Help me up, wont you!

“The black cat, helping a striped cat, well now, that is true team work!” Gun Roswel

Help me up, wont you!

There was something very interesting definitely there, on the window sill
As the two small size cats, kittens really, now on the floor, circled around, at will
Trying to get up, with still growing but short legs still, was quite the feat tough
And even trying to very hard to hop, hop, hop off of, the very flat ground
It seemed impossible to get up there, where something great was to be found
But neither of them succeeding, on their own, so what to do now, they frowned
Then a thought, came to the others mind, maybe working together was fine
Even if they both competed with each other for every single little thing in kind
But this time, maybe it was enough, if one of them reached on the very top
And then the other would know too, what it was so interesting up and out there
Which was intruding their very own domain, and threatening, just of the same
And then the smaller one pushed the bigger one, with a huff, on to the very ledge
Urging him to seek, search and then, to destroy, what ever it was disturbing their day
As the bigger cat got up, he turned back with a huff and a puff, as the only thing
Was a small spider, weaving its web while singing, and now already out of reach
For the small cat and his friend, whom, so eagerly had for big game tried to seek

“What a total bust!” The striped cat told the black cat, “Just a small spider, alas!”

“Yeah, all for nothing, that huffing and puffing!” The black cat told the striped cat. “But when we tell this story to the others, it was some kind of a big elephant or tiger, which we fought really hard against.” She then added.

“Agreed!” Said the striped cat, “And next time, I will let you be the one to go see.” He stated as the two of the strolled back to the litter, to tell a great story of two hunters, they were, slaying wild game without hesitance or even one flicker.

Seated, under the cool shade

“Just because, it’s a seat, right?!” Gun Roswell

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Seated, under the cool shade

A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers
Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover
All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning
A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening

But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end

Monday with the blues

“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues” Gun Roswell

Monday with the blues

Looking out the window
Window, with a big frame
Frame, so large and pointing to the yard
Yard, between the big houses
Houses, which are built so tightly
Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze
Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings
Buildings which are forever growing taller
Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller
Smaller, but not that of my dreams
Dreams, of the wide open sea
Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens
Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen
Seen only, in my, eternal dreams
Dreams, so big, it makes me think
Think, if I will ever be able to see
See the true forest of green or even the wide sea
Sea, where the blues are so cool
Cool as the bluest of skies above
Above he wide open calm ocean
Ocean, which will be never ending
Ending only, if I stop, dreaming

Second Snow Fell

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“Oh Winter, so,
you decided to enter our lives once again?!”
Gun Roswell

Second Snow Fell

The prettiest of them all
Is a surprise snow fall
When pristine snow flakes
The dark earth shakes

For a moment all covered in white
Even the darkest of nights
Shines a wanderer’s path so bright
She cannot help, but smile
This nature’s artistic delight
Here to last, at least for a short while

Snow in November
Will soon return to the sender
And all the wonder and splendour
Will be replaced, with rain none too tender

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First Snow Fell

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“Oh Winter, thou art a heartless bitch!”

First Snow Fell

Snow fell
What the hell?
If you can’t beat it
Just admit it:
You are defeated!

Dig deep in the closet
For that ensamble snow set
And remember what you bet:
Not to another winter,
Will my foot inside set!

So now in my window
Watching the snow fall
Mind wandering to a climate warm
With only sunshine and no storm
As the snow fell more steadily
I was sighing quite heavily

But just remember
Those rainy dark days in September
Guess snow in October
Will lighten the mood and nature
To a state of less hature!?

Half of a Moon

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“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls”
George Carlin

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Half of a Moon

The other half is hiding
Its time quietly biding
But,
After the sun has resided
It will be fully shining

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Tulips

Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo

“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Tulips

Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!

Train Tracks

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Train Tracks

Clickety-clack
On the train tracks

The finger taps
Someone, playing the sax
The birds along side, their wings flap
A gentleman, trying to nap
This is no place to relax
Just join this rhythmic parallax
Enjoy the beat to the max
For on this trip, no one pays the tax

Clickety-clack
On the train tracks

Piled Up

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Piled Up

Piled up, for future consumption
Possibly, in a fiery combustion
Or at least, it was the assumption
The other option
To this odd concoction:
If you follow my suggestion
Maybe build a house instead?

Berries

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“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore

Berries

Juicy and sweet
Its taste a treat
Mix it in a tea or soup
Maybe into your mouth just scoop
The seasonal red berries in the bush
Plenty of them, no need to push
Just make your pick
And soon enough, your fingers you’ll lick