Phases (1)

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“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell

Phases 

From flowery to fluffy soft

Once in a full moon, these tiny white flowers come to bloom
But none too soon, they start to slowly swoon
Their petals transforming into something completely different
As the structure slowly vanishes, leaving behind a fluffy construct

So soft and delicate
But the form still quite accurate
As the wind starts to blow
The tiny things themselves detach
Then up in to the air they flow
Flying away, really slow

In the end, only a stem remains
Because nothing here forever stays
A reminder of the circle of life
But do not worry, there is no strife
It’s all the phases each and every living thing
Must endure, whether, fall, winter, summer or spring

Faces (2)

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“So many faces, even ancient ones” Gun Roswell

Faces

Faces Forward and Sideways

Faces off the wall;
Fast forward, backward,
Even, to the side
Expressions may vary,
From grouchy, to content
And even
To a widest of smiles
The ancient figures
On the relief of yesteryear
Quite approachable
In the now and here
Take a leap back to history
And you may end up
With quite a unique story!

Faces (1)

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“So many faces, even ancient ones” Gun Roswell

Faces

Boy Face

A face from the past, made to last
In bronze it was carved, by an artist starved
A boys image, preserved through the lineage

Displayed as a portrait from ancient times
For the onlooker, a jolt of historic vibes
A charioteer, who never had any fear
Always delivering, far, beyond and even near

In his own time, perhaps an unknown figure
Now, in the present times, celebrated with vigor
Thus owning his place in continued history

Mother’s Day Rose

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“To all mothers in the world, a rose” Gun Roswell

Mother’s Day Rose

A day of celebration for most
That is why I have made this post
To convey all the wishes of best
To the mothers where ever they may nest

Life can be a bit of a bitch
But today, I hope you will pretty sit
Showered with love and devotion
At least sent a message with a notion:
Of caring so much
They wanted to be in touch
At least on this special day
But then again, it should be that everyday!

So here is my message for you all:
Love your mother, mom, mum, what ever you may her call
She won’t be around forever
So try to make this day for her that much better!

Morning Light

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“Catch the sunrise in the early morning hours” Gun Roswell

Morning Light

In the early morning hours
Waking up to the smell of flours
And after taking my shower
I head on to the harbour

It is still quite dark
As my bicycle I park
But after having thought smart
I got to a head start

While everyone else was sleeping
Of the sunlight powerful dreaming
I got to see the vision so extreme
Of the early morning light pristine

The sun slowly ascending
Behind the waters edge sending
Chills down my spine, as so splendid
The reflections of the rays trending

What a view for the day
I wish that I could longer stay
But as I slowly walk away
I feel the warmth and light on every sway

Winter Flashback (3)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Winter Blues

I am again singing
The words just wining
As I go along
Hoping, wishing
That a very strong
Summer will appear
As I feel it was so near
Only to be taken away
Pushing me into dismay
Snow all over the place
Just hoping it long does not stay
For I was ready
For going steady
With a feeling of warmth
Long into the summer
But not it is all gone
In a wave of the wand
By the weather gods
What the fuck is wrong?
It is already May!
For god’s sake!

Winter Flashback (2)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Behind the trees

Behind the trees
I can clearly see
A tiny cottage peaking
From behind the snow seeking
Someone to rent it
For the summertime legit
Even though it may appear
That May is here
But the snowy scenery
Tells a completely different story
But not to worry
The forecast is strong
All though it might be wrong
But the promise of spring
And summer to follow
Do you really think
It’s just a wish so hollow
You dare not frolic
Like it’s warm and sunny
Ain’t nothing funny
Running in shorts and flip flops
As even the hare hops
Over the spring of spring!

Winter Flashback (1)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

On the snowy tracks

The sun on my warming back
As I walk in someone else’s tracks
Through the icy winds of winter
Even though it’s springtime
As the snow returned with a vengeance
Making its final stance
Before melting away before summer
Leaving us all feeling the bummer
In our flip flops and shorts
But I also take my stand and snort
Hell has frozen over
But I can still see the clovers
Sunshine and blue skies
Even the tiniest of birds fly
As it is the month of May
And soon, the warm weather is here to stay
(Until July, when we most likely get another bout of snow!)

Some kind of Grass (4)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Seat on the grass

A small size seat
On the grass so neat
Soon to be devoured completely
Into the growing grass so neatly
There is no time to react
Just accept the simple fact
Grass always grows
Every single where!

Some kind of Grass (3)

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“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Grass 

Fenced in and out

The grass growing wild
In the nature open wide
Neighbour decided
It was time for the divided
Putting up a fence
To keep out the green grass
But, alas!
Big was his surprise
When he saw with his own eyes
The nature cannot be contained
No matter what kind of chains
You try to wrap around
The very ground
Everything grows
Because it knows
That person is a fool
And needs to be schooled
In the ways
Of all things nature