“A pile of something” Gun Roswell
Rocky (Haiku)
Stones in a neat pile
Man made object or work of art
Only nature is that smart
Category Archives: Haiku
Bike ride gone oh so very wrong
“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell
Bike ride gone oh so very wrong
Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken
No time to digress
The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now
Forgotten
Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong
Cannot help but laugh
It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold
Totally so, without hesitation
One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse
Ending up, in a hearse
Woody (Haiku)
“A bike of wood?”But, can you peddle it?” Gun Roswell
Woody (Haiku)
City bike street side stands
Made for rental and out of wood
Ride it fast and slow
Trio (Haiku)
“None too even, are they” Gun Roswell
Trio
The on in the middle
Clearly the leader, with soldiers on side
Do not mess with history!
Windowsill
“Dreaming in black and white”
Windowsill
Photographic portraits from yester-year
A view to die for, or kill
Dreaming, it’s all in Technicolor
Sundays I five
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
End the day with coffee
Take off your shades and
On to the table them place, the
Cup of coffee to enjoy
Watching people passing by, some
Of the sigh, some even smile, but
For me today is a
Day of rest, a day
Of peace, a sunny day at that
It is Sunday at last
Sundays I four
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Take a walk long outside
Seaside, a long stride, up
The hill and down to the beach
Scenery to be seen, with
Just one scene, nature and
Man made structures, side by side
Hard to divide, growing together
Over the years, soon there
Is nothing to separate them, under cover
From prying eyes, but alas
I am here now and
I spy, before it all disappears in
To the background of nature
Sundays I three
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Meeting people, strangers and friends
When on the bus, or in
The streets, you’ll never know, who you’ll
Meet, it may not be
Those you seek, but strangers
Can you surprise you, if you them
Greet, a smile a word
Nothing unheard, just some chatter
And who knows, maybe you will end
Up with some new friends
Arches and entrance I five
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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it
All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or
Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud
Sundays I two
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“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Smell the roses, won’t you
When you walk out side
Pop into a garden, filled with the
Colours of nature, trees, flowers
Everything you can imagine just
For the visual pleasures of us all
Stroll around, see the marvels
Sit on the bench, inhale
All the fragrants, your nose could ever
Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching
The butterflies, birds and bees
Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but
Your task, is to relax
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