“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell
Seven Cats for Caturday
Grumpy
For I am grumpy
Even a little lumpy
But I am the king
The king of this street
If you trouble seek
Then look no further
You found me
Me, the grumpy
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Shadow People
“Looking, ogling, watching, snapping selfies, people they’ll be!” Gun Roswell
Shadow People
Lurking in the darkness
Jumping out, making a mess
Those shadowy figures
Posing until rigor
Looks quite painful
Some quite dull
Before you even get to shout
They’re always on the look out
For that very best spot
Of yet another photo-op,
Where every they pop
No one can them ever stop
They are the selfie snappers
Always leaving an image after
The world wide web full
Counting from infinity to null
They are every where
Better not stop and directly stare
A different kind of race
Simply going at their own pace
Revolving around their centre
Is the world and time were
A duck face is the norm
And each picture is reformed
Do not get in the way
Or into a photo you may
End up inadvertently
Even quite accidentaly
And before you know it
You end up getting hits
Over there, in the world wide web
On this tiny blue sphere!
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time: I’ll be There (TBT)
“Not fitting in just means you’re in the wrong place”
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
A sale of shoes
Small sizes only
feeling bold
Into the men’s section
I wandered
No time to loose
A nice pair of boots
Fitting like a glove
I am in love
A passer by
Asks me to pose
For a picture
To be a feature
In the paper
In my raggedy jeans
Crashing a party
Of the cocktail kind
A piece of a pie
Instructing all to jive
I was an
Overnight sensation
Even without
The proper presentation
Dancing the night away
With a hip and a sway
In my way to a show
My face in a glow
Hoping premium seats to score
Then a let down
All sold out
Feeling like clown
My face in a frown
Life is a bore
Sitting in the entry way
Sobbing
‘Hey lady’ I hear
Can you sing?
In my mind a ding
My heart is throbbing
Without remorse
I join the chorus
Singing my heart out
Without a doubt
The best night
Of my entire life
Despite the lack
Of several facts
I can’t dance, act or even sing
Forest life
“It’s winter and the forest is filled with snow, duh!” Gun Roswell
Forest life
In the early morning hours
Even before the snowy showers
As I walk through the frozen forest
Admiring the trees tallest
Cannot help but wonder what may
All kinds of secret marvels lay
Hidden from prying eyes
Under the white winter skies
And deep under ground
For no mere mortal to be found
Content to just admire the surface
I continue my walk through the snowy trees
Late night, Late rise
“Sometimes you just need to catch up with sleep” Gun Roswell
Late night, Late rise
Slipping into bed in the early morning hours
Before the others awaken and get their showers
A late night spent without much remorse
Never been too good in keeping scores
But the following day
Totally may slip away
Waking up in the late afternoon
Thinking darkness came too soon
Just in time for the setting sun in sight
The skies slowly turning towards the night
Time once again wasted
I should have stayed in bed instead
How not to worry too much about it all
Since i really cannot time stall?
Decision then to sleep until the next day
And get a clean slate without pay
Summer Memories
“Ah, summer was so warm and light!” Gun Roswell
Summer Memories
Looking back, to the time, when the clouds were soft, the sky was blue and the weather warm
Looking back, with yearning, stomach churning, simply because
It was a time of elation, happiness of sorts, when only running around, in very short shorts
Never one worry of freezing or even several times sneezing
Summer, the season I worship
Summer, the time I can in peace sit
Summer, the state of light and colour
Summer, winter really has left me a bummer!
Reminiscing the good times, as always, that is what memories are about
It might have rained sometimes, been even too damned hot, but still I shout
“Summer, please come back again and as soon as possible,
Help me get out of this wintry white hole!”
Red Seat
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
Red Seat
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
The Girl with The Cat
“Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it” Rod McKuen
The Girl with The Cat
Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
Almost like aristocrats
“Mirror, mirror on the camera
The two of us are giving you glamoura’
Soon with us, all will enamoura’ “
The girl and the cat
Posing with a knack
Pretty pictures, are the result of that
Snowed In
“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell
Snowed In
Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint
“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”
Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs
Coffee and Mousse aka Happy Valentine’s Day
“A sweet filled day today!” Gun Roswell
Coffee and Mousse
A day filled with fun activities
Both solo and a few side kicks
Lot’s of breaks in between
The tables filled with delicacies never seen
Coffee, yes please
And then, what do I see?
Cakes and sweets
All them treats
Then the surprise
I see with my own eyes:
White chocolate mousse
How can I choose?!
Face and tummy filled with goodies
No questions left whether I should eat
Cannot say no to such fine produce
Coffee, cake, and even the chocolate mousse!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 