Photography
“Any seat is a good one in the midst of all the heat to find just for a brief of a respite” Gun Roswell
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat!
Who would ever want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin???
“Sometimes, it’s nice, to simply hang around the yard, sit under the apple tree and observe nature” Gun Roswell
A seat so close
You can surely get a doze
Of the fragrancy of the tree
Filled with greenest of leaves
And fully blooming white flowers
Which might just have the power
To turn the gloom in to a boom
And bring forth the time of spring
And make this day of Monday
So much better than any other day!
Leaves of summer
Now leaves of fall
In colourful schemes
Or so it seems
For not too long
Will they go strong
Onto the ground
Their way will be found
And with the groundskeeper’s rake
Into a tall mound
Eventually transforming
Slowly metamorphosing
Catching sleep
Oh so very deep
Through the white winter
Not even a splinter
Can be found
But slowly when Spring time
They come a live
And fill the trees
With all new leaves
“It is, a different kind of fun, hanging there, under, the bright sun, but then again, I don’t like to run”
Gun Roswell
The warm winds, gently, heaved, above me, in the tall palm tree leaves
As I laid under there, in the dark shadows, looking up, only to see
The sunshine, now curiously peeking, as if for something, it had to seek
Or then it was just me, being, once again, that one special kind of a geek
As I was conjuring up, all kinds of scenarios, where the very sun, was a being
From another world, with an agenda, and some sort of a ransom, and then chasing
All us, lowly humans, here, on the planet Earth and because of just that, making
Us, to go to permanent hiding, from those ever vigilant and ever searching
Rays so brightly lit, it was becoming more and more difficult, in the shadows to fit
But, for me, the gentle, caring and soft cover, of the tall and ever green
Palm of a tree, provided all the cool shelter, I could possibly ever need
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
They are motorized
Some may even tantalize
All vehicles great and small
Some faster, some crawl
Dented or ship shape
You cannot escape
Stopping and glaring
With nostrils flaring
“I want one!”
“Is this supposed to rhyme?”
Coffee on a Tuesday
Coffee on a Wednesday
Coffee on a Thursday
Even some on a Friday…
A completely different story
On a Saturday
Coffee double shots
From full brewed pots
It may be a lot
But not for a Sunday
That is another day
When drinking coffee
Is allowed
Now on Monday…
Well, that is a whole new story!
Sky, water and horizon
Even the distant island
Cannot resist the moment
The moment of blue
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell
The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so
For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend
Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy
Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy
A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?
Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be
It was not clear to those passing as usually
A loud purr could be heard from the very source
As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot
Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod
So, whatever you might think of this very cat
Choosing their very own place in this space we share
The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair
Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again
Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?
Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should
As befriending them might just be the best thing
Even if it was just an ordinary common place being
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
