“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
The Arc de Triomphe
Certainly got that oomph
In the midst of Place de l’Etoile
Still standing strong and tall
The archaic Goliath
The biggest of the giants
For us tiny mortals to see
We have come to worship thee
“When Friday arrives, we’ll get on with the jives and then out there, on a boat fly” Gun Roswell
Boating Friday
When the waters are us beckoning
With their crystal clears and totally blues
There is no point in resisting
Just put on some casuals and also the mood
It’s the end of the working week for some
And that always means, a lot of Friday fun
As in to the harbour’s hustle and bustle
We are steering ourselves with working muscles
Soon the boats are filled with passengers
All of us, who are here for the adventures
Well, at least for a day or two
Because usually it happens, really soon
That Monday is at the doorstep awaiting
And for us that means no second, no hesitating
Alas, let’s enjoy the forty-eight hours or so
Before back to the dread we must go
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Take a ride around the town
Many a choices for a vehicle can be found
A bike ride safe and most simple
But with a hot car, your face may get more dimples
Down under, there are many a wonder
When riding the public transit, in a metro most fancy
Or maybe you prefer a blast from the past
In a pink car oh so very fast
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Odds and ends in this city you will find
People, objects, art and places to unwind
Although, my trip very short and well timed
I will try to see it all and keep it in my mind
With my camera ready and aligned
Now it’s just a matter to step into the grind
“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell
A Trip to Paris
Oh Paris, Paris
I want to look at thee
With everything, I see
I don’t ever want this place to flee
For, to all the places I have the key
And now, I am feeling happy and fancy free
Oh Paris, Paris
The everlasting city
“Almost every Monday I have a charity thing. I like that. I do” Yogi Berra
Red Roses
Roses are oh so very red
Violets can be the darkest of blues
But then again, so am I, so very divide
So try not so hard to mind
As this poem, is completely, out of any kind of rhyme
“Because it is a seat”
Old Town Respite
Sit down, slowly
Have a rest, boldly
In the old town, it’s the best
No need, for any kind of stress
After all, it’s Sunday, the time for less
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
Caturday on Kos Island
“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”
“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”
“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”
Up or down, it’s still a frown” Gun Roswell
Up, then down
Looking up at a burger joint sign in the ever darkening skies
Then suddenly, sliding down the golden escalator, at the exact time
Is this a time warp, a wormhole or an other dimension
Or plain old mind trick, playing a game with my imagination?
It may be a dream on a Friday afternoon nap
Or simply a total concoction inside a writer head gone mad
We may never find out the real truth behind this tale
But does it really matter as the story for each reader will never mean the same?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
