Only in my imagination, does exist the most perfect vacation

“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell

The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.

So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.

A day in May in Suburbia


“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell

Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass
Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag
The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition

Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion
With all them chores the spring brings with it 
To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit
Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface

Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both
The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds
Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer
But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours
So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass
At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!

And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden
The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving
All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing?
Well, do it once and then it’s all done right?
Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!

So do be, forewarned! 
It’s a trap, a total scam!
For all those would be gardeners: 
Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!

Scenic Scenes from Dawn till Dusk and all around


“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


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

Nature’s Bounty

“There are flowers and berries and lots of things to cherish!” Gun Roswell


The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome

The Wednesday Poem


“Half way through, half way to go, with one day to spare, Wednesday!” Gun Roswell

The Wednesday Poem

Midweek
Still trying to find
Without knowing
What I seek

Wednesday!
Hurry the hell up
Only few more to go
Until it’s Friday

In the middle
Playing an out of tune fiddle
Nothing about to giggle
It’s like threading a needle

Two down two more to go
Standing
Still unmoving in the middle of it all
Planning

Because…

Friday
That’s my very day
The weekend ahead
With plenty of rest

Half way done
Part of the fun
Wednesday
That ain’t no pun!

Hiding under the shade


“Hiding from the sun, can be so much fun” Gun Roswell

Hiding under the shade

Outside, is the scorching sun
Staying, under, the shade, is so much more fun
You may think, it’s just a pun
But the truth been told, you get so much more done

In the shade, you don’t really need to complain
Hot or not, you won’t get burnt, the sun is blocked, without concern
Weather, is always great, even, if you arrive late
The cooling breeze, will keep you at ease, just watch out, not to freeze

Fun, under the shade, for those, who hesitate
Stepping into the scorching sun, you may get done
Red like a cooked prawn, laying in the front lawn
Stay, inside the shade, it’s better, than to hesitate

My big bloated head


”Huge giant head, larger ego, totally a major headache” Gun Roswell

My big bloated head

My head big and giant
My body compared, tiny like an ant
None too reliant
For carrying such a heavy load

How did I end up on this road
Did I follow the toad or crow?
Neither, was the smarter
So I decided to do it on my own

Selling, compelling, telling
To the rest of the world yelling
I am the greatest, I am trying best
Put me on whatever test

They all loved me at first
The hunger grew with the thirst
Out there and everywhere
I went with no time to spare

Believing my own jargon
I finally was too far gone
My head kept swelling
The louder I was yelling

So here I sit in total solitude
Holding my big giant head
I was expecting gratitude
But in the end, only to my own devices left

Gimme a time machine!


“Time is not a machine” Gun Roswell

Gimme a time machine!

“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone
“Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately

Time is always of the essence
Time is never on our sides
Time is the beast that consumes us
Time is the one who’ll save us

What a contradiction is time
You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime
Oh how I wish I could make it mine
Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine

Time is not the enemy some say
Time is just about relativity
Time is a friend in need
Time is something you really need

When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt
Will I eve get there and get my fare share
 Always battling against it, when I should be embracing it
But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best

“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master
“Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised

“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”

She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.

Hope


“There may be hope for us after all” Gun Roswell

Hope

It feels like pink on a grey day
It embraces, and lets you stay
Secure, for a moment longer
Until, you have grown stronger

Slow day


“Slow day today” Gun Roswell

Slow day

On a slow day
Better in doors stay
No use over anything to slay
Today, is such a slow day

On a slow day
Wallow in dismay
No one will you blame
Because today, is a slow day

On a slow day
Just for a while longer on the bed lay
So what if the house is in a disarray
Today, is a very slow day

On a slow day
No news, no TV, no plays
Let your brain in zero gravity stay
Because today, on this slow day
Nobody expects nothing from no one else