Doors, Entryways and Gates

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“Remember, to check behind each and every door, open and even closed, then only, will you find, that which, you seek“ Gun Roswell

Doors, Entryways and Gates

The darkened wooden door, most likely, had something special in store
Shut close, tightly, even, if the red car up front, was in the sunlight gleaming brightly
The short clotheslines, filled with every day garments, of lived lives
But, when trying the handle gently, there was no granted, entry
All the secrets, of those dwellers inside, continued to remain, in the hide
The bright cream coloured house, with an off white entryway 
Planted pots evenly placed alongside, the narrow and tall stairway
Almost scenic in view, alas the entrance to the house, was reserved only, for a few
Alas, there was no sign, no written words, nothing, even slightly suggesting
That the odd visitors, were welcomed, to this, fine local home
The blue painted gate, lead the weary traveller, to speculate
Was there something there, to be seen, here, at the gate and in between
The yard totally sparse, and the house of the gate was protecting
Lacking any kind of locks, soon enough, the traveller, inside did trot
Then, quickly crossing the yard, in just a few steps smart
Knocking, on the door, with anticipation, but eyes headed, towards the floor
Soon enough, the squeaky sounds indicating the opening
A small and timid crack only, but still, quite inviting
The traveller softly and slowly stepping, to the darkened inside
After all, at this point, turning back, was not an option
And from now on, the best bet, really is, to just keep going, on

On set, shooting the ultimate selfie

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“Everyone! Quiet on the set! Ready, lights, sound, camera and… action! “ Gun Roswell

On set, shooting the ultimate selfie

All was quiet, the crew and actors taking their places
The lights were set, the camera was ready for recording all them faces
As the director had ordered, before they closed the doors
The only sound, the metallic clang that of a clapperboard
It was that time, for the shoot, the shoot of some serious selfie photos
As, in this modern day and age, no resume is complete without those

The proverbial needled dropped, on to the quiet floor
As the camera clicked, making the shutter stall
But only for a moment, as the dramatic duck faces image was captured
The end result appearing, on to the monitor for screening

All eyes on the very spot, where the end result blocked
A collective breath holding for a moment, waiting seemingly torment
The pixels of the very image filling the once black screen with colours
Some softly commenting, its a good thing there are no odours

Finally, the end product is complete for all to see
There eyes, the nose, the hair, nothing out of place if feared
A perfect shot for the present and the prosperity
Once some minor adjustments made with some filter trickery
Nothing more to do, except save, upload, post and send
And the world wide web, most likely will remain the same

Monumentally so

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“The monuments of yesteryear… yep, they are still here! “ Gun Roswell

Monumentally so

The dark and mysterious silhouette, against the night sky
Bold, pompous and really big, is the character flying high

Animals, people and even abstract figures were applied
The parks, streets and even museums, filled with all sizes
“Monumental!” someone in awe sighed
“Extraordinaire!” an other one was all smiles
“Such beauty!” from off the sides
“I want one of them to buy!”

The art works from yesteryear, were really pleasing, on the eyes
And the great point being, it was all for free, with zero cents for buying!

Roses in monochrome pose

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“Roses of any colour are so gorgeous, even in black and white poses” Gun Roswell

Roses in monochrome pose

The neatly made arrangement, in the tall vase
Making sure, the flowers, in an orderly stance stay
The fresh cut stems, certainly trimmed to fit
As all the colourful, roses inside of it neatly sit

The pose, so completely natural, it’s almost second nature
The plush petals trimmed, to reminisce that of a statue 
The strong yet delicate odour, filling, the surrounding air
As such is the nature, of this ever so romantic floras flair

Even, when stripped all the way down, to the bare basics 
The lush colours, the volume, and all other imaginable clicks
These, as the most beautiful roses, still stand tall in their form
Grey in colour now, but, that could have easily been the norm

But, it does not really matter in the end, too much really
Whether the image can be seen sharp, or even so clearly 
And certainly no kind of colour, even black or white
Can bring out the very essence or do just justice 
To this, entity, of a gorgeous rose, always, shining brightly

Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!

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“A slow ride on the rails, on a bench, in a low riding long car, the hum of the electricity crackling, as the driver turns the tram towards the happenings, a joyride, has begun“ Gun Roswell

Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!

The long, long awaited adventure, was them waiting
Alas, the now weary travellers, were still, hesitating
To get on board or not to get on board, was the question
And, whether to throw themselves, to the flow, with abandon
As it was, the exploring visitors, already had their plate full

After, some painfully doubtful moments of waiting 
On the platform, with tickets in hand, debating
Whether to skip this, reserved joyride, and go hide
Because the new place they found, was open wide
For exploration, and they were really, pressed with time

But, all of the doubt, was soon cast aside, at the first sight
Of the old school vehicle, with headlights so bright
Rolled coolly down the tracks, stopping, with a loud clank
The cheerfully red painted car, looking it could not travel too far
Alas, there was something irresistible, so why not hop on!

“All aboard!” The conductor loudly ordered, 
“Tickets please!” he then hollered
“Go on, move along,
There is no time to be wasted, for too long,
We are taking off, at the bang of the bong!”

