“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell
This little Brain o’ Mine
This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind
So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate
“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell
Boat ride on a low tide
On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better
The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure
Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front
Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater
The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end
“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell
Blue in monochrome
That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend
“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell
Blue in complete motion
The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining
It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue
And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues
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Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!
“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell
Oh Gravity!
I trusted you, ya know
I thought we were the best of friends
Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink
But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya!
Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise!
And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere
Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!
Didn’t I do all the things ya requested?
Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well?
Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit?
Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely!
No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’!
Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!
And so, finally, here is were I stopped
The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!
So yeah, wider!
Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way
Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?
Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff
Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such
Fitting each part to their constraints
The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place
Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit!
Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form
Guess not really the regular or the norm
But what the hey!
If I can still stand up straight, do the walk
Then yeah, I beat you!
At least for this day!
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
“It’s only food but so delish” Gun Roswell
Bite me!
I am oh so delicious
You may call me precious
I am juicy an think
Please, you’re teeth into me sink
I may be only food
But I will make you feel so good
From your mouth and into your tummy
The only thing you can think is ‘yummy’
So bite me do
Please, a little chew
I m the best you’ll ever see
So on your marks, go, and eat
“The colour of black looks really great on a mysterious cat” Gun Roswell
Black as in a Cat
In need of something so cool, something quite sleek, something or someone, so totally deep.
Well, look no longer, as there she is, standing right there, in the middle of the busy street!
It is the black cat, of course, smart as that, all dressed in the latest fashion, well, yes, black!
And despite her being, well, a cat, she is well aware of looking good but, still, feeling laid back.
She is the model, pun intended, for each and every street dweller, her looks turning heads.
Human and animal alike, this black dressed feline will elicit smiles, as she all of them passes by.
Strutting in her slender paws, no one who has seen her can’t but stand it utter awe.
As this fashion forward cat of the streets, keeps on going with her head held high and eyes in a wink.
“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away
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