To build a summer cottage by the seashore

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“The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

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“Rain fall, during the Autumn months? Simply so, because of its namesake, the Fall” Gun Roswell

Dark Liquid fell on to the Dark Ground

Still and dark water, lay in perfect silence, on the hardest of grounds
It was there, simply for the one single reason; the dark cloud, let it fall down
Searching, hard, everywhere, and all around, for any kind of lighter shroud
Alas, the all saving light, was no where to be found

A flower of the day

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“The flowers are still blooming” Gun Roswell

A flower of the day

The flower for today
Here on a nice display
Not a pretty little thing
Just a bad drawing
Done in haste
But did nit want it to go to waste
A naive painting
Will not be the zing
But if you gave a quirky smile
That will do for a while

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

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Maybe, it’s a wormhole? A gateway to other far away lands? Or then, it simply is the sun shining today?” Gun Roswell 

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

The skies of today, are completely filled with clouds
Some might say, an old mystery it totally shrouds
But then the others, dream of another type of scenario there
Where, a pathway opens up abruptly, to new vistas and spheres 

But whatever and whose ever the train of thought 
Whatever you or others wished for and sought 
Always keep on looking, high up towards the changing skies
Who knows what interesting things there you may eventually find!

Monday aesthetic

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“Nothing like a mundane Monday to notice the gorges objects around me” Gun Roswell 

Monday aesthetic 

The Monday may have started as totally mundane
But in my own mind I will try to make it a fun day
While looking around, from the tall skies to the very ground
There are so many fantastic things all over to be found
Making the mundane to something fabulous and and stuff of beauty
Makes me happy, smiling and I know I have filled my duty 

Secluded seat off street

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“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell

Secluded seat off street 

The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead 
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance 
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner 
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har! 

The Sign

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“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”

The Sign

Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives

Blue, by the seashores of more

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“Nothing paints the feeling of longing and sadness better, than the colour of blue, right?” Gun Roswell

Blue, by the seashores of more

Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind

Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!

Seated, in Cyprus

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“Sit, because it’s a seat, so go ahead” Gun Roswell

Seated, in Cyprus

A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening

A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin

Monochrome Magic (3)

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“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Monochrome Magic (3)

Hiding leaf

A half rotten leaf
Hang on to the tree
So strongly willed
That even the chills
Of autumn weather
Could not breach the tether
As strong as the mighty oak
It was grabbing on
Some said, it was a joke
Nothing could survive
The circle of life

“Well,” said the lone leaf
“In your face Mother Nature,
Serves you to let your hatred
Leashed onto a poor piece of dying matter
But now I am finally striking back at ya
So, deal with it,
For I ain’t taking shit
I’ll be here
Way until next year!”