As all of the passengers, started boarding
The best of the seats, some of them hoarding
But there was room enough for all
Small, fat, thin, odd, plain and yes, even tall
And so, the ride finally begun, with all of them in awe

Gaping, mouths open, at the passing sights and scenery
And one them even commented quite easily:
“Clearly,
This was the best decision ever made,
Or at least, on this, very day!”

Secret doorway

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“What’s behind door number infinity? Secrets? Buried treasure? Bodies? Are you willing to find out?” Gun Roswell 

Secret doorway

“Step right through, step right through” the bouncer shouted out loud
“Nobody knows what secrets may loom, behind this cool blue door,
Only a penny to enter, stay close to the center, 
For stepping aside, may cause you to go blind,
But the the rewards at the end of the corridor awaits those,
Who dare to venture, inside, the scary door!”

Surprisingly, there was a line just outside 
A long and a winding one at that, even of the fact
Was, that there might not be anything precious 
Or even remotely reminiscent of a treasure
Hidden or otherwise, which would explain causing a smile
To those going through the scary door
Alas, I was still one among them, feeling strongly 
That something worth while would turn up there, ever so wrongly

And, as I stepped inside, I heard the evil laughter 
Of the doorman, knowing I might have been drafted
For something I would soon regret
But, then again the option of turning back…
Well, I had accepted the challenge
So going forward, to balance 
The terror of a feeling, inside of me reeling
And after the door closed behind me, it had begun 

On neat city bikes on the city streets

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“There is nothing to riding a bike after a long time, just sit on it and peddle away, it’s just like riding a bike!” Gun Roswell

On neat city bikes on the city streets

Some of them, are totally colourful, some of them quite bland
Most of them, are in such great shape, with many of gears grand
Then again, one or few, are totally busted, the metal on them, through rusted
But hey, that is just life, and if you get a lemon of a bike
Don’t worry, and certainly, do not yet, go on a pedalling strike
Because, there are always more of these, fancy two wheeled steeds
Just around the very corner, and they do come, in with a very low fee
So now, since after the hardest of the steps is done
Which was, choosing the bike, for some glorious daily fun
Now, you will be able to ride down, all of them busy city streets
On that funky bike of the city, painted, oh so completely neat

Dead End

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“This is the end, stop, go no further, trespassing not allowed! So many warnings! Enough already!“ Gun Roswell

Dead End

The warning, was loud and quite clear
That of, the end, being, oh so very near
It was the stop, the last one at that
No going further, just getting off fast
Heading it, might have been a good idea
Alas, stubbornly, hanging on to the rear
Of the car, supposedly, moving forward
As backing up, was no the option smart
So, moving ahead, without a clue, what would be there
Seemed, like a good continuation to the fare
Started not so long ago, as an adventure
But after the stop and turn back warning made a denture
To the otherwise perfect unplanned plan of a trip
But heading any kind of orders, usually skipped
With a sense of rebellion, what ever the gig
Going on despite the feeling of surprise strong
Was tempting, and finding out what was waiting
On the other side, of the forbidden sign
Well, how on earth could I resist that!
The car shifted slightly, as If itself fighting
Against the notion of moving forward
Was way too strong to resist, toward
What new things and experiences awaiting
So, what the hell, no time for hesitating
And so, the car moved along
As did I, with the sense of adventure, so strong

Scenic from dawn till dusk

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“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell

Scenic from dawn till dusk

The days of sunny and warm
Spent around the old ruins just after dawn
Much to see and plenty to do
Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon

But for the enthusiastic traveller 
There is really nothing to complain rather
Enjoying the new vistas and the history
Of this place with plenty of stories

And, if you are planning to stay awake
Until the late of the event filled day 
Make sure to make your way to the beach
Or basically any open area seat

As the spectacle of the evening 
Is at that time about to begin
The sun setting over the open waters
There is really nothing to compare!

So keep on travelling, to strange new places
If only in your mind or in a virtual space
There is nothing more eye opening 
When out of your comfort zone staying

Under the burning sun

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“It’s so hot and bright, it’s way too sunny, and I am not waring my shades!” Gun Roswell

Under the burning sun

The burning sensations on the pale skin
Some say, that being here, like this, is a sin
Stripped down to the very basics 
A layer of thin cloth strapped around the slick
Oiled up body now splayed for all to see
On this sandy and none too secluded sea

Yes, it is again that time of the year
When finally able to shed all that fear
Of wearing nothing but a skimpy outfit
Even if on a far away private beach
But the shame of it all has been stalled
As the sun beckons under its power to fall

No matter, if someone wants to run an tatter
A tale of the odd ones out there, under the sphere
Of the golden and oh so bright light
Laying there, all days on end, their times spent
In dull motionless moments, without moving 
The angry mockers their constant torment

But they do not care, of the long stares
Because this is the time for nothing
The nothing of the very moment spent
Under the lazy sun, without talking
Without thinking, simply laying, eating
Drinking, the troubles away, because hey!
It’s that time of the year!