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Author Archives: Gun Roswell
A golf cart awaits you
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
A golf cart awaits you
To simply fool the neighbours
And maybe, even all other strangers
You hired a simple cart
Which was in itself, quite smart
Added a big bag of clubs
Well, actually, some might have looked alike stubs
Quickly, hopped inside the vehicle
While the others looked at you, stating it was totally unbelievable
Maybe they were even a little jealous
Because of this, what you ma called it; helluva
Trick, you just made up
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“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill
“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill
I have chosen this rather apt quote from the archives of the Quote a week Tuesday tradition.
In these times of troubled times
When there is hardly one smile
Just keep pushing through
We’ll all get over this, very soon
Gun Roswell
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Simply, Red
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.”
― Tana French, Broken Harbor
Simply, Red
Simple, should be the word
Yet so easily slurred
But, for any kind of mundane day
When all the colours, are just grey
Then with one simple touch of red
You will be, unravelling, the thread
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Silence for a Sunday
“The streets are empty, the neighbourhood is quiet, must be Sunday” Gun Roswell
Silence for a Sunday
The unthinkable, just happened
As I thought no more time indoors could I spend
Then a good sign from the weather gods
As the sun started shining above
The streets empty from anyone
Even if I could go out, I would be alone
In this times of trouble and fear
I still prefer to have some sunshine burning my ears
As I step out to the great unknown
From my now open front door
I am glad of this moment of silence opened
As all and everything in time have completely frozen
And outside of this solitary space of security
I once again dare to venture without any scrutiny
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Motorbike and the pouring Rain
“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot, just hit that pedal and don’t worry about the stains” Gun Roswell
Motorbike and the pouring Rain
When it rains, it may also pour
Your mind and mentality, soon enough, dropping to the floor
All them puddles, are there for you, just waiting
So, why the hell, should you be hesitating?
Just jump on that good old and solid moped
Get yourself out there, even if you might be soaking
Ride, ride, ride, wild like the kid you once were
Through the soaking rainy puddles, without any care
But soon enough, the fun could come to a complete and utter halt
If an unexpected flash of light, will give you a jolt
But then you might simply take the advantage
Of that free kind of power charging
And then, just keep on riding in the rain
Even, if you might feel just a little bit of pain
It’s just the asphalt, that keeps you grounded under your soles
Because, just this once, you dared to bare your soul
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Scooter on the sidewalk
“Just pick and choose, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell
Scooter on the sidewalk
The black and totally big thing, in that street corner, way over there
You really cannot help, but completely stop to stand and stare
It is so massive compared, to any previously seen bi-wheeled moped
Can you even be sure, that this, thing, can be called, a scooter?
If you are unsure, why don’t you just hop on and try it out and some time on it spend
You may end up liking it so much, you need to buy one for yourself in the end
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Blue Moped Ride
“Take a ride on the wild side, with a blue moped, then add on a huge smile” Gun Roswell
Blue Moped Ride
A slow ride on the minimalistic size blue motorbike
Turned out to be surprisingly the most interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat lazy derrière on its seat
But got on it with effort anyway, as I would never admit defeat
My knees, totally bent, almost to the very hilt
I am sitting here, on this, very very,,, well, world’s most smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies (who knows what else) in my face
Yes, truly this is, a most memorable stage
Riding along the slow and narrow streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am way too funny, much like a buffoon
Cannot say I am very much enjoying the scenery
As the most of my concentration is used to keep the tiny bike steady
But like all good (or bad) experiences, which do not last long, my ride has ended
And I am really so glad, that all this time to have wasted
At least, in learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on the other side of sanity
(Myself included ;P)
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Choose your own kind of ride
“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell
Choose your own kind of ride
Choose, a cool city bike, for a simple days fare
Stroll around the place, to check out the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will search and then glare
Once you get the taste of the big busy city
Soon you’ll start feeling, really, really giddy
And before you realise it, time has gone in a jiffy
But, still, wanting to see it all
Even, if you have to stay, until the longest time of fall
Now, here you sit and are wishing, time would stall
If on a moped or even on a big motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is really, no scare
Just remember to follow the safety rules, with utter care
And then, into the traffic, you’ll ride with flare
Oh, and don’t you worry, if all the people may stare
They’re just jealous, because of your fancy fare
Ride, ride, ride, the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so totally fast, that you’ll even have some time to spare
If you’re feeling, completely lazy
After a trip here, soon enough so hazy
Then hop on a yellow taxi cab
Moving, slow or very, very fast
Depending, on your chosen destination
There is no need, for any kind of explanation
Enjoy the sights, from the oh so comfy seat
There is even a calling device, when too much heat
Soon, the city tour has been taken
Without even one short leg shaken
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Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)
“The cool kids, in their rides, all around down town, they fly” Gun Roswell
Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)
On this, totally futuristic moped
We are travelling, nowhere fast
The license, may already have been revoked
But we, are still having a complete blast
You can:
Mock us
Call us
Old folk
Elephant skins
What ever
You want
But:
We, still rule
We, just need
A little more fuel
And:
We still are very much so
Going, going, going,
And, gone!
Bye-bye!
