Friday, the 13th? Can’t be!

“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan texted me saying to watch my back… with a winky face. Should I be worried perhaps?” Gun Roswell


The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?

That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!

As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.

No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?

Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.

After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.

Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem

I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!

But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go

Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
.
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…

Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream

After all
It was Friday the 13th!

Live Long and Prosper!!!



Happy Star Wars Day!!!

From Star Trek official site:
On September 8, 1966, Gene Roddenberry introduced audiences to a world that championed diversity, inclusion, acceptance, and hope. This Star Trek Day join us on our global mission to “take the chair and make an impact” in our communities. 
This year, Star Trek United Gives is proud to support three organizations that do the real-world work of building a bolder, brighter tomorrow.

Who is Gun Roswell? Aka Happy 59th to Me!

“Getting older, wider and never the smarter? Sound about familiar? Oh well, there is always AI right? Perhaps some more of the new stuff to be added to the person I’ve become?” Gun Roswell



The year was nineteen sixty eight
Life still at stage wait
I must have been no more
Than three years of age

Little Red Riding Hood
Yes, I knew I could
In the borrowed red elf’s hat
Cutest thing you ever saw
Prettiest princess of them all
How could I ever top that!

Now, (fifty nine) years later
Oh life, you’re such a traitor!
I still love red of course
Now I wear it with horns
In the mighty stiletto heels
Life is as good as it feels

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer!!!

“At least there is no snow on the ground, yet!” Gun Roswell


Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

juhannus-truth

The Witches of Easter


“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially during Easter times!” Gun Roswell

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

Ye Old Witch of Easter Times

“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially during Easter times!” Gun Roswell

She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun

When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes

Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat

Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister

Happy Valentine’s Day? Why not?

Happy Valentine’s Day? Why not?

The love shared upon this day might be a little bit  overwhelming
At least for a soul somewhat having prepared to be their precious time alone spending 
Alas, when entering the glorious and often times anonymous World Wide Web
The eyes are certainly fixed on the plethora of greetings and wishes there sent
By he colourful tableau of cards in bits and bytes capturing cuteness without a strife
A true representation of the ongoing life?

Well, I guess it is all just… well… fine?

As this day is supposed to be for lovers and all kinds of friends 
Sharing all their devotion, those pesky emotions and feelings with a note and a possible present 
Yet, I cannot help but feel some kind of opposite way much to my dismay 
Of all this affection on this day out there on display 

So, guess my point of it all to make
Was not that it’s all just fake
Rather, yes have your day and eat your cake 
Mr Valentine, whomever you were, given us the name 
Is all good to me, but please
If you truly care, never your words of love spare
State them out each and every single day
To those closest to your heart, chilly or not
As that is truly the right way

WordPress Blog Anniversary!

…what a ride it has been!
and so, the journey continues…

A huge big thanks to all my readers, my friends out here in the World Wide Web of things!!!

A Very Happy 2024!!!


“It is that time of the year… Oh wait! It’s a completely new year! Card Blanc!!” Gun Roswell

The New Year

Colourful burst of noise filled blinding light
Filling the darkened day, soon turning into a night
The clocks, on the walls, and everywhere, are quickly churning
As the long awaited coming of a new year starts slowly turning
Time itself stopping, for a blink one an eye
As all the wishes and hopes, for a better life
Fill the airways, from every which possible way
Letting go of the passing year and all its fear
Because now looking forward, is a reward
Of this special midnight, which will make everything alright

Bread and Circuses for the Masses // Happy New Year! 


“Another year spent, where I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing” Gun Roswell

Bread and Circuses for the Masses

Bread and Circuses
For any and all purposes
Lights and loud fireworks
Maybe with some other quirks?

No time to waste
It is after all the time to celebrate
So, let us all unite
Leave our differences aside

As the New Year
We all hail
Even if following
A different trail

The past and present
Already having been spent
And so towards the future
From now on end
We will all ascend