“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
“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!
“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!
“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
“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
“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
“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
Like a vortex, it emerged Around the sun it lurched A halo of some sort Spreading, all across The skies forever blue Constantly changing the hue
The bigger it was getting But still the rays through letting The warmth and the light Never seen anything so bright Definitely a divine origin With no ending nor beginning
Rantings Of A Third Kind 