Go to Paris; in a virtual narrative

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“There is nothing more nostalgic, than perusing down the memory lane, I the form of old travel pictures of days now gone“ Gun Roswell

Go to Paris; in a virtual narrative

The busiest of streets, of the quite big metropolis, are never, ever dull
The markets and shops, the bars, and even cafes, always, packed full
At least, so it totally seems, in those very colourful snaps, of before
When travelling, to distant and foreign lands, was not, such a chore

Alas, the sights and sounds alone, are well worth the total of this short trip
To one of the best known cities, that of bright lights, some of us call, well, Paris
Even if it is, just in the faded memory, of this traveller, now home bound
There are still lots of thrills and quite joyful moments, there, to be found

Taking a virtual tour, of the times strolling on some afternoon by the shore
And alongside the long river banks, and maybe even, a short tourist boat tour
If you are game enough, then try to climb the steps up the tall tower structure
The Eiffel one, with the shining lights, covering each and every touristy picture

No matter how long the trek or what the destination, take it, without hesitation
Travel deep into the recesses of your own mind, in a cozy spot during meditation
Pick up the best of places of your travel, take a walk through the night time streets
Then make a short detour to the museums and later, how about something to eat

Well, at least, virtually, if you totally forgot
To order home food, from the grocery shop
As in times like these, to avoid that, disease
All of us stay home, and mostly, out of reach

Cats, in a row

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“Thar be cats of plenty, thar, in that row over thar, see?”“ Gun Roswell

Cats, in a row

One cat, two cats, three cats, in a neat row
One of them, soon, the others will try to tow
Because this is not a boat with oars to row

But that is neither here nor even there for this ditty
As the most important thing in this are the kitties
So, before this turns to something completely shitty

Moving along then, some rhyme finding…

The cats now neatly sitting, each other, are licking
Still in a tight formation, from that never slipping
They groom, they purr, they love, they slur, they sleep

This is a family of three, a kitty litter by all means
Tight together, through thick and thin, or so it seems
When, food time beckons, the matter all forgotten

Then each of them trying to rush and get to the plate
To make sure they get the best treats before it’s too late
Even if there is always plenty of grub to consume

But it is what it is, as there will be no trouble blooming
Since the eldest of them, always gets first bite without assuming
And the peace between these three, is kept without a miss

Early autumn morning in Suburbia

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“The sun is not rising, as it will soon be, a polar night ” Gun Roswell

Early autumn morning in Suburbia

Early, before the sunrise, alas today, it wasn’t going to smile
The cloud covered, grey and dark in coloured, low hanging skies
Were preparing, for the upon coming time, that of the polar nights

“But, it was just summer!”
Someone prompted like it was a bummer

“Yeah, and soon we will have snow”
The other piled on quickly in the other ones tow

“Quit yammering about the weather you two,
Because soon, it will be too dark and too cold
To even dare to step out from the home old!”
The third ones comment, surely shut their mouths

But whether the weather, was the topic or not
This time of the year, was always, welcomed with a scoff
As slumbering into darkness, was no way to get off

The difference at this time, between night and day
Was hardly visible, to the beady eyes now slain
By the blurred visions, from too long indoors staying

Only the cloudy and grey skies outside remained
And even those ones, who would like to complain
Had to admit, that it was cozy, inside their own domains

After all, this was a yearly thing in stall
For all those small dwellers, up the far north
Pending their time, before the coming of
Some other type of seasonal weather
But that was a topic, after this time, of fall

A Cold and Stormy Night

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“It was a dark and stormy night, at least, when you turned off, all the lights, and I guess, it was windy too, outside, as the title suggested it, right?“ Gun Roswell

A Cold and Stormy Night

The window view, as I was peeking through, in the darkness of the middle of the night
Most certainly, gave this, always up of a night owl type, quite the heart chilling fright
As the pouring, all soaking rain, was completely leaving, the window surface stained
But then again, it is just the ever changing weather, so who on earth, would complain?

And even if, some of the naturally occurring seasonal changes, sometimes, makes one sad
Especially, when the freezing cold air, is slowly seeping in, no matter how warmly you are clad
But hey, this is only one season out of many, with the types are plenty, or at least, we hope
There might be more of them, coming our way, because I just got myself, a new winter coat

Alas, whether the weather gods above, decide us to allow, some good stuff, more or less
Sunshine, rain, snow or yes, even wind, it will all be good, as long as we get all the variables
And maybe more, so, next time when I peep through the window, to the great wide, outside
I will enjoy the view, no matter what, as performed by Mother Nature, without too much of a whine

Berries, certainly, on the very top

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“The seasonal harvest, is finally at hand, and well, it wasn’t really anything planned, but I am going to pick me some, that’ll be fun!“ Gun Roswell

Berries, certainly, on the very top

See, the beautiful blue, black, yellow, green, but mostly red
Which are, oh so gorgeous, berries, and tasty as, well, hell
So, not really any kind of sense in, them completely wasting
Do, pick up, a few, or more, of them buckets and go chasing
Those, absolutely juiciest and sweet tidbits of the mother nature
And then climbing up that tall ladder, and what, an adventure!
Really, just do your best ever(so far) thing before that winter
And, maybe earn in the process, a few of them ouch-y splinters
But, really, the main point, of this, totally silly and very little ditty
Is certainly not to do, a lot of any kind of, self serving type pity
Rather, for you, yes, you, to get up, go, to the very outside
And, finally, to absolutely enjoy the garden, one more time
Maybe, even pick up a few of those berries here mentioned
Before, the cold hearted winter snow makes its intervention

Autumn and the nightfall

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“Watching the skies, for what ever up there, might just fly by; birds, dinosaurs, airplanes, ufos, they really are all, quite interesting“ Gun Roswell

