“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell
Throwback Thursday 1-2
These were the golden days?
How was it, way back then?
When all you had, was so much time to spend?
All those big plans ahead of you
Choices to be made, were more than a few
The image, in front of you now, might be a little faded
But did you manage to do, all those things back then stated?
“It looks so cool to be able to fly around all the time” Gun Roswell
It’s a Bees Life
It’s a fun way of life
Life, up in the skies
Skies, so blue it’s almost, untrue
Untrue, as I seem to be
Be, as I am a flying bee
From flower to flower I pop
Pop, and open up each lot
Lot, are there to choose from
From, each and every one
One, or more I drain from
Flying, buzzing, never stopping
Stopping, only for some shopping
Shopping, for the nectar I need
Need, as my queen I will feed
Feed, until she can no more eat
It’s a bees life
Life, without a strife
Strife as the humans see it
It, well, hey shit!
I might get stomped on!
“Just hanging, listening, observing, checking things out” Gun Roswell
Fly on the wall
I, am a small fly, sitting on the wall
Wall, which from I won’t totally fall
Fall, would be a terrible thing
Thing, as if I would be killed
Killed, to the very death!
I am but a fly on this wall
Wall, observing everything
Everything, and nothing
Nothing, as today’s such a bore
Bore, because I have no sugar!
Ah, sugar, the essence of life
Life, this tiny little fly’s treat
Treat, as in a sugary snack
Snack, as without it I would slack
Slack, well, yes, you know, lazy!
I basically don’t do much
Much, as humans consider such
Such, is the life of a fly
Fly, but now, I really have to fly
So, bye bye!
“Ah, to own a red two wheeled ride, of any kind” Gun Roswell
Red ride
There she was, parked at the curve
Waiting for the owner soon to return
As I laid my eyes on to her
All I really wanted to take a ride in turn
As I stood there staring
At the shiny red metal glaring
I swear I could see her flaring
Beckoning for me to a daring
Trip on the road side
An adventure on the wild side
An opportunity once in a lifetime
Knowing full well I could not deny
And before I even realized
I was hopping on the ride
Off and on the world
Little red and me were hurled
Having the time of my life
On this red bike so naughtily wild
“A throne fit for a Queen (of all kinds)” Gun Roswell
Queen Size Throne
A throne of magnificent proportions
Proportions, so huge, they would fit
Fit, any type of person who would sit
Sit, on this throne so great
Great, gorgeous, what ever the word
Word, to describe this glorious seat
Seat, fit for any kind of queen
Queen, from any country or court
Court, or maybe even a drag size queen
Queen, to be worshiped accordingly
Accordingly, as she sits on this thrown
Thrown, only fit for a queen of all
All, people, under her rule
Rule, until the day she can no longer
Longer, be their queen and then
Then, another one will be chosen
Chosen, to sit on this thrown
Thrown fit only, for a queen
“Summer and hot weather: Open the windows and doors!” Gun Roswell
Balcony Life
When the midsummer weather hits
Hits so hard, you cannot even sit
Sit, in one place or another without breaking
Breaking a sweat so huge you cannot wait
Wait, until the draft from all the opened
Opened doors and windows start to blow
Blow, so hard you can feel it in your bones
Bones, still sore from the freezing winter’s cold
Cold, you now yearn for at this time of year
Year, when you thought the warmth and weather would be clear
Clear, to spend all your time outside
Outside, in the nature so open and wild
Wild, but that is not in your own nature
Nature, ever changing for you and outside
Outside, where you wanted to stay for a while
While, but then a thought occurred
Occurred, in a flash of light
Light, which is plenty full outside
Outside, is where you really want to be
Be, but still in a very cool breeze
Breeze, and then, be able to breathe
Breathe in the warmth and openness of summer
Summer, you waited for so long for
For now, take a seat, a table and some drinks
Drinks, to keep you cool inside
Inside, is certainly not where you want to be
Be, outside, but high up, and then, it was so clear
Clear, as the skies out there
There, is the place where I can finally be
Be cool and, enjoy summer, to the most
Most, as I now sit on the chair in my balcony!
“Basking in the sun, lazily in this chair, when supposed to be, going to do some shopping” Gun Roswell
Sunny Side Up
When broken and tired of all the running around
So many shops and still, nothing to be found
The weather scorching, as is the heat
How I wish you could find one empty seat
Luckily or unluckily, the one to be seen
Is smack in the middle of a sunny type scene
The place so bright even the colours are fading
But since they are the only ones left, I will stop complaining
Hopping on to the cushions so inviting
Trying hard to ignore the offers quite exiting
But I feel still so totally spent
Not even those cute little things in the window will up me get
Panting finally subsiding
I am turning my face towards the sun so shining
Letting the rays of sun soak my sweat
I know, it sounds awful, but better than being drenched
After the moment has past and I feel lighter
I watch though the shop windows and get delighted
I can see something really nice i have for long wanted
And then, with a new spring in my step, I am inside invited
I shop and shop and shop until I drop
Then with all the bags accumulated for a moment I stop
Gazing at the still empty seat so comfortable
I know I need to sit down, before I continue my way home
Independence Day:
“See the world in black and white, and a few greys too!” Gun Roswell
Travel in monochrome
When travelling around the world
World, this nice round blue orb you were on to hurled
Hurled, like a whirl wind out of the blue
Blue, as is the colour of the sky’s hue
Hue, derived from the ocean so cool
Cool, as the wind which blows on the sea
Sea, which can be soft and hard at the same time
Time, is what takes you around the planet
Planet so colourful, yet so black and white
White, as the clouds hanging from above
Above, is where I would like to be sometimes
Sometimes, when all I see is grey
Grey, is the colour of this beautiful place
Place, which is at it’s best every single day
Day, when the clouds are raining
Raining, and the world turns to monochrome
Monochrome, so many colours, but only one
One. like this gorgeous place we live on
“Not all is glamorous in colour” Gun Roswell
Travel in monochrome
When all around you is in bright colour
Colour, which also has a pungent odour
Odour, which can be mostly nice
Nice, but when you look at it twice
Twice, may just be two times to much
Much as I love all the bright colours
Colours can also be these three
Three of the neglected ones
Ones which carry quite much
Much nuance as the other ones
Ones which are called grey
Grey and it’s sisters black and white
White is the perfect pristine one
One to co inside with the darker
Darker, darkest, call it black
Black as strong as night
Night, which fades in two grey
Grey which shimmers into all shades
Shades of the monochromatic rainbow
Rainbow with so many colours
Colours which are not visible
Visible to the naked eye at least
Least, just give them a try
Try on them for a size
Size so non existent it slims
Slims and makes you look so good
Good in black and white
White and then even some greys
Greys, which will then fade
Face away
Rantings Of A Third Kind 