“Something about the details of this holiday I find odd…” Gun Roswell
All in the Details
“It’s all in the details”
The designer said
As out the well made plans
She laid
All in the Details
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Life’s a Beach
“Life can be fun, sometimes, at least on the beach” Gun Roswell
Life’s a Beach
When all troubles
Are out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…
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Two, One, None
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Fall, the Autumn of it all in nature” Gun Roswell
Two, One, None
It started with a few
Then there were two
Only remaining
A single one
Nothing to be done
The time for Winter
Has finally come
As soon, there will be
None
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Thorny yet graceful
“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell
Thorny yet graceful
The pretty colour truly beckoned
To approach and then I reckoned
To maybe dare and touch it
As it simply looked so delicious
But, despite the tempting colours
And the most heavily odour
There was a downside there as well
Because when I leaned for it close enough to smell
And reached for the silken petals to linger
I accidentally pricked my poor finger
On the sharp as a knife like thorns
Wishing this beautify would not have shown its horns
So now, bleeding, I stand here seething
But cannot help but admire
The gorgeous rose of a flower
Who simply defended itself
Against this big humans eager offence
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This little Brain o’ Mine
“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell
This little Brain o’ Mine
This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind
So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate
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Boat ride on a low tide
“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell
Boat ride on a low tide
On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better
The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure
Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front
Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater
The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end
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Blue in monochrome
“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell
Blue in monochrome
That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend
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Blue in complete motion
“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell
Blue in complete motion
The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining
It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue
And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues
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Black hog (Haiku)
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
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Bite me!
“It’s only food but so delish” Gun Roswell
Bite me!
I am oh so delicious
You may call me precious
I am juicy an think
Please, you’re teeth into me sink
I may be only food
But I will make you feel so good
From your mouth and into your tummy
The only thing you can think is ‘yummy’
So bite me do
Please, a little chew
I m the best you’ll ever see
So on your marks, go, and eat
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