Blue bug

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“Driving, in retro style” Gun Roswell

Blue bug

In the street corner
A blue lonely bug
Just wanted a hug
Or a driver to take
On a road trip near a lake

Painted in blues
In all shades and hues
She matched the skies
But were her expectations too high
For where could she find
That one person so kind
Now all she could do is cry

A little while later
When all hope was almost lost
A tiny girl in pig tails
Turned up and stopped
She asked the tiny car,
Clearly very scared

“Why so sad
The sun is shining clouds are blue
Just like you
Shouldn’t you be glad?”

The bug answered:
“I am old
It makes me cold
Not fashionable
Nor lovable
Cannot find one soul
Who would drive me
To the lake or sea”

The little girl felt bad
Then had an idea and laughed:
“Have no fear
I’ll drive you my dear
Alone no more
Neither sore”

She then hopped into the bug
Luckily she was small because the bug was quite snug
Driving together to the sunset
Never each other going to let

Blue and the Seat

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“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell

Blue and the Seat

As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

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“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken

No time to digress

The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now

Forgotten

Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong

Cannot help but laugh

It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold

Totally so, without hesitation

One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse

Ending up, in a hearse

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Seaside

Sun And Fun

Summer

Poetry

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Bike Hike

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“Nothing like a ride, on a bike, during the spring time”

Gun Roswell

Bike Hike

When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long

Blue and the lighthouse

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“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell

Blue and the lighthouse

The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night

It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel

A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer

The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

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“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects
 
 So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?

A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)

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“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
 
 A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)
 
 Sitting, quietly, even prettily
 In the green grass, so waste
 Looking more, like a pool so long
 Continued, to infinity and beyond 
 
 The total power, of summer
 Grew up, with the answer
 Of what is, the meaning of it all
 Nothing, but flowers of course
 
 Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
 Which will make your heart openly sing
 Colours, odours, can be all yours
 For a moment at least, consider a lease
 
 All the summer long!

Open season at the beach

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“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 Finding an empty sun bed
 On this tine beach end
 Did not seem so difficult today
 What a pleasant surprise, I said 
 As I hauled my weary ass
 Off from the green grass
 
 Into the middle of the sandy beach
 Choosing the best seat
 Laying my fat tired head
 On to the sunny side bed
 Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
 As long as anyone will me let