Winter Fun 1

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“There is nothing wrong with winter, as long as you get to spend it on a warm summers island in the sun” Gun Roswell

Winter Fun 1

In the early morning hours, it all started, supposedly it was to be just a few showers, but it kept pouring well into the end of day and the darkness.
The snow of it all! A total down fall. Winter fun? they said, Come join in the ride of a sleigh! Yeah, what we did not know back then, that there was hell to pay!

And, as suspected, the fun did not last very long, as the wintry snow was for us far too strong, to handle on the yards, on the roads and all that which followed in tow.
All the equipment and heavy machinery could not make it in time, plowing it all away, which would have been fine, but it just kept coming down. More and more and more.

Each and every single day, when eventually not even a sleigh could pass through. The white stuff piles growing higher all around, where there had been one or a few, now
more than even the mightiest dragon could slew. Fire! Yeah, that was the thing needed, and where was the sun? Not enjoying the wintery fun, that was for sure!

So, each and every day, we keep on trying to push the snow away. Alas, we are all growing weary, and even the temperatures keep going down, so scary, that no one anymore leering.
No signs of spring or summer, what a bummer! Even if the old almanac on the wall, has a picture of sunshine installed. No, it is all so totally wrong! Oh, winter thou art a heartless bitch!

Tales of the moon 3 Perspective of the moon

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“But it looks so small, hanging by itself, up there, in the stratosphere” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 3  Perspective of the moon

When looking through the lens, at the night skies mighty and high, something seems quite off or even bent. As the large and wide image, gives the impression that the moon is a small white ball hanging there in the line of scrimmage, like someone had played a game and left it there, hanging without a reference of frame. But as you gaze upon it with your naked eyes, a great and rather big surprise will be revealed, as the moon’s rise, gives the impression of a quite large size planetary object neither hollow nor empty. Changing colour from white to blue to even red, and that, is quite the topic for those who worship this giver of light in the middle of the night. Whether you are a casual watcher of a fanatic worshiper, it is all a matter of perspective, and really has no matter as long as you enjoy what you are seeing and, in the moment being.

Tales of the moon 2

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“I keep on watching the moon, until it or then I, turn into a blue hue” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 2

Behind the curtain of the highest of skies, it stealthy lurks, but only, during the middle of the night. As if it was much too shy, or even, trying to hide. It’s a benevolent being though, as it will try its low burning light to show, in the total darkness of the night, for those of us, in plight.

It is almost as if it is trying to lead the good fight, against those powers out there, trying to do harm. The protector of us lower beings, it could be easily as such be seen. Then again, mere fantasy at play, as if any planetary object, could evil slay. But whatever the belief, there is still such a relief, when the moon peeks through the clouds at night, saving us from fright.

Tales of the moon 1

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“Rhyming tales of the moon is what I do” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 1

Long ago, the ancestors glared at the moon, worshiping it, during its full bloom. The object in the night skies, could never tell them lies, and so, it became their god. This went on, until several eons were gone, before the dawn, of the modern times were swiftly applied. And technology tried to explain away, the mystery and fame, after that, the moon simply became, easy prey.

Now, the mighty nightly deity, is a mere object planetary, as the humankind, it did conquer in a time, where the space races of these lowly earthlings, were just beginning. Soon enough learning the mysterious ball of light, was a simple rock up in the skies. Nothing to be worshipped or even desired, just a dusty ole’ place, none too fine. But something important was left behind, those venturing out there in the high skies.

As the theories started, that this object of a moon, was really a vessel for the sky people. Those who might have visited, this planet so blue, to the moon adjacent. And that maybe the inside of it was hollow and something great was about to follow. That’s when the following once again started, as eyes and even telescopes up towards it darted. Giving this piece of a rock, once again a place in the cultural pop.

Shopping for Shoes Cats part 1

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“There is always the need, for a new pair of shoes, even if the closet is full“ Gun Roswell

Shopping for Shoes Cats part 1

“Madam, really wanted new shoes,
So she sent me out to scout, win or lose,
But, what is, a poor kitty to do?
I know absolutely nothing, of them tools
I’m just a poor cat, without any kind of those
Things, on my own furry and neatly trimmed toes”

The confused cat, on the corner of the shopping street sat
As it had been sent out, by her mistress no less, in a doubt
Now, as what to look for, as his poor paws, never needed
Any kind of footwear, at least, not since the one specific incident
On the season of Christmas, when his mistress, had smiled and
Some knitted clothing on his person without warning to try

“Shoes, shoes, shoes…
I have not got any kind of clues,
Maybe these, flip flop types, here I see
No socks needed, although, during winter
They aren’t exactly that heated
Alright, next shop, on my way!”

It really might take all of the day, for this cat, now looking for a prey
But not for mice or anything nice, not at least for him, even with trying
To find the perfectly fitting footwear, for the mistress, he did care
Because all those rewards given to him, from the keeper who did sing
The praise of this furry feline, and always, always was to him so kind
So, getting the most fitting pair, was going to be the reward for her

“I am going to get those shiny sandals I saw,
Just around the corner, in that one footwear selling store,
I think they will fit her nicely, with that gold dress spicy,
Then she will give me so many kisses and hugs,
And then I will sleep in front of the fire on the rug,
After eating all the fish, she has for me made as a dish!”

So, the cat on the prowl, went inside the store with a howl
Meow, he stated and pointed at the one pair nicely painted
The shopkeeper packing them up, and accepting the payment without a huff
On his way, the cat did so, with a bag and and a nice sway
Surprising his mistress, with a great pair of shoes no less
And as per suspected, he was rewarded with all the things without stress

Art I four

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“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell

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Plastered on the wall!

A hidden message among all
These pages to be found, if you
Look carefully, then maybe, just

Maybe you are able to
Spot the few words written long ago
A formula for a cure?

The answer to it all?
Just stare at the wall long enough
And you to will see

Art I three

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“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell

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Here’s looking at you, kid!

The shoes reflected in the
Mirror in a tiny box, a car of
Sorts, a lift in another

Place, a random encounter of
One self, since there was no were
Else to hide, the why

Not snap some pix of
The shiny pink shoes, staring at each
Other in the shiny mirror

Art I two

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“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell

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Do not enter!

The red colour should be
The indication of something different happening here
Maybe a painted round plague

Would be the final clue
“Do not enter, this is not for
You to be inside, nothing

Here to see for you”
Just follow the instructions and you cannot
Go a miss, on this

Street at least!

Art I one

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“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell

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Bottled goods

Don’t let the colourful exterior
Fool you, it is the interior which
Counts,especially for bottled goods

Take one down, pass the
Bottle around, fill all the waiting glasses
Then do a round of

Cheers! And sooner than you
Know, there will be nothing but leers
All around you, bottoms up!

Quote a Week Tuesday

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“A life is like a garden.
Perfect moments can be had,
but not preserved,
except in memory.
LLAP”
Leonard Nimoy