Click on the images for higher resolution
Author Archives: Gun Roswell
Photography: Greece, Rhodes 2014
Life is a Boxing Match
“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
Boxing Match
The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder
The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering
At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces
No one is winning
It is time
To up the ante
The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing
No one is winning
It is time
For plan C
Share this:
Photography: UK London 2013
Share this:
NEWS: WILDsound Writing, Screenplay and Film Festival Review
My Brain has Too many Tabs Open
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer
Stalking is such a Strong Word. Let’s call it… Social Research!
I’m not Evil, I was just Drawn That Way
I’m not getting old, I am getting better
Rocket Science? It’s Just Life!
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
Having My Cake and Eating It Too
I may not be Everyone’s Cup of Tea, but I am Someone’s Double Vodka
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
Share this:
I Thought My Life Would Include More Impromptu Sing-a-longs
“I cannot sing, dance or act. That’s never stopped me from doing any of those things”
I Thought My Life Would Include More Impromptu Sing-a-longs
Call me crazy
Or a little hazy
Mostly amazing
And feeling like a daisy
Bursting into song
With the bang of a gong
In the middle of the street
Quick on my feet
On a rush hour bus
Without any fuss
Laughing, prancing
Singing, dancing
A dull working day
Blowing my mind away
Standing in the checkout line
Feeling absolutely fine
Laughing, prancing
Singing, dancing
Call the white coats
And have me committed?
Wouldn’t you rather
join me and admit it
A sing-a-long
Was just the thing
You needed
All along
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream
Share this:
Four More Years
“The queen is dead, long live the queen!”
Four More Years
Instead
Of a president
Let’s make
The next elect
A drag queen
What a green
And novel idea
Ave Maria!
Oh queenly one
We would have
So much fun
Basking
In the sun
Without
Or With the pun
No doubt
With a shout
We hail
Long live
The queen
PS: Vote for Bianca Del Rio ;P
Share this:
The Blame Game
“Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise” Sigmund Freud
The Blame Game
When you are a lying
On that sofa
Crying
Into a coma
Blaming everyone else
Except yourself
Your mother, your father
Even the family pet rather
Than copping-out
It was your self doubt
Accomplishments gone array
Just because of a high
To have and eat the cake
Soon turned out a fake
Excuses made
For each mistake
“It was not my quirk”
“The dog ate the homework”
“The weather was bad”
“The others made me feel sad”
Stop the blame game
Leave the shame
Look in the mirror
The picture getting clearer
Listen to the gong
Playing the same song
It was you
All along
Share this:
Highway to Hell
“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill
Highway to Hell
You are on
The fast track
The last track
On a highway
To hell
Intensive pressure
Needing a refresher
Competitive pursuit
Of fame and fortune
Dancing to someone else’s flute
May end up a misfortune
If not stopping
Until you drop
The smart life
The simple life
The only life
You should choose
Before your goose
Is cooked
And you will loose
And get hooked
Share this:
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
“Not fitting in just means you’re in the wrong place”
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
A sale of shoes
Small sizes only
feeling bold
Into the men’s section
I wandered
No time to loose
A nice pair of boots
Fitting like a glove
I am in love
A passer by
Asks me to pose
For a picture
To be a feature
In the paper
In my raggedy jeans
Crashing a party
Of the cocktail kind
A piece of a pie
Instructing all to jive
I was an
Overnight sensation
Even without
The proper presentation
Dancing the night away
With a hip and a sway
In my way to a show
My face in a glow
Hoping premium seats to score
Then a let down
All sold out
Feeling like clown
My face in a frown
Life is a bore
Sitting in the entry way
Sobbing
‘Hey lady’ I hear
Can you sing?
In my mind a ding
My heart is throbbing
Without remorse
I join the chorus
Singing my heart out
Without a doubt
The best night
Of my entire life
Despite the lack
Of several facts
I can’t dance, act or even sing
