Silence for a Sunday

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“The streets are empty, the neighbourhood is quiet, must be Sunday” Gun Roswell

Silence for a Sunday

The unthinkable, just happened
As I thought no more time indoors could I spend
Then a good sign from the weather gods
As the sun started shining above
The streets empty from anyone
Even if I could go out, I would be alone
In this times of trouble and fear
I still prefer to have some sunshine burning my ears
As I step out to the great unknown
From my now open front door
I am glad of this moment of silence opened
As all and everything in time have completely frozen
And outside of this solitary space of security
I once again dare to venture without any scrutiny

Seat in Monochrome

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“A seating in black and white, like from an old move set!” Gun Roswell

Seat in Monochrome

When you are all dressed up nice
And smelling like flowers and spice
Would it not be prudent to take a seat
Some place nice and totally upbeat

Strolling down the busiest of streets
The eyes spy something unique
A cafe with tables so quaint
Reminding of yesteryear, even the paint

Making waves as toward the cafe I sway
Soon enough, at a table I am on display
Like a picture prefect setting from a film noir
Hey, don’t mock it, until you yourself try!

Seated, while travelling

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“Seat by the busy street or seat, by the seashore, who, could ask for more?” Gun Roswell

Seated, while travelling

Running around, in a small town
Too busy to see, and everywhere to be
Never time to stop, to really take a load off
But the exhaustion eventually catches on
And there is no more ways of staying strong
Then it’s time, and what’s about to happen ain’t no crime


Pick a seat, any of them looks really neat
Just at the local cafe close to the water’s edge
This is the place to a respite pledge
Order some juice or coffee maybe sample the local toffee
Feel the energy returning, the tired gears again churning
Soon to the streets you may want to seek
Just remember, to sometimes, take a load off on a seat

Seated on Red

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“A red seat, in the summer’s heat, nothing more better, on a sunny Sunday” Gun Roswell

Seated on Red

The grass is green, the sky is blue
The seat is red hot, and it fumes
But never mind, as I am so tired
I need a place to rest, before my ass is fired

The seat in the corner there
Beckons me with its red flare
I take a few steps in a fast pace
Hoping no one else, will see the place

Quickly making my move towards it
I reach the red seat by the curve where it sits
Taking one more glance around
And then, I sit down…
Boy, am I glad to have this heavenly red seat to have found!

Seat and the Red

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“A perfect seat, for this ass totally in defeat, and now, I will enjoy, my Sunday” Gun Roswell

Seat and the Red

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Seated in Samos

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“Seat by the busy street or seat, by the seashore” Gun Roswell

Seated in Samos

Running around, in a small town
Too busy to see, and everywhere to be
Never time to stop, to really take a load off
But the exhaustion eventually catches on
And there is no more ways of staying strong
Then it’s time, and what’s about to happen ain’t no crime


Pick a seat, any of them looks really neat
Just at the local cafe close to the water’s edge
This is the place to a respite pledge
Order some juice or coffee maybe sample the local toffee
Feel the energy returning, the tired gears again churning
Soon to the streets you may want to seek
Just remember, to sometimes, take a load off on a seat

Seated under the shade

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“Just because, it’s a seat”

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Seated under the shade

A stroll in the heat of the hottest of summer
Looking, searching, for that perfect place to recover
Taverns and restaurants, all of them are beckoning
A soothing and cold drink, for this utter thirst for lessening

But alas, there is only one place ahead
The one, in the nicest of shades
And there is where I will spend
The rest of this day, until the end

Old Town Respite

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“Because it is a seat”

Old Town Respite

Sit down, slowly
Have a rest, boldly
In the old town, it’s the best
No need, for any kind of stress

After all, it’s Sunday, the time for less

A seat to sit on

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A seat to sit on

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Sunny side on the Bench

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“When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family’s car at the drive-in” Forest Whitaker

Sunny Side on the Bench

On the sunny side of the bench
No option of getting drenched

Enjoying the long, warming rays
In these unworried and lazy days

Before the days are done
Soaking in the healing sun

With closed eyes this moment
Like an image in my mind burnt