Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in Town
When on the town
Getting all around
There is one thing
You wish you had found
A seat, to relax on!
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
The Dame and the White Cat for Caturday I two
Posted in Caturday
“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood
The Dame and the White Cat
The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat
“Good evening dearie”
She said leering
“Nice weather we are having this evening”
That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage
I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’
As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind
She stated matter of factually
“I need more cats!”
As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things
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Smokey Friday for Freaky Friday I two
Posted in Freaky Friday
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Foggy, cold, damp. Do I need to this list add? Oh why was this weather made to last?
I could not wait to get out of here fast!
Staring, at the bright coloured images on the wall, that moment trying to stall. Memories from the year last, were filling my mind fast. Wondering, was it still possible? Maybe if I let something go?
Thinking, thinking, thinking. One more look outside, and there it was: I had decided.
Running into the bedroom, opening the closet door, taking out my suitcase and quickly, not deciding,
taking out some clothing. Sooner than later, the bag was packed. I had just stuff grabbed and now on my way downstairs, passport in one hand, suitcase in the other. Anything else, I could not be bothered.
Calling the taxi, anticipating, blasting, why I had not thought of this sooner.
Never mind, better later I told myself as the taxi arrived and it I hailed.
The door slammed shut, I was sitting on my butt and on my way, where ever, because here I could not stay: preferably sunshine and sandy beaches, as far as the eye sight reaches….
The End
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Through the Looking Glass for TBT
Posted in Throwback Thursday
Curiouser and curiouser” Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Through the looking glass
Life will quickly pass
Surfaces reflecting light
What a visual display in sight
A glimpse of an image
Transparent as the line of scrimmage
Moving fast and fading away
Only within imagination to stay
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Lanzarote for WWW I two
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“You become a better writer by writing. You become a better travel writer by writing about travel” Tim Cahill
Lanzarote
Scenic views
Ocean of blue
Fluffy clouds
Dancing allowed
Palm trees
In abundance
Sunshine
With substance
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A Quote A Week Tuesday
Posted in A Quote A Week Tuesday
“There is nothing in the world
so irresistibly contagious
as laughter and good humor.”
― Charles Dickens
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Mundane Monday: Sugar!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Sugar!
Very colourful
Exceptionally alluring
Highly addictive
All sugar
Just eat it!
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Seat Sunday: A Seat in the Bar
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat in the Bar
Sitting in a comfy leathery seat
With your favourite treat
Chosen none too hasty
A glass of something tasty
Enjoy the fleeting moment
Without any sound or comment
It won’t last for long
And then, the moment, is gone
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The Dame and the White Cat for Caturday
Posted in Caturday
“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood
The Dame and the White Cat
The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat
“Good evening dearie”
She said leering
“Nice weather we are having this evening”
That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage
I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’
As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind
She stated matter of factually
“I need more cats!”
As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things
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Smokey Friday for Freaky Friday I one
Posted in Freaky Friday
“It’s always difficult to keep Fridays confined within themselves
…they tend to spill over”
Kai Sinclair
Smokey Friday
Smoke, on the water, smoke, on the asphalt, smoke in the air: That is not fair!
Friday was finally here. A time of joy, a time of parties, a time of all the things you could not do during the week, because you had to get up early and that meant going to bed early… see where I am going with this? Yes it was just that time, Friday, the day, freedom begun.
But as most of us may have feared, the weather gods in their great wisdom, had decided our fates to follow an other path. The cold damp outside, just made you want to stay indoors, close the curtains, cover the doors. Light up all the candles… oh this was certainly a scandal!
Continued in part two
