“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell
Monday aesthetic
The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Animals and flowers up there
Painted on to the blue nature’s canvas
Alas never for long last
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Looking, like a large bird
Maybe it is an alien mother ship
Or just one super-human flying
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“Fluffy little things aren’t they” Gun Roswell
Cloud formations
Something bright through layers peaking
Is this the odd object you’re seeking?
Then hurry up, it’s gone!
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“From a balcony window, reflections from the past” Gun Roswell
Dreams reflected
Looking, like a time warp
Appearing onto the windows, of every house
My dreams bounced all over
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“A ray of light on a cloudy day” Gun Roswell
Descending
Descending from the heavens above
A ray of hope and light, maybe?
But then, the storm breaks
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“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Writing on the Wall
Mysterious graffiti on the wall..
The artistic views of street dwellers under influence of alcohol
Or possibly an alien message; someone who just wanted to make a home call
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“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Two Geese A-walking
On the second day of May
What comes my way
But, two geese a-walking…
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“Almost every Monday I have a charity thing. I like that. I do” Yogi Berra
Pretty with Yellow
Yellow!
Said the fellow
As he helloed
With a bellow
Of a voice
A little rejoice
In his voice
After all
He had broken protocol
And was finally
Smelling the flowers
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“Raindrops keep falling on my head…”
Raindrops
Rain pouring down the window frame
Feeling tired and totally lame
Staring into the stream of transparent liquid
My mind drifting and slumber comes quickly
In my dreams I start to wander
Into a place full of wonder
Where the sun is always shining
and nothing and no one is never minding
The tall tales of winter
Now left far behind me
Rantings Of A Third Kind 