Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a
Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore
The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch
Posted in Haiku
“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Fine dining on a Sunday
When the Sunday beckons, it
Is time to reckon, take a rest
Let someone else, put the
Plates on the table, server
The meals as you sit in peace
Letting the Sunday mood wash
All over your face, a
Smile no less, wasn’t too difficult to
Express, especially since the sun
Is shining so warm and
Bright, shades worn outside, but under the
Cooling shade, that’s just fine
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“The cat on the lap of the known lady, what is that about?” Gun Roswell
Cat Lisa with Mona
The cat was laying on
The lap of the lady quite known
Captured in an image painted
A long time ago, by
A renaissance man familiar to us all
How did we not notice
That darn cat before, sitting
Comfortably, smiling slightly, just like
The lady we all seen
Before, but as it is
There now, the cat with a tail
Will tell you new tales
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Mysterious and inviting for an
Adventure awaiting at the top of the
Stairs or maybe walk down
And find another door way
But please, just try, as it is
Human nature, to explore the
Great unknown, no matter what
Awaits on the other side, that is
The part which is fine
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Charming,old school, flowers and
Pots, together they are stocked, in front
Of the windows and doors
An inviting arch way, a door
To the garden, to enjoy some time
With a cooling drink, away
From the scorching sun shine
Just for a moment, before time to
Hit the long road again
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Blue way, in to the
Ocean waves, an arch way, a portal
To other lands, other places
Walk through it, walk on
The water’s surface, feel the cool blue
Under your feet, that tingling
Sensation, when embarking in to
The great unknown adventure, in to the
Past and into the future
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Plastered on the wall!
A hidden message among all
These pages to be found, if you
Look carefully, then maybe, just
Maybe you are able to
Spot the few words written long ago
A formula for a cure?
The answer to it all?
Just stare at the wall long enough
And you to will see
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Here’s looking at you, kid!
The shoes reflected in the
Mirror in a tiny box, a car of
Sorts, a lift in another
Place, a random encounter of
One self, since there was no were
Else to hide, the why
Not snap some pix of
The shiny pink shoes, staring at each
Other in the shiny mirror
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Do not enter!
The red colour should be
The indication of something different happening here
Maybe a painted round plague
Would be the final clue
“Do not enter, this is not for
You to be inside, nothing
Here to see for you”
Just follow the instructions and you cannot
Go a miss, on this
Street at least!
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Bottled goods
Don’t let the colourful exterior
Fool you, it is the interior which
Counts,especially for bottled goods
Take one down, pass the
Bottle around, fill all the waiting glasses
Then do a round of
Cheers! And sooner than you
Know, there will be nothing but leers
All around you, bottoms up!
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