Blues, Greens, Yellows

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“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell

When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget

Mid-flight

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“The birds are lucky in a way that they can take off, then fly real hight up into the air, leaving this planet or at least the ground far behind.” Gun Roswell

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Flying through the air
Without a single care
A beauty with flare
Innocence unaware

Flapping her wings
While the wind sings
Sky feels like spring
A scene well worthy
Of kings

Yellow, all around!

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“Something about the colour yellow, that makes you smile, it’s bright, it’s fun, it’s well, yellow! So wake up from that winter slumber and smell the yellow flowers!” Gun Roswell

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“Take a little one step, two step, three step
Then a little spin like this”

The spring is almost here
Snow all but disappeared
Dots of yellow sprinkled around
Soon enough, multiple other colours
Will fill the ground

Spring is in the air?

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“The sun is out! The sun is out! Yeah, perhaps the louder you shout, then those weather gods might just hear you and let the spring spring out, finally!” Gun Roswell

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Against the smoothed rocks
Is the water happily splashing
High in the air go flying my crocks
When I’m barefoot in the sand dashing

Close to the water’s edge
I once again my allegiance pledge
Wowing, this year my toe to dip
Even if it means biting the lip

Come high hell or cold water
Because it may never get hotter
In the ocean I will swim
Even if my eyesight will dim

After all, it is Spring Time!
Or something of that kind!
Nothing too cheerful, nor wile
So get out there and smile!

Humanoids exploring Earth?

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“Something straight out of the Mars Rover image bank, something sent by NASA or just, the overflowing imagination of a blogger?” Gun Roswell

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One small step for the human kind
One forty-two size shoe on the ground

Is this just an illusion,
Or something profound?
Perhaps a mission to Mars?
Or just a photographing farce?

Let your imagination run wild
Who knows what adventures you will find!
On planet Earth
Or then Mars,
She said, with mirth
This is how the adventure starts!

Under some palm trees we sit

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“Sometimes it’s good to take some time to oneself and just be, sit under a tree and perhaps, even sip on some stout tea.” Gun Roswell

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Under the tallest of palm trees
Down by the roaring seas
My dearest sweetheart and I
Well, guess take our time
But also, you see
We’re totally enjoying some tea

But, it’s all… red!?!

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“Something to be said about very bright colours, especially red – is it a warning, or did someone set the thing on fire? Maybe just take it as face value, see what it really is – a brightly red painted object, to be more precise!” Gun Roswell

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“I see… red”
Said the confused Ted
As toward the ole shed
Painted in very bright red
He into quickly fled

Unfortunately
A simle fence,
Also, painted in the same red
Made his very trek
Quite short instead

Surviving, the horrid Monday

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“Oh Monday, you are so totally cruel and always come uninvited into my life, what can i do to keep you at bay?“ Gun Roswell

The Monday morning had once again arrived
I know it because I can totally smell its pride
Raising the ugly head I now know far to well
And then, there is that, totally fowl smell

You to tempt me to kick your non too rounded arse
As this day, always turns into some odd kind of farce
But if I did not already have this headache
From merely thinking about you to arrive and me break

You always make me numb, avoid of all the fun
Lashing out to me, with something or another
As if this beginning of the week would not already be a struggle
The weekend gone and Friday nowhere in sight, bummer!

But, there is one thing, that could help me pull through
That one single and totally lovely and tasting full brew
The darkest of liquids and the greatest of sustenance 
Ever devised by mankind, which has no pretence

It’s simply, well, just great
So go ahead, take a break
For this cup of stuff is no fake
Go, enjoy, your coffee, now!

Look, across the street, a place to sit?

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“There is always something more interesting on the other side of the street” Gun Roswell 

The red bench totally beckoned for the traveler to take a step across the street and make themselves a seat out of the hand carved  reddish beat, but yeah it was totally screaming while beaming there, waiting for someone to take the step, closer to it, take a load off, and for a while sit, a perfect fit, for anyone appreciative of a bright and happy colour, spreading the aura all around of cheer, and those having taken the seat even for a while will most certainly leer long after the fact.

The Cat, a contemplating on, Life

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“The cat sitting in the middle of the street? Well? It can mean several things really – waiting, wasting time, contemplating life, or just sitting, just because they can” Gun Roswell

The cat who sat, in the middle of the street, someone even pleading, for them to move away, as traffic would most likely cause some dismay, alas, the cat who there calmly sat, could not have cared any less, because they had a bigger plan, the bigger picture to see, because this was no ordinary cat, whom simply on the streets sat, rather someone with many philosophical thoughts, their mind in a constant swirl of all the things in there hurled, thinking about life, the passersby, even the faint smiles given to them on a few occasion, and so, without moving much, the cat who on the street sat, kept on plotting and planning, the life as we know it scanning, taking serious notes, and then posting those, in the galactic wide board, for the rest of the life forms, to make a note of, a warning of sorts, of what the Hoomans of the blue globe, were doing, without any kind of good form.