Sad vs. Pretty

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“Contradictions during a twelve hour period” Gun Roswell

Sad vs. Pretty

How can a sour day
Turn your feelings to dismay
Easily; I should say!

Gloomy weather outside
There is no place to hide
Except, maybe in the inside

The view so dull and grey
I wish I could at home stay
Mind and body, starting to fade

After some time
I started feeling really fine
As I looked outside

The sun had come to play
Maybe, if I was lucky, to stay
Strolling into the streets quickly as I may

Finding the rays on my skin
So good it felt almost like a sin
Oh, sun, where the hell have you been?

Sleet and Snow

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“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell

Sleet and Snow

It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)

Rain and Snow

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“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell

Rain and Snow

Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface

Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating

Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!

Sunday Weather

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“Sunday’s are full of surprises” Gun Roswell
 
Sunday weather
 
A surprise
Waiting in the skies
Grey clouds forming
Soon, to be storming
Tiny triplets of water
Splashing down
Onto the driest of grounds
What a lovely sound
Finally, life
After such a long strife
Now dancing
Outside glancing
What could be more wonderful
Than water
And buckets full

World Wide Wednesday in London

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“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood

London

Over the rooftops
To the hustle and bustle
Of the streets of London
In just a few hops
A few old castles
And a famous dungeon
Hop on a bus
Without much fuss
Follow the lines
And you’ll be fine
Eyes wide open
Seeing more than hoping
In the evening
You are dreaming
Of how much more
The next day has in store

When it Rains it Pours (TBT)

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“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton


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When it Rains it Pours

The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours

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Favourite Foto Friday: Snowed in

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“Hell no! Even more snow? This is getting old really fast!” Gun Roswell

Snowed in

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Expected:
A snowstorm front
Heavy snowfall
All through the day

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Ten degrees Celsius
Of the minus variation
Appears colder
On your skin

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Stay indoors
If you can

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Just An Other Saturday?

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“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”

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Just An Other Saturday?

Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours

Just an other Saturday morning
In a month of Winter

More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur

But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?

Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find

On just an other Saturday

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Smokey Friday for Freaky Friday I two

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“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair

Smokey Friday

Foggy, cold, damp. Do I need to this list add? Oh why was this weather made to last?

I could not wait to get out of here fast!

Staring, at the bright coloured images on the wall, that moment trying to stall. Memories from the year last, were filling my mind fast. Wondering, was it still possible? Maybe if I let something go?

Thinking, thinking, thinking. One more look outside, and there it was: I had decided.

Running into the bedroom, opening the closet door, taking out my suitcase and quickly, not deciding,

taking out some clothing. Sooner than later, the bag was packed. I had just stuff grabbed and now on my way downstairs, passport in one hand, suitcase in the other. Anything else, I could not be bothered.

Calling the taxi, anticipating, blasting, why I had not thought of this sooner.

Never mind, better later I told myself as the taxi arrived and it I hailed.

The door slammed shut, I was sitting on my butt and on my way, where ever, because here I could not stay: preferably sunshine and sandy beaches, as far as the eye sight reaches….

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Smokey Friday for Freaky Friday I one

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“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair

Smokey Friday

Smoke, on the water, smoke, on the asphalt, smoke in the air: That is not fair!

Friday was finally here. A time of joy, a time of parties, a time of all the things you could not do during the week, because you had to get up early and that meant going to bed early… see where I am going with this? Yes it was just that time, Friday, the day, freedom begun.

But as most of us may have feared, the weather gods in their great wisdom, had decided our fates to follow an other path. The cold damp outside, just made you want to stay indoors, close the curtains, cover the doors. Light up all the candles… oh this was certainly a scandal!

Continued in part two