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!”

Monochrome Magic (2)

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

Monochrome Magic (2)

Berried treasure

On the strongest of tree branches
A bunch of free range berries launching
Their planned dive, several feet high
Plunging into the ground below
With sounds loudly thundering
Making the earth tremor and wondering
Wether an earthquake of a great magnitude
Hit the surroundings without prelude

The seat on the sunny side of the yard

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“The sunshine too special to miss, sitting on the side of it, what a bliss” Gun Roswell

The seat on the sunny side of the yard

After a long period, of just sitting, inside

The walls surrounding only, a place none too wide

Phobias, ever growing, of all shapes and sizes

The constant companion in this great, divide

But, a hope, every now and then

The opportunity some time to spend

In the soothing and gorgeous nature exploring

Appears, without so much as a second warning

Packing up a small bag of all the necessities

Because I am planning on a long day, stress free

As this day, will be one in a long while, as one of the rarities

Due to what eve is now going around the world you see

As I finally, take my first step, outside

To be able to venture into the somewhat open wide

I feel some stain on my very own face start

But, ignoring it for a moment to settle the light

And as I look beyond the front porch of my house to part

I know now, what the strange feeling was

Feeling the sides of my face and suddenly find

That totally unexpected, great big smile

Lanzarote island revisted, 3

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“You certainly will become a far better writer by writing and doing so, quite often, but you will also become a better travel writer, and can only happen, by writing lots about travel” Gun Roswell

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Lanzarote island revisted, 3

Scenic, are the barren, and now frozen volcanic views
Just outside, and beside, the large ocean, so very blue

Here, only softest of soft and utterly fluffy white clouds
Has up there high in the skies, their dancing allowed

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With so many palm trees everywhere, you think is all you can see
But look around, also other things of nature, in abundance, will appear for totally free

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And don’t forget the most important aspect, of this impromptu travel arrangement, the sun’s shine, making you want to dance
The only and needed, warming, filling, even grilling, but mostly calming, sustenance

Lanzarote island revisited 2

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“I tend to write every single day, even more so, when I am on the road, travelling” Gun Roswell

Lanzarote island revisited 2

Lunch time, feeling hungry, as travelled all day long
And for this experience, the need is, to absolutely stay strong

A local salad, on the rocks, and of course, of hot molten lava
Maybe, try to add, into the odd mix, some delicious guava

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Then for much, much later, a dessert
And you better make it, a cup of Java

For this here place, is now, our final destination
The goal, for the mind and body, an utter and total elation

Because, on this, fine, fine day, we will have lots of fun
On this, oh so remote island, born ages ago, of the sun

Lanzarote Island revisited

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“Travel back in time, to the wonderful island, of Lanzarote, but only in my memories and photographs” Gun Roswell

Lanzarote Island revisited

The skies, painted in the most gorgeous colour of blue
Clouds, so totally white and fluffy, but luckily, far and few
Sun, which seems to be always shining, ever so brightly
The pool just outside, now beckoning and oh so inviting

The local, and the original dwellings painted all in white
This, magnificent place, oh, definitely is our “campsite”
Our home away from home, well, at least, for a week
What else could one want, or to be, or even, to see?

But to this gorgeous village in the middle of nowhere to flee
On an island no less, in the middle, of the very, very large sea!

Mushy Mushroomy

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“It is once again that time of the year, to go out there, into the wilderness, to check out the bounty and do the harvest of it all” Gun Roswell

Mushy Mushroomy

The daily trip around the familiar park
Usually the hight light of the very day
As was the quick dash to the local supermarket
To pick up some goodies for the evening fest

So, walking the usual route around the moat
No, I wasn’t looking for any kind of boat
Just taking a stroll in the afternoon’s warming sun
Because that is the most of my daily doze of fun

Strolling along, humming off key some old song
Which I had heard, apparently years go, or so
But who is counting anyway, as getting younger, well
Yeah, that is still a thing for us old folks to slay

But, as always, I digress, and never the less
What did I spot on the path side, mouth agape open wide
As so big was my surprise, of finding these big mushy things
Oddly shaped and slimy looking nature created beings

And then, what do I do? 

Stopping right there in my very steps
Looking around like a psycho for the Feds
Then quickly as there is no one around
I dive down to the very slippery ground
Pull out a small bag I keep in my pocket
And start grabbing the mushy things out of their sockets
Soon enough the bag is completely full
I get up and start running like a fool

Because, oh boy! oh boy!
Today, thar will be served mushroom soup!

The cat in the middle of the street

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“The cat sat, in the middle of the road, staring, watching, keeping an eye on her domain, smart!” Gun Roswell

The cat in the middle of the street

The grey coloured cat, look at that
Staring us mere Hoomans, right in the eyes

“What on earth”, I huffed, “can she be up to?” 
“Is she, the much talked about spy?”

The cat did not budge, not one inch, that runt
We tried to pass, twice, from left and then from the right
But nothing, no not one thing, made this cat twinge
So the only option now, would be reasoning? Meow?

“Hey there, little kitty cat, would you think we could possible pass?”
I frustrated then asked

The cat just stared at me, as if asking, where the heck is my fee
And as if understand the thinking, of this freakish feline, I replied

“Oh, of course, you want a reward, because you know
Keeping this street safe from all kind of beings awkward.”

Stating that was like stating the obvious, which I have a knack for
So before I realised what I was doing, I was headed towards the nearest store
Searching for the best thing, which I could make the guard kitty sing
I immediately spotted the cans of tuna, sitting in the stands 
(Really? Did the shopkeeper and the cat have a secret deal?)

Happily after buying in bulk, back into the street I stalked
Seeing the cat there, watching, knowing, heck, most likely humming
How much of a sucker the poor Hoomans be
But hey, that is just fine for me, as the cats are doing a great job indeed

“Hey kitty,” I cooed slightly 

With an open can of fishy smelling treat
I hoped and preyed this food would do the thing
And as I saw the grey coated cat saunter towards me
Carefully and slowly, finally stopping at my feet
The signal there was pretty clear:

“Ye shall pass, now that I have my catch!” 
As if the cat would have said would it actually talk

So, now, watching the cat starting to eat
I quickly made my way across the very street
I had been granted access by one simple and tiny act
To give a thanks and a reward where it was totally apt