“It’s a cliche, I know” Gun Roswell
Picturesque
Unique, incomplete
Something, perhaps very cheap
A picturesque vision
Drawn, with precision
Luring anyone to stares
Up the mountain hike as a dare
There may be he danger of falling
But, nature is calling, so quit stalling
“Best bet to take a seat, is in the shadow” Gun Roswell
Seated in the shadows
The midday sun, came out for some fun
But unintended, most likely was the burn undefended
As all the dwellers, needed to be reseated
So, what to do, as the options where so few
Several ideas then into the common sir flew
And after a moment of thought, they all knew what to do
A hustle and bustle then started all over the place
Because who would be fool enough for too long in the sun stay
Moving furniture around leaving oh so many stains
But as the deed was finally done
It was time for all hard working people to sit down
And enjoy their day, only this time, sitting in the cool shade
“Seat in the side of the street, sitting totally sideways just to rest my tired feet, well it’s Sunday after all, so no fuss but to let the time stall” Gun Roswell
Seat on the side
The day long and sunny, some would say Sunday funny, but the warm weather so soon after a long while of cold and damp and grey, well, it got the better of this weary walker, on a simple Sunday stroll, taken just because, the weather was so nice and beckoning, thinking to be bold and so finally outside venturing, after all, these days, in the times of change, it was still a choice hard to be made, but not on this fined day, of a sunny and warm Sunday, but for a while, after taking the long tour instead and in a while, having a respite along side, was something totally needed and never mind, the passersby, looking at what the lazy one was doing, but not caring a single bit as there was no hurry to do more than just be and enjoy, the day of free, on this quiet and long day, and so, in place for a moment longer staying, before pushing on, showing everyone, this one was still strong after all.
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
“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
“Sometimes dreams really can come true – the once utopia seen in the minds eye being fulfilled in reality?” Gun Roswell
Utopia
In a world of black and white
There is no wrong or right
There is no war nor strike
No conflict nor fight
The land is wast and pretty
No one says anything remotely shitty
There is no poverty nor pity
All is done up to the nitty gritty
Ah, my silly little utopia
How did I ever dream up ya?
“Those shady greys are everywhere” Gun Roswell
Black and white with some grey
The sky so gorgeous over my head
I cannot tear my sore eyes away
Despite this monochromatic view
I choose to stand here’s and drool
Painted images with black and white
Make a beautiful tableau of the skies
Lurking greys are in the shadows
But only for the effect as the wind blows
Even without colour the picture is so vivid
With my camera going quite livid
Palm trees and cloudy sun filled skies
This is the place where the true beauty lies
“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell
Solarised when at the poolside
The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!
“The winter season gives you extra special tasks to do, like shovelling the snow almost every single day. Fun, am I right? Not! she replied, quickly enough” Gun Roswell
Working hard? Hardly!
The shovel at the door, simply waiting for me to finish the chore, the thing happening in winter,, the one with the snow, which after a while becomes quite the bore as it seems a never ending lore, the falling of snow flakes onto each and every surface, which seemed like a welcome change, for a day or so. But, as the same old continued all day long, all days long as it were, the beauty of it all soon faded and the eternal struggle with the snow shovel, soon turned to some kind of hatred, for the white powdery stuff, the winter seemingly too long and rough, especially with constant grinding of minus degrees of frozen solid, to rain and sleet and all that shit. So, in the end or not nearly the end of this season, it all had become enough, as the piles growing ever higher had no space to be, as you see, small yards make easy maintenance, but not during the winter’s mighty entrance, almost as an eternal pest that one is and makes one wish for a warmer climate to stay in. And so, with that in mind one snowy day, the shovel was left where it was left to lay. And the snow? Well, it would be spring time eventually, right? But hey! It’s already summer!
“Sometimes, one simply needs a break from it all.” Gun Roswell
Island life
A small Island, perhaps Greece?
A small piece
Of our very own history
Beyond the centuries
The oldest of towns
Considered the jewel of the crown
Alas the soft sunny beach
At your very reach
Ixia, Kamiros or Lindos
A small drive with the bus
Everything you’ll ever need
On the small island of eternal peace
Rantings Of A Third Kind 