A seat in black and white I three

Posted in Seat Sunday

“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell

A seat in black and white

A hard wooden seat
Can be a real treat
When lost in a land
You really don’t understand
It may be uncomfortable
But still very affordable
Sitting free
In the bushes under a tree
Or by the ocean
Under the cooling breeze

100 years of Remembrance — by Tallbloke’s Talkshop

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

via 100 years of Remembrance — Tallbloke’s Talkshop

Cat of Saturday

Posted in Haiku/Caturday

“Cats, the rulers of the world” Gun Roswell

Cat of Saturday

Sitting on a chair, this
Is my lair, I am the cat
In white hair, look at

Me now, and before me
Bow, I am the ruler of this
This seat and this street

Worship me, bring me food
And maybe if I feel like it
I will let you pet

Me, but not before its
Late, because I don’t want anyone seeing
Me being a pussy cat,

After all I have a
Reputation to maintain, and that cannot be
Stained by any hooman, ever

Bee keeper

Posted in Haiku

“Where’s the honey?” Gun Roswell

Bee keeper 

The bee has finally landed
Onto the deck, for some well deserved
Rest, but where’s the honey?

Apple invested

Posted in Haiku

“Invest in apples, they beat the crap out of doctors” Gun Roswell

Apple invested

I invested in a red apple
Eating it the very first day, then
I went and bought more

Now I have apple in
All formats imaginable, fresh, dried, sauce, jam
No, it’s really no scam

An apple a day, may
Keep some doctors away, but better than
That, they taste real great

Eat the nature’s divine gift
Eat it inside, outside or in the lift
You cannot go very wrong

Alone

Posted in Haiku

“Alone at last” Gun Roswell

Alone

The last of the colours
The last of its kind, remaining until
Gone forever since it’s time

It hang there for a
While, changing its colours with the seasons
Clinging on for dear life

In wind and rain and
Storms, even pouring snow falls but now
It is time to say goodbye

Alien world

Posted in Haiku

“Let’s see what lies beyond the final frontier” Gun Roswell

Alien world

Stepping inside the image, of
An alien world, at least to me
The colour palette, like something

From a child’s colouring book
Leaving the real world behind, entering whit
An open mind, never looking

Back, there is no return
Once the door closes, but I am
Determined to spend my life

Exploring this wondrous and dangerous
World, on my own, maybe meeting with
Some natives, who really knows

Tiny truck

Posted in Haiku

“The tiniest of trucks, does the job” Gun Roswell

Tiny truck

Tiny truck, often was mocked
For being so small, what could it
Really haul? The others kept

It taunting, almost to a
Point of haunting, until one day it
Had had enough, it got

Really tough, went out to
Get a big pack of stuff, so
Big, it almost was lost

Under the great big haul
But alas, with a huff and puff
The tiny truck, proved them

All, who really really wrong
They had been and until this day
The heroics are told by

The tiny truck that could

A seat in black and white I two

Posted in Seat Sunday

“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell

A seat in black and white

On a sunny day
In a near by cafe
Sitting down
In down town
Sipping on the coffee
Eat a slice of toffee
People passing by
That is just fine
It is still good to unwind
After speeding the dime
All day shopping
And street hopping
Maybe even a nap
You can afterward catch

Open the gateway

Posted in Haiku

“That looks like a gateway to the past” Gun Roswell

Open the gateway

The gateway on to the
Beach appeared, out of nowhere, in a
Flash of light, it was

Standing there, where nothing before
It existed. Now it is open wide
For anyone to enter, if you

Really dare, then take a
Leap and jump back in time into
The past of all time

Just remember, you may not
Get back, but that is a risk
Well worth taking, so stop

Your shaking and take the
Step, one small step for mankind and
Who knows what you’ll find