Autumn and the nightfall

The skies started, to slowly turn, from a plain and dull grey
With the appearance, of some, quite unexpected lights of rays
As it was such a pleasant surprise, and thus saving, the day

It was after all, close, to the days end, and the night fall
Where the time, for a blink, of an eye of a moment, stalls
And all of us mere mortals down here, standing, ever, so small
Awaiting, for that one spectacle, promised, since early morn’

Good things come to those, who dare to wait in line
And, as keeping on gazing up, into the deep and darkening skies
What do these tired and old vision goggles finally, do spy
But a gorgeous painting, forming, right there, before the very eyes

As the performance of the clouds, lights and stars, high in the skies
Begin their nightly dance, with a slow pace, almost a state of trance
Before all of us small beings, who consider themselves, devoted fans

Midday sun, Seated, no energy to run

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“The seat on the sunny side, usually beckons to sit down, even, if you are not tired” Gun Roswell

Midday sun, Seated, no energy to run

The midday sun, high up, in the cloud free and cool blue, afternoon sky
Was burning the skins, of all and anyone, daring, to venture, outside
Without at least, a full and total coverage, of some kind of defensive clothing
Even if it means, constantly pouring sweat and uncomfortable moaning

So, for now, walking down the streets, looking, for something, totally sweet
First, the pace was fast, then more and more slowly, because, of the heat
Thinking, that then again, the hot weather, might not just be the very best
Time of eating any type of candy or cake, or anything sugary to say the least

Even hot coffee, at breakfast in the morning, seemed more, like a chore
Luckily for this, very weary traveller, some genius, had invented a more
Appealing version of the dark liquid, fancily, called frappe, so basically, a latte
But only in a state of very cold and calming, poured in a tall kind of glass-e

Alas, soon enough, all thoughts of any kind of food or anything else to eat
Was pulled out of the mind, as that totally consuming, sweat pouring heat
Started to get the best of this, supposed explorer of all kinds of things great
And then, the slowing down of the feet, so telling, it was, time, for a break

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, the sun, still terribly scorning
Sent out a ray (or multiple rays) of light, shining, on to something alluring
A bench, appeared, from the middle of nowhere, and placed, just in front
The road to the beach front, sitting there, as it was waiting for this runt

And to top it all, seeing, a bottle, of something cooling inside, laid there
Just like it had been dropped especially by order, somehow, knowing, I swear
It was still ice cold, sizzling there, when I dared to step closer and touch it
And then, when I was sure, it was real, I gently, and slowly, down sat, I did

Oh, what a total relief, I sighed, in utter bliss
Even if the touch of the bottle, made a slight hiss
Of a sound to the very warm, nay, hot air
But then again, I really, did not have time to care

Because this bench and water had me
The weary, tired traveller out in the heat
So completely, with one simple seating
Saved, and thank you so much indeed!

I write, all the time

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“There is something odd about a person, who just sits by the computer all day long, sometimes, even the night and types in words to an empty page, yup, definitely very odd indeed, and that person, is me” Gun Roswell

I write, all the time

I write I write I write I write and I totally write
Just, because, I really don’t have any life
Therefore, it seems,I have all, of the time
In the world reserved for me, simply, to write

My day job, that once I loved, does not much count
These days, I simply do, the needed amount
My family, yeah, I have it, at least some kind of bunch
But they never really cared for me, that much

So I keep on writing, slowly and surely emerging
Deep, in to the many worlds, I am now creating
They seem so much better for me, better for all
At least, inside my own head, I am having a ball

But when, I sometimes come out, to the real world
I look around and see, that time surely has turned
And I am now, an outsider, standing there, observing
Never really participating, and inevitably, learning

That I, was left behind, so to the others, to be kind
I return, to my darkened room, stand, beside my desk
For me, there is no time, to stop and take a simple rest
Rather, I keep on writing, as it’s really the only thing

I am capable of doing anymore, because I can’t think:
I open a new page, a blank one, and start the one
Thing I am friends with, and the words are pouring
Now, like never before, because I am, always writing

Step up Cat

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“There is always room, for one more cat in the litter, even if it gets a tad hairy sometimes” Gun Roswell

Step up Cat

Up the stairs, the tabby cat stepped
Gingerly, without hesitation, it self let
Inside the house, with smells of good
Yes, it was, definitely, after the food

But the soft purring and determination
Brought this tiny cat to the elevation
Of a needed being inside the dwelling
And so, without screaming and yelling

The tabby cat, who had landed a pad
With much snacks and all them pats
It could possibly ever needed in nine
Times of life it still had, and that was a fact

It is, once again, Friday, the 13th

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“Everything scares me, always, even the number 13 and Fridays too, then again, all days scare me: I am a regular scary cat!” Gun Roswell

It is, once again, Friday, the 13th

It was, once again, really dark
But then again, it was always dark
At least, as far
As I have that known
Deep, deep down, within my heart

The totally scary thoughts
I had always known, without a doubt
And with a full facial pout
I grabbed a hold of the shout
But the inevitable was lurking around

It really, did not help
That it was Friday, the thirteenth
Who was knocking now, at my door
Slowly, but surely, turning me, to the bore
Of one… Mrs Hide

And then, the worst happened
The warnings signs, unwrapping
A great big red flash of light
It was useless to more fight
The change was upon me… a smile?

“Chip, chip, cheerios, everyone!
What a lovely day, in the sun!
Hey, you want to go out
To sing and dance and shout?
It’s such a lovely day
On this thirteenth of a Friday!
So let’s all get together
And smile and laugh and what ever
I just love to be so darn happy
Cannot bother to be snappy
Because life is really too good
On this day of 13th mood! “