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Max von Sydow (1929-2020)
Max von Sydow (1929-2020)
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Winter Madness
“Nothing like a snowstorm in the beginning of spring to bring out the madness within” Gun Roswell
Winter Madness
When the early march morning beckoned
It was time, most of us reckoned
For nice, warm, sunny weather to begin
After all, it was supposed to be the start of spring
Alas, the weather gods above disagreed
Raising hell, with a cold streak instead
Pouring to the very ground as much as possible to be
The white powdery stuff came down on our necks
So, is there a lesson to be learned here?
Maybe, as long as we live on this blue sphere
Never expect the good old days with weather great
And always be prepared to the worst, with a bursta
After all, we live in the “good” and not so good modern days!
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Happy International Women’s Day and a poem for the occasion
“A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.” Coco Chanel, The Gospel According to Coco Chanel: Life Lessons from the World’s Most Elegant …
Happy International Women’s Day and a poem for the occasion
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International Women’s Day 2020 #EqualForEach
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. It is International Women’s Day, a day around the world to celebrate women and girls and to look at the…
International Women’s Day 2020 #EqualForEach
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Seat in Monochrome
“A seating in black and white, like from an old move set!” Gun Roswell
Seat in Monochrome
When you are all dressed up nice
And smelling like flowers and spice
Would it not be prudent to take a seat
Some place nice and totally upbeat
Strolling down the busiest of streets
The eyes spy something unique
A cafe with tables so quaint
Reminding of yesteryear, even the paint
Making waves as toward the cafe I sway
Soon enough, at a table I am on display
Like a picture prefect setting from a film noir
Hey, don’t mock it, until you yourself try!
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The black cat, who sat
“So, the cat is black, and ain’t taking no slack, it’s good is all!” Gun Roswell
The black cat, who sat
The blackest of cats
Quit prettily sat
On the street so flat
“Move along you darn black cat!”
A passerby evilly spat
And did not even shake his hat
But the pretty black cat
Just continued without a fret
Watching, observing life on the stat
After all, she was not from here
But from another sphere
Far, far, far away behind the atmosphere
Sent to watch us
Us small humans with all that fuss
And then, without much
The pretty black cat
Vanished, just, like that!
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Just, a few bricks
“Do you want to be another brick on the wall, or maybe, even on the floor?”
Gun Roswell
Just, a few bricks
When they laid down the bricks
And added some mortar in between
They did not realize the slick
Particle slipping just there unseen
Once the wall grew taller
The particle fitted in, smaller
But as the years went by
One by one on, just like on the fly
The particle got a lot bigger
Until it could no longer stick there
Bursting out of it’s confined space
It made with a loud bang its way
Soon enough, rolling in the floor
Made of bricks, of course
But the participle, no longer small
Just let it self, casually out the door
Into the great wide world it ventured with a smile
To look for something more outside the life
Of the existence of just another brick on the wall
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Umbrella Weather
“When it rains, stay under the umbrella, when it shines, get yourself a parasol” Gun Roswell
Umbrella Weather
When the rain comes down a pouring
Despite to the weather gods imploring
For some sunshine or at least a break
In the monsoon type of a state
The morning had started already
And no ending was seen ahead
The only option without being soaked
To bring a hefty and large umbrella on board
But then the clouds started breaking
Yeah, there is nothing like nature faking
The blue of the skies soon peeking
And the clouds of greys aside fleeting
A smile emerging on several of a face
Yeah, just because it puts you in that kind of state
Then, soon enough the umbrella will be changed
To a frilly and colourful parasol, out of this place!
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The Secret Island Getaway
“The secret cottage on an island, yes, my land, definitely (in my dreams at least!)” Gun Roswell
The Secret Island Getaway
When the world gets to much
And you are filled with such and such
You want to get away from it all
To a place hidden and very small
It may not look much
Alas, it was intended as such
A truly hidden place
Where time almost still stays
A getaway for only one
That is, maybe for some fun
There could be another added
But just for now at least
That place exist myself to please
And brains are left at the door
As soon as I stepped inside
And my foot falls on the floor
This is the secret of secrets
And there are never any regrets
Of coming here
Even if it is so very near
The hidden place in the shadows glum
Where only me and myself dare to slum
And if the sun would choose to shine
That is also very fine
This place of hidden is not defined
By weather, mood, even smiles
