People Watching

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“I love work, I could sit and watch people working for hours on end!” Gun Roswell

People Watching

In my own hide away I take things really slow
As I keep on watching life on the streets below
People, cars, rushing by
Time sometimes fast sometimes slow by fly
On ther way to their way to different places
Nothing and no one for a long still stays as is
Making observations and mental notes
Sometimes even daring, to take a few photos
Never a part of them, never far away from them
But ever the vigilant watcher
Of the life down on the streets never stopping there

Autumn, Fall

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“Autumn, Fall, what ever they may it call, it’s still gorgeous!” Gun Roswell

Autumn, Fall

In the middle, of the busiest of city centres
Lies a hidden treasure, an oasis, oh so totally splendid
Waters too, clear and very blue, just as the above fluffy clouded sky
The air, today, crisp and clean, with only a few small birds in flight
The bigger ones, such as ducks and even several swans
Make their own way, on the solid ground

But, soon enough, diving into the inviting waters
Frolicking, bathing, even playing, like sea otters
Which in this treasured pond, are not really, found
The odd passer by, giving, to the animals, all around
Treats of plenty, and then, remain watching, in complete awe
As the nature and the animals together a tableau worth a painting form
And for a passing moment, even time itself, completely stalls

Mono magic (3)

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“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Mono magic (3)

Hiding leaf

A half rotten leaf
Hang on to the tree
So strongly willed
That even the chills
Of autumn weather
Could not breach the tether
As strong as the mighty oak
It was grabbing on
Some said, it was a joke
Nothing could survive
The circle of life

“Well,” said the lone leaf
“In your face Mother Nature,
Serves you to let your hatred
Leashed onto a poor piece of dying matter
But now I am finally striking back at ya
So, deal with it,
For I ain’t taking shit
I’ll be here
Way until next year!”

Mono magic (2)

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“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Mono magic (2)

Berried treasure

On the strongest of tree branches
A bunch of free range berries launching
Their planned dive, several feet high
Plunging into the ground below
With sounds loudly thundering
Making the earth tremor and wondering
Wether an earthquake of a great magnitude
Hit the surroundings without prelude

Mono magic (1)

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“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Mono magic (1)

A frozen rose

Even the strongest and prettiest rose
Did in the cold temperatures freeze into an eternal pose
Preserved, for a longest of time
In the most natural cryogenic slime
With a mixture of pure clean water and the weather
The gorgeous flower has now finally been tethered
To the very ground, it once proudly sprout from
A preserved three dee image, now never gone

Day at the shopping mall

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”A day on doing absolutely nothing but shopping” Gun Roswell

Day at the shopping mall

In the morning
Before dawning
The rain fell but it poured
Friday, what a dull day
It was going to be?

But then
A hopeful ray
Of sunshine on display
Maybe
It would be
A good day after all

A new avenue
Just ahead sprang forth
Going outside
Maybe even
To the shopping mall?

Packing into the car
Still the drive is not too far
Easily finding a spot
In the underground parking lot

A hop and a skip
On the escalator chic
Into the wonderous world
Of shopping I am hurled

Glimmer and shine
Spreading before my eyes
A lot of things
Useful and the again not
But so what
It’s the shopping mall
And I’m about to fall
Into the lure
Of total and pure
Shopping bliss
I mean who could resist!

Windows and doors

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“Windows and doors, fascinating!” Gun Roswell

Windows and doors

Out of place
A cottage here stays
In the midst of concrete

Windows with sills
A door, so worn
Tiny, little thing

I knock
No answer
I listen
Nothing

Must be lunch time
I leave

Sun bed in the midst of rush

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“What an odd place for a sun bed” Gun Roswell

Sun bed in the midst of rush

A seat, of summer
Right smack in the middle
Of a very rushed place

It looks so great
Even, a little inviting
In the sun now shining

I stop and wonder then
Should I some rime spend
To take a break and just sit

Yes, I just did

Up and down

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“Up am down we go” Gun Roswell

Up and down

On this merry escalator
I am flowing against the waiters
I am not in a hurry
And there is no sign of worry
On my face or my body
As I am ascending and smiling
As up and down I am riding
I don’t really have a goal
Nor am I in a search of my soul
I just ride the mobile stairs
Fro the fun of it each and every day

Time for Coffee

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“Time for a coffee (or few)” Gun Roswell

Time for Coffee

Running around
Like a mad woman
Dashing, bouncing, skipping, hopping
Looking for something
To be found

Feeling antsy
All the way to my pantsuit
Wondering, probing
The inner me
I then, what do I see

A shop, with coffee
A coffee shop
A place where one can get coffee

I start running
It’s not even that funny
It with my arms flailing
I am the place slowly gaining
Reaching for the door

The smells so wonderful
I think I am in heaven now
As far I walk to the counter
And then place my order

Coffee, please, large