“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Moonlight sky
The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine
All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright
The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Misty morning
Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking
The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning
Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Mysterious and inviting for an
Adventure awaiting at the top of the
Stairs or maybe walk down
And find another door way
But please, just try, as it is
Human nature, to explore the
Great unknown, no matter what
Awaits on the other side, that is
The part which is fine
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Charming,old school, flowers and
Pots, together they are stocked, in front
Of the windows and doors
An inviting arch way, a door
To the garden, to enjoy some time
With a cooling drink, away
From the scorching sun shine
Just for a moment, before time to
Hit the long road again
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Blue way, in to the
Ocean waves, an arch way, a portal
To other lands, other places
Walk through it, walk on
The water’s surface, feel the cool blue
Under your feet, that tingling
Sensation, when embarking in to
The great unknown adventure, in to the
Past and into the future
Posted in Seat Sunday
“Sunshine, seashore and a warm seat” Gun Roswell
Seat at the Seashore
A sunny day
Better not. indoors stay
Haul your derrière
To a better frontier
A beach, quiet and calm
The sunshine, like balm
Rest for a while
It is time to redial
Breath from the belly
Try not to be such a tight-ass nelly
Force, a smile
Forget the vile
Let the nature heal
For this moment you steal
And maybe
You get the ability
To load you mind and soul
Get a fill to the upper bowl
When sitting still
On the seat by the seashore
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
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
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
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
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
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!
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
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!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 