One seat, two seat – it’s Sunday!

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“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell

Seats? On a Sunday?
Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok?
When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?

No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.

As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!

Serially?

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“Sweet and soft and heavenly? An odd combo maybe?” Gun Roswell

There is just
something about you
I am in lust
And only for you

I am finding it impossible
to stay away
Highly improbable
Anything would keep me at bay

I lost you
Luckily
I found you

My little bit of Heaven
By sweet sweet
I am up to seven
My one and only treat

My sweet chocolate bar
In a serial package
You didn’t venture too far
When I was tracking

It’s May Day!

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“The First of May. also Labour Day, a day filled with noise and balloons?” Gun Roswell

“May Day! May Day!”

The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff

“What the F…!”

As this, was supposed to be my day off!

Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough

I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul

First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow

What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw

It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour

So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!

If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit

So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic

Best of times, worst of times

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“Kind of a cliche isn’t it just?” Gun Roswell

At each ending

There is always a new beginning

Recapping the time we had been spending

Was one good or just sinning

Deal with the bad

Its ok to feel sad

Sometimes to get mad

Enjoy the little things

If you feel like it, just sing

And remember, no one can change at a bells ding

Take care of self and others

Shout out, if feeling smothered

Think good thoughts

But when needed, dwell in the past

Nothing really lasts

At least not for that long

If you are very strong

Its good to be weak

For sometimes what you seek

Is not a reward or a price

Just someone being nice

And a kiss or a hug

Does not cost too much

In the end or the beginning

Its just time we are spending

Behind the Trees

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“Playing hide and seek like a kid?” Gun Roswell

When you look really hard

Into the horizon far

You’ll find something pretty

Behind the trees still shitty

A white ball of light

Shining so bright

Blinding if you stare too long

But the temptation is strong

Let the sunshine embrace you

And enjoy the new found you

Because I Can?

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“Sitting, is never good for you” Gun Roswell

I sit in my chair

With uncombed hair

Pyjamas for comfort

Yes, you can call me a dork

I eat what I want

Go to bed when I need

In the shower i chant

Until the neighbours ears bleed


You may call me a bad seed

What ever, I don’t break easily

I look like a troll

You may prefer a doll

But not made of plastic

The only thing close, is my waistband elastic

So I may not be too fantastic

But I feel pretty realistic

And I am

Just because I can

Back to the coal mines

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“Time to go back to work again (it’s Monday after all)!” Gun Roswell

After, 

A very brief rest

You would think, it was the best

And turning back, to the grind

You would automatically new view points out find


Alas,

The time of rest was short

It only took the time to snort

Fun and games had only begun

But that only turned out to be,

Just another evil pun

Sunday weather

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“Sundays’ truly are full of surprises” Gun Roswell

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

Of it buckets full

Airport Life

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“If I would never travel again?” Gun Roswell

Queuing, security checks and waiting

Your co-travellers, all halting

Sweating, freezing, even sneezing

Expensive cups of coffee drinking


Children and adults alike screaming

The personnel, nope not them redeeming

So what on earth ever brought me

To the unthinkable screen?

It is Friday again

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TGIF!?!” Gun Roswell 

Just, as the night gave away to the awakening sun

I looked at the clock, which was a quarter to none

The long awaited day had finally arrived

Now, it was time for the first weekend jive!


Jumping up, from the bed, without much thought running ahead 

Towards the nearest field, not one thread my naked body shield 

Celebrations starting, as others start to arrive 

Soon, we are all joined in the ceremonial dance of jive


Dancing, singing, until everyone’s ears are ringing 

This is the spirit created by this day with hopes on habit clinging 

Forever or at least for a day

Thank Goddess it’s Friday never leave us but always stay!