Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Hells bangers on their bikes
Riding down the road side, ignoring all
The rules, as they say
“They were made for fools”
Driving very fast, moving every other car
Past, until they reach first
Place, in front of the
Row, all the others in tow, but
Since they are going so
Very slow, the bikers soon
Will be long gone, riding to where
Ever, never to be seen
Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Walking down the lane of
Memories, even though none of my own
Since I never been here
Before, but it is a
Great feeling, even if it may stealing
Dwelling in the old times
Making new memories all mine
And after a while, this picture being
My memory lane saved in
Time, to dig up when
I feel nostalgic, reminiscing places travelled to
The lands of very far
Posted in Seat Sunday/Haiku
“Sunshine, seashore and a warm seat” Gun Roswell
Seat at the Seashore
Cool blue hues reflected onto
A bench in the colour of blue
Painted to match the scene
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
New friends
A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that
It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were
But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti
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