Flowery three

“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell

Flowery

Bells

Bells of garden keep on ringing
The prophesy of summer fulfilling
The lilac coloured creatures
Will be the best of the features
Of the small patch of colour complete
In the midst of a city concrete
Onlookers passing by
Soon they too will smile
Singing along to the sound
Of the bells ringing near the ground
What a pretty place to see
In a other wise grey sea

Legendary, Happy Birthday Kate Mulgrew!

I think people think I’m accessible. I’m never treated as a star, either by fans or other actors, and I like it like that. I don’t get the star treatment. I think that means I’m a good actor. They acknowledge me as a human being, and to me, that’s invaluable.”
— Kate Mulgrew

Legendary

 A true legend
One could say iconic
Certainly much loved
Absolutely ageless

Puts the extra into ordinary
Special in so many ways
Remarkably skillful
Fantastic and most fabulous

Captivating every audience
Enchanting at the best of times
Fascinating by nature
Unforgettable, definitely that and so much more

 Happy birthday, Kate Mulgrew!

Happy Birthday to Mary McDonnell

“It’s really important for actors to feel that they’re more than something for hire” Mary McDonnell

Wuff wuff!

Astounding
Extremely enjoyable
Highly magnificent
Superior and fashionable
Impressive
Interesting,
Pragmatic, visionary
Sexy, yet elegant
Remarkable
Perfect with lingo
Captivating in every environment
Absolute favourite
Outstanding
Ultimately
Undoubtedly
Undeniably
Quite the wuff
For any species of a dog
To bark at

Flowery two

“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell

Flowery

Purple

Spread wide open to the sun’s rays
The purple belle sure has it ways
To lure in all the power it needs
And when night falls, it feeds

Pretties of all the flowers in the garden
It’s petals soft but inside quite hardened
You may look at it but do not touch
The belle does not care for others much

Each years she comes out at summer
Several weeks it lasts in full flower
But then the belle also must hide
For another winters smite to survive

Flowery one

“The gifts of summer, flowers all over hover” Gun Roswell

Flowery

Pink

A pink peony in the rose garden
Tried to impose, sneak in, hide it’s true nature
But the others were much smarter
Imposing the impostor, right from the get go

They shunned, pricked, ridiculed, turn their backs
For trying everything and anything there really was no lack
The roses were adamant to chase the peony away
Never in a million years, would it be able to stay!

But a million years and more passed
And still the pink peony has lasted
Growing tall and strong and pink
In the garden, full of roses, in sync!

Boat Ahoy! two

“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell

Boat Ahoy!

A boat from the times simple
May some good old memories kindle
On a day filled with sunlight
When nothing and none is uptight

Take a ride on the lake
With this ye old boat, no fake
Row a while, then maybe smile
On this day of summers so fine

It may be old a rickety
But try to use it skillfully
And to the wide side of the water’s deep
Then back again, it will have brought thee

Boat Ahoy! one

“Row row row a boat, gently down the moat” Gun Roswell

Boat Ahoy!

A boat from the past
Maybe it wasn’t meant to last
But refurbished and recycled
Now serving under a different title

A pot, maybe, of sorts
For anything that grows
A new life for itself and those living in
A cycle on put in a new spin

Fill it with seeds of flowers
Then after the cold rain showers
They will finally fully bloom
And wash away all that grey gloom

Blue Beach

“Lay under the blue sky on the cool sand” Gun Roswell

Blue Beach

Why don’t you, come on over,
To this place special, where
The Heavens meet the Earth
This, is the end, of the search

A place where, all that is lost, is found
A place where, the skies are the same as the ground
A place where, time stands still
A place where, there is only need for one skill

Enjoy the life that exist in the here and now
Of the time for freedom and being proud
Of the time for celebrating and singing
Of being what you are, as you come so far
Simply enjoy yourself, in the here and now

Easter Witches 3

“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Ye Old Witch

She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun

When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes

Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat

Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister

Easter Witches 4

“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Easter Witches 

Scottish Witch

Smelling of old whiskey and cigars
You can really spot her from a far
She is dressed in full red plaid
The only thing missing is a cat

But none too traditional a lady
All though character a tad shady
She is the belle of the ball
Well, for witches, at least
Where else could you call?

Dancing, singing, howling, drinking
The witch from the Highlands
Even on her hands will stand
And a whole bottle donning
Without even once blinking!