You are probably already aware that I am a huge fan of Sir Ian McKellen and the legendary actor turns 80 years old today! With no signs of slowing down having been in the West End last year, still starring in films and currently on an epic UK tour to celebrate turning 80! I will be heading to see it in August when he comes to Newcastle!
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Rosebud
“A rose by any other name “
Rosebud
Budding
While still a baby
Trying to get out of its secure cocoon?
Just maybe
Safe and sound,
Wrapped up and bound
In a softest of thorny leaves
As gently in the winds heavy
But soon
This bud too will bloom
The prettiest of flora
For everyone to adore her
A while the flower of songs
Her scent do very strong
Until
She too
Will be gone
Motor Ride
“On a hog ride today” Gun Roswell
Motor Ride
Standing, parked, in the street corner
Leathery bags setup to adorn her
She is a gorgeous thing
Just looking at it makes you sing
A black and silvery beauty
Was called out for duty
Hauling on an unforgettable ride
Almost close to something divine
When mounting the bike
There is nothing more to like
Than the feel of the power
As on the two wheeled ride tower
Hitting the streets
Nothing better to seek
Then the looks of strangers
Adoring the danger
But soon, the ride is over
It is time the mind to alter
When hopping on a manual bike
And peddling back home with strife!
Hopscotch
“It’s a child’s game, but so much fun” Gun Roswell
Hopscotch
One, two, four
Trying to score
The lines to ignore
Then get back for
To do some more
Hopping, bouncing
The numbers announcing
Going forward, then backing
This game is not fun lacking
And my pals the game are tracking
It’s a child’s play
But for me just the same
As this game
Is so much fun I want to stay
The whole afternoon today
Hiding
“But I am hiding in here, that’s the whole point of a hideaway!” Gun Roswell
Hiding
Safe and sound
From the scorching sun
Hiding under the leaves
Like some common thief
A tiny red truck
Who does not give a fuck
Of the fine days of spring
When everyone’s supposed
To just come out and sing
No, he prefers to hide
In a secret place so nice
Not one single sunny ray
Can cause disarray
For his colour of red
Could so easily be shed
Under the bright light
Leaving only rust behind
So, for the durance
He will take his stance
Under the trees
Where no one him sees
Mundane Monday and Spring Time 1
”It’s another Monday again folks, but today it seems to be so much nicer!” Gun Roswell
Mundane Monday and Spring Time
Apple Tree
A seat so close
You can surely get a doze
Of the fragrancy of the tree
Filled with greenest of leaves
And fully blooming white flowers
Which might just have the power
To turn the gloom in to a boom
And bring forth the time of spring
And make this day of Monday
So much better than any other day!
> Then say with me; thank goodness, it’s Monday(?)
Together we roll
“Hope on the scooter and let’s roll!” Gun Roswell
Together we roll
In this tiny little scooter
The two of us together
Facing the wide world
Where ever we are hurled
We are always together
Bound by an invisible tether
Rolling along the river
Even in stormy weather
But just for today
Let’s keep on a light play
Take the two-seater on a spin
And then get back for din-din
Starring
“We are in a starring role this season” Gun Roswell
Starring
A bunch of us, here together
Are coming out, in this gorgeous weather
We are the stars of this show
And when we are done, we take a bow
But until such time that our existence is over
We are part of the show which will be talked after
Our shining beauty and our excellent performance
Will make everyone wonder, how we are able to balance
Taking over the gardens and fields is a challenge
But we got lots and lots of talent
We do out bit and we do it with pride
And win any doubting Thomas to our side
Even after we are long gone with the wind
Most of our audiences will our praises sing
But don’t worry, come next season
We’ll be here again, to give everyone some action
Going, going, going… Gone!
“You won’t miss it, until it’s gone, and then, you may end up crying” Gun Roswell
Going, going, going… Gone!
A sunrise, a scented flower, or even, a pretty face
Here today, but, suddenly gone, without one single trace
You try to look for it, in all the familiar places
But alas, there is nothing left, no image, no smell, even the shadows have disappeared
Everything vanished, completely wiped out, nothing left, but an empty space
What happened? You may think
As it takes such a long time for the realization to sink
When did I see it?
It was just there a moment ago, I remember it quite clearly,
It was just there, just yesterday, or was it a year ago, maybe even ten?
What the hell happened?
Am I remembering correctly, or was it all a false memory,
Maybe an illusion, some kind of self-made delusion?
Where did the time go?
It’s all just temporary, like a juicy bit strawberry
Only good for one day, then it will slowly start to decay
Leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth
Thinking what the hell was I really thinking about
I was trying to cherish the redness of it all
Trying my devouring, my tasting to stall
But now it is almost gone
So, where oh where did I go wrong?
Use it, eat it, visit it, live it, contact them
As everything in existence, they only remain for an instant
Then under the hammer they all will go
Going once, going twice, going three times, and then, gone!
Phases (2)
“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell
Phases
From round to crescent and back again
When observing the dark night skies
Watching, how the stars and planets align
You will notice one off thing up there
A shiny bright object, phasing from a slice to a sphere
But do not worry, as there is nothing to fear
Soon enough, the fullness will again appear
The moon, as they call it, will be as fit
As it ever can bee, for you see
It does not really disappear, but only goes to hiding
Waiting for you, to go and find it 😉
Rantings Of A Third Kind 