Barcelona

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“Travelling is such fun” Gun Roswell

Barcelona

When in Spain, in the city of Barcelona,
You really want to sing, dance and holler
For it’s marvels and beauty of a kind
In any other city is really hard to find
Someone else already made that song
Where two voices tell it really strong
Falling in love with this place may be easy
As everything here is done with pleasing
The one and only which could also be you
And then you’d be among the chosen few
Once you enter via port of any sort
Then leaving this place is not the worth
Of any other place
So then here you stay

New Year’s resolutions?

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“Another new year in the calendars” Gun Roswell

New Year’s resolutions?

Promises were made, just to be broken
A New Years resolution was just another token
Words without meaning in haste spoken
Was I really dreaming or just hoping?

Why then go through this bit?
Just because everyone else did
So now, trying myself to rid
Of this oh so very guilty trip?

It’s only the first day of the year
So why do I have this guttural fear
Of not being able to complete the deal
I made with myself trying towards better to steer?

Maybe, just maybe give some slack
And try to good intentions most of this stack
As I am looking towards the future, take a few steps back
Do what I can, and the rest, well only my best to do, then relax

Madrid by night I four

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“When travelling, enjoy the sights, at night!” Gun Roswell

Madrid by night

Peek a boo, through the
Windows I see you, a traveller reflected
In the city windows tonight

Madrid by night I five

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“When travelling, enjoy the sights, at night!” Gun Roswell

Madrid by night

Doors of gold, I am
Completely and totally sold, open sesame, for
Me! Tonight the adventure begins!

Madrid by night I six

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“When travelling, enjoy the sights, at night!” Gun Roswell

Madrid by night

Bar night, none too crowded
All the flies, have been grounded, one
Of them am I, tonight!

Frozen One

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“Frozen in time” Gun Roswell

Frozen One

Solid like a rock, frozen from bottom to top
Icy, cannot slice it, no matter which way you dice it
Petrified for ever, a work of art quite clever
Made in Winter, by Mother Nature, a new creature, of its kind

Decorating the snowy white field
With its transparent cold shield
Nothing can defeat it, beat it
It will remain there until the very end…
… after the rest of us are already spent

Happy 2019 to One and All!

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“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happy 2019 to One and All!

Colourful burst of light
Against the darkness
Of the night

The clocks are churning
The new year is turning
Time for a new hope
And a brand new future

Summer reflected

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“Oh summer, come back please!” Gun Roswell

Summer reflected

Through the mirrors of my glasses
I can clearly see as time passes
Visions of all the yesterdays
Within these reflected memories stay

Watching it all like a television show, so fun
My favourite ones, are those spent under the summer’s sun
When everything is warm and light
Even the state of mind without a fight

But lingering too long in the past
Can throw in the present a nasty cast
Looking back with only rose shaded lenses
Not giving a thought to all those paid expenses

Living in the here and now
May sometimes cause a frown
But the before today is gone
Some looking ahead should be done

The best bet would be not to dwell
And with the best hopes of a great future to sell
Live today the best you can
Because in those precious memories it too will land

Sundays I four

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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays

Take a walk long outside 

Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with

Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together

Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas

I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature

December lights I two

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“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell

December lights 

An angel called, asking, if we seen a pair of wings
You see, when on a drunken binge
When on the stage and trying some karaoke to sing
She had misplaced them after doing a new thing

A split like move, while finding her groove
Mixing the proverbial stew, with something totally new
Just on herself to improve and the audience to prove
An angel could do, much more than anyone knew