Fansbury (international Angela Lansbury appreciation day)

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“I’ve never been particularly aware of my age. It’s like being on a bicycle – I just put my foot down and keep going” Angela Lansbury

Fansbury 

Her big blue eyes and pouty lips
Taking a stance, with hand on her hips
Singing, dancing, humour and drama
Clapping our hands, shouting ‘brava’

The Dame, in the name, may have lead you to fame
And our fansburiens lives, have never be the same
Dame Angela, may thy name be written across the skies
We’ll stand down here, making high fives

Blue with fluffy

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“Floating on fluff” Gun Roswell

Blue with fluffy

Skies in blue with fluffy
Clouds so soft you want to run
Your fingers gently through them

Blue on blue (Seat Sunday)

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“Always the feeling of blue, present” Gun Roswell

Blue on blue

Blue, the colour of air
Blue, painted on to the lonely chair
Blue, waves hitting the shores

The cat, on a chair

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“Caturday is my kind of Saturday” Gun Roswell

The cat, on a chair

A cat, just came out of its own lair
An now, he is sitting, on someone else’s chair
Owning, everything, some may say, is not fair
But try to tell the cat that, and he’ll give you a really good scare

The cat, is the master
It will make you go faster
Than you had ever thought
Just to go get him some froth

Dare, at him for long enough to stare
You’ll find out, your eyes will forgo a big dare
Just accept, the fact, that you’re his property
And no one, has to walk away, angry

Sunshine

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“A warm day with sunshine” Gun Roswell

Sunshine

Sun, warm on my skin
Left the coat inside, going for a
Ride, on this cool day

Black Berries

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“Fall has descended” Gun Roswell

Black Berries

Buried berries in the bush
Pitch black against the colours of lush
Do not eat, they’re poisonous

Crete revisited (intro)

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“When travelling, travel with a smile” Gun Roswell

Crete revisited 

Taking a nostalgic trip, to re-visit forgotten places
Which mind and memory, long since have replaced
With images stored, in an album, never browsed
Despite all the effort, made promises and vows

So now, here I am, sailing across the seven seas
Letting my mind at ease, for carrying all the keys
Unlocking, and bringing forth, all those memories
Names, places, even faces, coming out of stasis

As the ship the designated harbour reaches
Looking forward to those sandy beaches
Clear waters, sea otters, dolphins and other creatures
As they all on the postcards were featured

When the captain let out a shout: “Land ahoy!”
I knew, this was not a dream nor a decoy
I had finally landed, as per trip advisory had planned it
Starting my trip, quite nostalgic

Monday, again

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“A horror story waiting to happen” Gun Roswell

Monday, again

it is once again, monday
that ever hated day
when joe and jane average
turn to the weekly slaves
back to the coal mines and daily grind
only dreaming, of free time

so monday
why cant you stay away
we would forever
be grateful and avoid the fever

Green with envy (Seat Sunday)

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“Green is the colour of nature” Gun Roswell

Green with envy

Opposite sits the other, green
Envy, hate, anger, never saying one word
Flowers in pots, soothing atmosphere