Me and My Shadow (Repost for SL-WEEK)

Posted on November 29, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Celebrating an anniversary; A thirty years’ journey with my Partner in Crime

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English”

Me and My Shadow

It was nineteen eighty-five
When I hitched a ride
Ever since that time
We have been tied
Like sugar and spice
Abbott and Costello
And what have you
I am still quite amazed
And feeling totally graced
That someone would stare at my face
For thirty odd years straight
So thanks for all this time, sweetheart
Lets try to make it to the next part
And add another thirty to the cart
After all the most important thing
Which makes you want to sing
It’s good to have that one person
Who will support you without a reason
No matter how serious
Or delirious
Life gets
I will bet
You will still be the one
Who I can rely on
To go absolutely
And completely
Bonkers with
Ain’t that a hit!

Black Friday Finland Style

Posted on November 28, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November

“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”

Black Friday Finland Style

“Bright light, bright light!”

“Oh my God, what is that?”

“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”

The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.

In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:

“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier

It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March

An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.

“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.

“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.

But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.

Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.

For who knew, how long this would last…

Anecdote Time

Posted on November 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Writing 101, Day Eighteen, Compose a series of anecdotes
Part Two

“As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer” Robert Quillen

Anecdote Time

Never judge a book by its cover. A paperback can be just as entertaining as hardcover.

If you want to dwell in the past, buy yourself a time machine.

You have to learn how to walk before you can run. I found out that the hard way after my hip-surgery.

Looking into a mirror is like… Well, you obviously need to take a selfie!

Time, time, precious time, where have you gone? Don’t tell me, you lost your watch again?

In my youth, the grass was always greener, food tasted better and life was much happier… Then we woke up and put the dog out to pee.

Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes… Be damned sure they are the same size as your own ones!

Today, I woke up, the day was stormy, the skies were gray, my mind felt dull... Well, you can’t always expect to be in the tropics, now can you Dearie?

Don’t do as I do, do as I say! Apparently, you can get away with murder?

People who are smart, beautiful and talented… Really piss me off!

Life is a Boxing Match (Repost for TBT)

Posted on November 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.

Boxing Match

The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder

The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering

At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces

No one is winning

It is time
To up the ante

The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing

No one is winning

It is time
For plan C

What Ever! (Repost for TBT)

Posted on November 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman

What Ever!

You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play

But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace

What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella

So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave

Quote A Week Tuesday #3, Part One

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Quote A Week Tuesday & Poetry

“There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship” Thomas Aquinas

Quote A Week Tuesday #3, Part One and Two

Today is time for two of my favourite quotes, and as usual, quite something to relate to:

The old adage “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer” (Sun Tzu) can easily be translated into “With friends like that, who needs enemas” (The Adventures of Ford Fairlane).

In my youth, yes, believe it, I did have one, it was often hard to know whom to trust and I grew a shell around my person, trying to keep disappointments outside. As I have aged, no not grown old, rather wiser (if even possible :P) the protective exterior has somewhat cracked and trusting people a little more has become easier. Not too much mind you, but just enough! That being said, a little mistrust never hurt anyone?

Meanwhile, enjoy my “little lesson in life” in part two:

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Trust dies but mistrust blossoms” Sophocles

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word

My poor little mistrusting thing
Think ,what joy a friend may bring
Together sharing your precious blings
Laughing when playing in the swing

Trust is a difficult thing
You say quicker than the clock could ding
I am afraid of the sting
Even if it means alone I would sing

Your world may not always be on a string
And you may not always be the king
But if you want that bell to ring
Spread out far your wings
And in the chorus you may sing

Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Mine your own material

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Mine your own material

“Mining is like a search-and-destroy mission” Stewart Udall

Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Mine your own material

The physical artifacts of our lives act as our raw material: hardbound journals, photo albums, newspaper clippings, belongings handed down to us. But these days, we also document and live online, so we can treat our blogging platforms and social spaces in the same way.

I like looking for post ideas in these places. I once used phrases from a forgotten draft in my dashboard to create almost-poetry. I’ve searched my social accounts for old Facebook posts and tweets and written blog posts about my social media behavior. I’ve experimented with creative content generators, like Poetweet, which uses your tweets to create poems.

Imagine a shopper searching for vintage items at a flea market, or an artist using recycled materials to build a sculpture. Can you dig through your online treasures and build upon old stories and existing writing? Here are more ideas:

* Take a peek in the drafts section of your dashboard. Can you use unpublished copy in a new way?
* Scroll through your Facebook wall and see if any posts catch your eye. Do you feel the same as when you first posted it? Can you comment on how you’ve evolved?
* Look at the stream of tweets you’ve favorited over time. Why did you favorite a particular tweet? What does your list of favorites say about you?
* If you use the Tag Cloud Widget, scan the terms in your tag cloud. Can you write prose or poetry that uses most of these words?
* If you have trouble finding ideas this way, think about the things we leave behind. Tell us about a time you’ve left an object, place, person, or even an idea behind — and had to move on.

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Work in Progress, the Series

Work in Progress, the Series

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Time’s awasting”

Work in Progress, the Series

My poor little discarded things
Scattered all over the place
Nothing but sorrow it brings
My thoughts high up in space

Ideas are there of plenty
Many a time I have spent
Writing, writing, writing
Against time always fighting

Some if never makes to complete
Against myself I only compete
Maybe I just want to make it neat
And not to admit to being defeated

The excuse is the same as it always was
I started it, got to a great place
Then, I thought of something else
Why? Well just because

If I could only finish what I started
But alas, it is always a work in progress
What if I stick in to it full hearted
Then I can call it WIP, the series

World Television Day 2015

Posted on November 22, 2015 by Gun Roswell

An homage to Television
World Television Day

“We owe a lot to Thomas Edison – if it wasn’t for him, we’d be watching television by candlelight” Milton Berle

World Television Day 2015

Where would we be
Without our TV

No one or nothing
To guide us
Shining the light on us
The knowledge and wisdom shared
For no one can be spared
From the power of
Television

Long live Television
Our one and true vision