“Thinking hard or hardly moving one thought?” Gun Roswell
Thinking
Mind in full spin-cycle
As my thoughts its trying to tackle
I feel like i am about to chuckle
But then lost in another puzzle
My brain is trying to hustle
Thinking
Monthly Archives: August 2023
The Waters Edge
“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell
The Waters Edge
The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear
Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull
That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill
Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas
Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels
And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay
Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies
You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay
In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day
The Ugly Hat (Haiku)
“A hat, in the colours of a rainbow” Gun Roswell
The Ugly Hat (Haiku)
Hat so ugly, you smile
Colours too bright, mother, got the fright
Only ware if you dare
The sunset and the beach
“The cliche of the sunset? Well, it just gets me every time. I simply love it!” Gun Roswell
The sunset and the beach
Hanging on the sandy beach late in the eve, watching as the last rays are trying to reach each and every surface. Reflections on the glass blurring, the last rays of the brightly lit sun fading as the darkness is slowly but gently taking over the light of day. But for a moment they will still stay, frozen in mid air and everywhere, painting the skies in all the colours, then ending in bright red, before the time of returning once again, to their respective beds.
One final glance, one final chance to catch the gorgeous display before it has gone, disbursed into the fading glow leaving the night to take over. But there is no worries for the onlooker however, as a guaranteed scene of similar magnitude will return again after this night and the next day is over, a new spectacle will be there and give that same sensation the observers do yearn, a gift from Mother Nature, for all of us worshippers of her great skills coming out to play and throwing a sunset party each and every day again and again.
So thank you and see you, later!
Pink on a Window
“Painted in a bright colour, nothing odd about it” Gun Roswell
Pink on a Window
Yesterdays reflected
From old discarded windows
An old shack
Once painted black
Now boasting, the colour pink
It’s an eye sore some say
But others, smile and
In front of it for a moment stay
It’s not useful anymore
Who knows what secrets
Within it are stored
But for now, the windows
And the doors
Remain locked of course
And maybe someday
You may find the key
Which unlocks them all
Moped
“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell
Moped!
I am a biped
Driving my moped
On the street side
Nobody can stop me
Watch me ride
I am driving very far
Watching out for cars
Don’t want any scars
My moped and I
This trip is just fine
Me and my moped
We are together roped
Will not let
Anyone else
Ride on my tiny bike
Some say scooter
I say looser
This is a motor vehicle
Two wheels
Hoping, no on will steel
Having fun
Until day is done
Bike to shed
I go to bed
Until the next day has set
Hurry
“Sometimes, one needs to run instead of walking” Gun Roswell
Hurry
Hurry, hurry, time is running out!
Running, running, like crazy about
Trying, trying, hard not to shout
But, loosing my mind?
There is really no doubt
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Worry, worry, worry
Those are the trends of today
And they really, can drive you
Into so much dismay
What if I just say
I don’t want anymore to play
Hope it’s not too much trouble
But I just wish to stay in my own little bubble
to travel
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
to travel
ah, to travel and see the world
land, where ever you’re hurled
into a soft comfy bed get curled
find out all the gems and pearls
it’s almost,
like living in a dreamworld
Time flies
“Time flies no matter what” Gun Roswell
Time flies
Daylight savings what a joke to drop
No matter which way you turn the clock
Running out of time will never stop
Time keeps on flying no matter what
Whether you’re having fun or just stopped
Crying a bucket it’s all in the same rut
Just so yourself a favour and stop worrying about the flavour
Take a moment in time, maybe even try to smile
As time is relative, only in some one else’s mind
Night lights
“So much going on in the night sky” Gun Roswell
Night lights
A moon presented itself above the dim light street
It was only a crescent shape but still bright enough to see
All the potholes and bumps of the road ahead
When making a way towards the current homestead
When nearing the crossroads
I spotted an ugly looking toad
Large and loud it was making all kinds of sounds
But as it got closer I realised it got even grosser
Turned out, it was a vehicle of some type
A street bug of sorts, supposedly for the sports
It’s headlights so bright I almost got a fright
But managed to duck into cover, as I watched it away hover
Then all hell broke lose as several streams of light the night skies fumed
A ufo or some kind of search light it was
Making those surround me to really fuss
An invasion of a third kind?
That’s all right, suites me just fine!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 