Caturday Haiku 1

Posted on September 29, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Catman!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Haiku

Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner

Clockwork Apple

Posted on September 28, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Freaky Friday

“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian

Clockwork Apple

The Apple

If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer (in TBT)

Posted on September 27, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Writer

“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character” – Alfred Hitchcock

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer

Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find

Look in,
Carefully

Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging

Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief

Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute

Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?

Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?

Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier

A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?

Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?

Crete revisited – Water life – Gone a Fishing

Posted on September 26, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell

Gone a Fishing

When the sign says, “Gone fishing”
That means all the bells and whistles that usually ring
Have completely silenced for the afternoon
And the boat is way, way out there in the lagoon

Don’t try to call me on my mobile phone
Do not tempt me with a sweet or a scone
I am completely out of it all for a while
And no matter who says what, I’m doing it in style

Fishing, fishing, ain’t catching a damn thing
But I am singing, grinning and clinging
Onto a hope, for catching a big fish to sell
Or at least, the tallest of tales to everyone to tell