Nightly Signs

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“Even in the darkness of night, there is plenty of artificial light, the signs lit, to the hilt, lighting the path of the nightly wonderer” Gun Roswell

Don’t worry about not seeing real good, when the darkness descends, because when you hit the streets, driving, walking, cycling, which ever format you may prefer, the lights of the signs, are there, all colours, shapes and sizes, keeping your path lit up without fail.

But even if they look all cool and making the rest assured, that the traveller will never fail on their path, stepping properly, during each pass, the skies will remain darkened, hardly ever light in there, as even the moon, may be hiding, not behind shroud of clouds, but rather, behind all the light reflected, back into the stratosphere.

And so, as a reminder, with all the artificial light scattered across the place, it will never replace, those wonders of seeing all the stars and planets, flashing their longs since dimmed light from a galaxy far far away, onto our paths.

Athens, Acropolis in Monochromatic vision

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“The mighty ruins on top of the hill, the climb up a hassle, certainly no time to chill, but well worth the trouble” Gun Roswell

Basking in the hot summer’s sun
Smack middle of Athens, is the one they call, Acropolis
A place of fun, at least for some
Certainly a place of knowledge

And so, climbing up the mountain
Looking, searching for the fountain
Of wisdom and mostly, of history
Certainly shrouded in mystery

As I am now walking in the footsteps
Of all those famorus ancient Greeks
But, better watch for my steps
On the rather narrow and crooked path

Once reaching the top
The effort there but one hop
The view of awe and beauty in front of me
And now I know it really was my duty
To get here and learn it all

Two seats on a Sunday

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“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell

Seats? On a Sunday? Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok? When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?

No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.

As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!

Friday with a Cup of Coffee

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“The day of free, well Friday at least, is upon us and what better way to celebrate than with a nice cup of coffee, right?“ Gun Roswell

Friday, is here and so, a giant enormous cup of coffee is poured, simply because, it is the best way, to celebrate, the fact, that the weekend is upon, even if the day itself and the coffee, really do not make any sense, but then again, coffee, goes with everything and nothing, and if I feel like it is the very thing, to be used for some minor celebratory action? Well, then, who will stop me?

So, now that it is all settled, I too, will settle, with my feet up, without too much of a huff or puff, and watch the weekend silently descend upon my very self, of course, enjoying my big cup of the finest organic suspension ever devised and that is all I am going to do, over this weekend of free, and if some of you disagree, feel free, to sue me!

Sunday, will remain on my mind

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“Sunday is so much better than Monday” Gun Roswell

Why, is Sunday
Always on my mind?
When the working week starts
And Monday feelings smart
I have Sunday on my mind
If Tuesday brings some fun
Until Wednesday things get done
But enter Thursday
A total loose day
And again, I have Sunday on my mind
Finally Friday arrives
My face all in smiles
Feelings of Sunday on the arise
Quickly passes Saturday
My proverbial Caturday
One more night to sleep
In a slumber so deep
Dreaming, of Sunday
The one day
Always, on my mind
Oh universe, please be so kind
And let it always be, Sunday!

The photo album of life?

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“Too many images, do grace, my poor mobile phone’s database!” Gun Roswell

The library is full!!!

The flashing red light there, on the face of the device, which I so much like… well I am lying here, as being in love is most like it!

But now, it is so time for a hissy fit as that darned thing, stopped working!

As in having been filled, with so many images, those snaps having been taking along the way, most of them done of my own accord, with just a few borrowed.

All them pictures from the travels in the past, never meant to last, the trip that is, but as you can see, the images are somewhat safely stored, in the memory banks of the poor, calling device of sorts.

But nobody really uses it for that, as it is so much more, or was, cannot remember, as it is action as my memory too, just to name but a few things, this miracle gadget can do.

Still, I am ripping my hair off, trying to figure out a way, where these pictures to store.

As of now, the memory is full and so, well guess, delete, delete, delete is really all I can do?

Tuesday? Once a week only?

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It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

Red beauty for Friday

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“Something red and gorgeous, as we do deserve it for the upon coming weekend “ Gun Roswell

Happy Friday
To One and All!
If I will
Have my way
You will all
Have a ball!

That’s all
For now at least
Go, have a feast
It’s Friday after all!

Parasol for the sol

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“Come under my umbrella, there’s plenty of room to chilla” Gun Roswell

Under the umbrella of mine
Life is good and feeling is fine
There is nothing so divine
When beside you to be lying

Under the umbrella of mine
Feeling safe and sound
From the world around
Nothing sad to be found

Under the umbrella of mine
We are living a life sublime
We have nothing but time
And faces filled with smiles

Under the umbrella of mine
Future is still uncertain
But together we are determine
Never to each other be hurting

Ancient homes, those still standing bold

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“They are built to last, out of stone, from the past, carved with pride, for the durance of time“ Gun Roswell

They stand there, partly broken, but somewhat in tact, the materials used for building, had ensured they would last, so that now those of us historically inclined, can stand here and them admire, at least until such time, that they might expire, but the doubt it will happen in our lifetime, or even the next is very high, as most likely, these dwellings, made for living, commerce and even worship, will be there for the foreseeable future, even it them we would no longer nurture. But for now, there is no debate of that, rather the simple fact remains, that we, need them to preserve and make sure of so many more generations to come, this, our history, our legacy, will survive and then we can pat ourselves on the backs of a job well done, and stand there in awe to admire the end result. The beauty of the past, whether a painting, a statue or even a brick, is worth our attention, and so, we do go on admiring and making sure, there will be so much more under our watchful preservation.