seems” Gun Roswell

No matter if you are travelling or at home
There is always something mundane going on
During the first day of the week
You might not always really find what you seek
But look around what the world of mundane will bring
You may be surprised of the same old things
Look so much different depending of the mood or light
Some of them coming finally to life
There is art where you least expect it to be adored 
Just grab your camera and a new attitude and go to explore
It may be Monday, that one specific day
We all love so much to hate, well, at least of it debate
Just call it the beginning of an interesting week to enjoy
Because Friday will get here sooner than you have time to shout: 
“Ahoy!”

Hike on a Bike

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“Nothing like a ride on a bike, during the spring time, yeah, let’s call it a hike!” Gun Roswell


When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long

Flying high up

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“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell

Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!

Spring in the city of Barcelona

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“Spring is going to spring, at least we can hope it will!” Gun Roswell


Spring in the city of Barcelona

It’s that time of the year
When life is kicking to full gear
The signs are clearly out there
Just venture outside without fear

The flowers, birds and bees
Come out from their hiding to seek
The freshness of new life in leap
Open your own eyes to see

Time for travels to a country foreign
Hoping some sights to be scoring
Nothing in this place is boring
Even the buildings tell a story

Look up and down, and all around
Plenty of things and people to be found
Nature at is best, even the ground
Green grasses, leaves and flowers make a sound

Spring at home or over seas
Nothing better on the wish list indeed
Glad to shed the clothes of winter
And tell all, spring is finally in here

On the Metro, or if you prefer, the Tube or the Subway

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“Take a short ride on a short train, then again, this wasn’t as short a ride or a train as promised!” Gun Roswell


Eastward or westward bound
In an orange coloured train to be found
Riding neatly in a fashionable order
From the beginning to the farthest border

Hop on to one of the trains
They’re usually never too late
But it might feel a little bit of strain
To most of the time underground remain

Never mind the dark and dreary
Look out the window and you’ll be leering
The orange flashes reflecting from each surface
Paints many images on the fleeting canvas

Many a people climb on board
Everyone busily moving forward
Sometimes there is a crowd
And then it gets really really loud

When you reach your destination
Please embark the underground station
Look around the surrounding sights
Like a great tourist, you may like

When it’s time for the return trip
There is no need to bite your lip
If you feel like taking another tour
Remember, the metros run thirty times or more!