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Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Sad vs. Pretty
“Contradictions during a twelve hour period” Gun Roswell
Sad vs. Pretty
How can a sour day
Turn your feelings to dismay
Easily; I should say!
Gloomy weather outside
There is no place to hide
Except, maybe in the inside
The view so dull and grey
I wish I could at home stay
Mind and body, starting to fade
After some time
I started feeling really fine
As I looked outside
The sun had come to play
Maybe, if I was lucky, to stay
Strolling into the streets quickly as I may
Finding the rays on my skin
So good it felt almost like a sin
Oh, sun, where the hell have you been?
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Seven Cats for Caturday (two)
“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell
Seven Cats for Caturday
Curious
What is there?
Where are they going?
Can I come with?
I am the curious one
Always on the look out
For so much fun
Can you stop
And on board my train hop?
If not then your loss!
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Waterfalls
“Nothing calms you down, like the sound of water, unless, it’s a tsunami!” Gun Roswell
Waterfalls
The sunlight reflected from the tiny pebbles falling downward
Spiralling gently, forming a giant puddle, soon the land conquered
The tiny droplets drumming against any surface found
Making a smooth, yet very loud and jazzy like sound
Bursting vapour into the warm midday air
The passersby getting their fair share
The spread of the refreshing transparent liquid
Which is good for washing up and even to drink it
And when the inspiration strikes
To rip all the clothes of and naked into the water run wild
Never mind, no one will be unkind
As the hot weather strikes, you will have plenty of others joining the ride
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Sunsets
“Sunsets, nature’s most beautiful paintings” Gun Roswell
Sunsets
Summer memories from a distant land
Holding, treasuring, in my hand
Remembering all the times spent
By the seashore, looking for something heavens sent
Keeping a close eye
Trying something to spy
A spectacle of enormous proportions
Which this darkening night brightens
The sunset most magnificent
Viewed by present day onlookers just like the ancients
Nature art spread across the night skies
There within, the truth of life lies
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Narrow lane
“All kinds of people passing in the narrow lanes” Gun Roswell
Narrow lane
People passing each other quickly
In the narrow lanes of the big city
No howdys nor hellos exchanged
In this buzzing everyday human maze
Trying to get away as soon as possible
Avoiding all the traps and obstacles
No talking, no chatting, no singing
Not even one single hip is swinging
This tight passage way a true test
On how to get out in a way best
Not getting stuck with anyone else
Not for one second, which would be hell
Nothing sticks to these wanderers
Not even a fellow time squanderers
Destined to roam the long lanes alone
Always and forever, being one, solo
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Sleet and Snow
“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell
Sleet and Snow
It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)
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Crowd Control
“Where there is a crowd, there is no control” Gun Roswell
Crowd Control
Pedestrians flocking on the busy streets
Trying hard not to trample each others feet
Crowding tightly into the smallest corner
None of them caring about any personal boarder
Pushing and shoving against each other
As over the traffic lights together they hover
There is no control over any actions
Just a lot of negative reactions
The crowd now growing larger and stronger
Soon there is no room between them any longer
Just one massive blob of humanity
Rolling down, in the busy streets, for all eternity
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Snow Plow
“When it snows it pours” Gun Roswell
Snow Plow
It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it
Especially since the snow storm hit
But on a pristine snowfall day
The snow pure white as it may
The view from the cockpit is quite charming
When moving forward and sometimes backing
Plowing away, clearing the roads
The outcome is great, even if the work is slow
Call it job security, from now until end of February
And if lucky, it will snow until June
Because the summer, it never comes too soon
Before you know it, it’s once again January!
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Seven Cats for Caturday (one)
“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
