SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives

Posted on October 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology

“You don’t have to invent the wheel, but you might want to be the company that invents the rims” MC Hammer

SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives

Four wheel drives
Of a different kind
Manual propulsion
With a little compulsion
Slowly getting nowhere
And then again, everywhere
Usage from ages zero
To the top one hundred
You can be a hero
Or a little weirdo
As long as you keep pedalling
The flow of adrenaline
Will keep you moving
Your condition improving
Hear the crowds cheering
As you are nearing
The finish line

SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle

Posted on October 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology

“Life is like riding a bicycle: you don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling” Claude Pepper

SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride it where I like
Sometimes, even a trike

With this simple vehicle
On a ride so magical
Ever so classical
In today’s world radical
And utterly likeable
Someone said impossible
Even behaviour maniacal
Never mind the icicles
And the cynicals
I just keep on riding on
My bicycle

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon

Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess

Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind

The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind

So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option of course
And without too much of remorse
Is…

The next time the full moon is around
Maybe just photoshop in the bloody crown

Caturday: Rulers of the World

Posted on September 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

In honour of Caturday

Photo credits include: Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius and Minttu Gustafsson

“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat” Edgar Allan Poe

Caturday: Rulers of the World

They run your world
Despite whatever you heard
Twisting you around their tall tails
Urging you to run on nails
You will jump when they hail
“Yes Ma’am” you hear yourself say
When they approach you with a sway
And tell you it is time to play

Cats, are the rulers of the world
Sometimes you may hear yourself say “shit”
But you have to admit
You are loving every minute of it

Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place

Posted on September 24, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Rantings Of A Third Kind

An homage to Poetry

“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser

Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place

I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore

Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement

I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry

A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!

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SL-Week 12: Animal

Posted on September 21, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY

“Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” Anatole France

SL-Week 12: Animal

The Hedgehog,
Thinking he’s a quard dog
Leaping out of the fog
Putting the fear of god
In everyone who dared to gawk

The Squirrel,
Cute with his tail in spiral
He surely ain’t resting on his laurels
So don’t get into a quarrel
You may end up in turmoil

The Donkey,
He is surely no monkey
But rather the spunky
When he is honking
And hoofs on the ground stomping

My Spot

Posted on September 12, 2015 by Gun Roswell

An homage to Home

“That’s my spot” Sheldon Cooper

My Spot

I love to travel
I like to work
I am a social kind of extrovert
Life will take me to many places
Different people different spaces
But in the end what matters the most
Is always returning to my favourite post
My Spot
Right, where I left it

Star Trek TOS, Happy Forty Nine Years!

Posted on September 8, 2015 by Gun Roswell

An homage to Star Trek, the original series

“Live Long and Prosper”

Star Trek TOS, Happy Forty Nine Years!

Call it campy or even quirky
Call it the wagon train in space
All the familiar cardboard sets
And the best written scripts
Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity
All at their very best in the same place
This is the most a TV show gets
Don’t tell me, you are not gripped

Watching re-runs
With your best chums
What could be more fun
Maybe sitting out in the sun?

But, we are Trekkers
Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers
Looking up to the stars
Daring to go very far
Well, at least, in our imagination
During the syndication
With our favourite television show
To which much we owe

Live Long and Prosper Star Trek!

‘CAMERA LUCIDA’ – THE SIGN

Posted on September 6, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry, Photo Challenge, Camera Lucida, Week 9

“If you were waiting for a sign, this is it”

‘CAMERA LUCIDA’ – THE SIGN

Whether looking for a wine tasting
Or a payphone to call back home
You may find something amazing
When you are on the roam
Follow all the signs
They will lead you to a price
But you may be surprised
When the credit card bill arrives

Walkabout

Posted on September 4, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“See me waving ‘see ya later’ as I disappear over the horizon” Crocodile Dundee

Walkabout

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Never a moment too bad for a stroll
Do not the weather use
As a poor, poor excuse
Unpack your wellingtons
Unhide your dancing shoes
Into to the wide world venture
Whether walking, running or dancing
Might even do a little prancing
Your life soon a great adventure