Raindrops on Petals

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“Gorgeous and complete balls of drops of rain fall” Gun Roswell

Raindrops on Petals

A delicate little thing
Was holding onto the bling
A gorgeous tiny and round
Lucent ball which it found
Falling down from the heavens
As they opened up at eleven
When a flush of rain
Flushed away the stains
Off the delicate petals
Of the flowery vessels
Like pieces of fine jewellery
Adorning with illusory
For the onlooker odd
Might seem a bit off
Eventually the drops will fade
As the rain sometimes fails
And sunshine takes its place
But the combination
Of rain and sunshine
Will keep the flower’s petals
Completely divine

Over the rainbow and beyond

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“Over the rainbow, somewhere, sometime” Gun Roswell

Over the rainbow and beyond

The rainbow appeared to the darkened skies
Just as the sunshine and the rain were divided
And the weather gods on this day, going undecided
The colorful object painted across the clouds
Mother Nature, in the vividness now shrouded
Nothing from now on but upside frowns

Monochromatic Ride

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“Riding on the monochromatic streets, on these, two wheels” Gun Roswell

Monochromatic Ride

On a highly tuned, yet very vintage looking bike,
Down the lonely, colourless, black and white streets, I ride
The cold winds, on my battered, wrinkled old face,
But that’s no matter, ’cause I am certainly not, *that* stained
And I definitely not, a person, whom in just, the one place stays
Not at least, for that long
Even if there would be, any sense of “to belong”
As I slowly, and intently, pass by the onlookers, they are watching me ride
And yes, that is really just so fine
For I am really not got nothing to hide
But heck, I may even break up in a big smile

Home sweet dump

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“Ainʼt nothing like home sweet dump” Gun Roswell

Home sweet dump

After a longest time of travelling
It all comes unravelling
When you reach that final destination
Namely back at home, pause, for a long hesitation
Why did I ever leave this place
As nothing here changed remains
The house, the things, all the problems I left behind
To venture out there to unwind
The other places I search long and hard
Were none too different or even smart
But I kept looking for so long
Hoping to find something more
Something else going on
Alas, nothing better, only different did I find
Some experiences worse, some more kind
So now, here I stand with my two bags
In my tired and sore hands
Looking at the place I called home
And it seems this place is hard coded in my very bones

Healthy vs. sugar

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“Pumpkin squash and doughnuts for dessert, yep!” Gun Roswell

Healthy vs. sugar

Strolling down the long lanes of the local supermarket
Trying to find that ultimate, utter and complete target
Food so healthy, I am finally beginning the process of slimming down
Even if the taste would not be so good, I would eat it without a frown
I pass by the delicatessen, trying so hard my yearning to lessen
Finally reaching the fruit and vegetable section
Yes, I know, I am still drawn to that other, none too good direction
Looking around, to the bountiful stacks of colorful stuff
Not sure what to choose so I start to fill up my cart
All kinds of veggies, berries, fruits and other types of things
Some of them smelling good too, maybe, just maybe, they’ll make me sing
When the choices are made, I start towards the cash registers to sway
But then it means passing that seductive corner
Where all the sweet stuff will try to lure me
I pause and look, my eyes and mouth watering
I can already feel the sugar into my body pouring in
Standing perfectly still for a moment
This, this is hell, the utmost kind of torment
I hesitate, pause, feeling dragged by that juicy cause
But then, I decide, this is not so wise
I close my own to eyes
In a brief moment of truth,
I make the decision to not fall into the lure
Heading towards the checkout
Paying only for the healthy stuff, and I am out
First trial ended and I am coming out victorious, how splendid
This round winner me
Next time, well, we’ll just have to see

Glass and Concrete

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“See through and solid, make an excellent team” Gun Roswell

Glass and Concrete

A sturdy structure, basis on the concrete
Alas, through itself, you cannot see
Enter an element still solid, yet so clear
That when you take a peek, you are able to leer
Like a looking glass, the light and the spying eyes will pass
A potent combo of concrete and glass
The possibility, might as well, quite long last
But breakable is one half of it
With the very same essence from which the other was built
So, tread lightly, don’t step on the see-through part
That is the way, to play it really smart!

Some kind of art

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“There is art and there is art and then, there is something else” Gun Roswell

Some kind of art

The stacked and colour filled objects
Adorning the shelves with so many toppings
Artwork or mundane things for grabs?
That is, surely, for the onlooker to assess

Magically appearing and disappearing
The selection never the same, but alluring
Things made for the sake or art?
Or just for the sake of the outlook, so very smart

Stuff made from metal, glass or plastic
Containing something to drink or eat
The cover maybe more desirable than the content
But buying is as easy as it is tempting

Street Side

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“Narrow or wide, streets, they’re just fine” Gun Roswell

Street Side

Stepping into the narrowest of streets
Looking for something new and totally sleek
Never mind the fancy and big shopping malls
For now, I am in search for a specific goal

It may be a thing or two
Or then, just an experience or few
A present to take with me back home
Or a cup of coffee in the cafe small

The adventure in it self is the price
Because these quaint streets are so damned nice
I could spend days on end exploring
And still would not find the task too boring

A seat to sit on

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A seat to sit on

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

Sleepy Cat, Sleepy Dog

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“Like cats and dogs they say,
When the two mixed are at play”

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Sleepy Cat, Sleepy Dog

Sleepy Kitty
Sleepy Doggy
Looking pretty
While feeling groggy
Outside soggy
Inside chilly
Better hide
Heads under covers glide
For today is not
For the outside

“Feeling hotter
Maybe much later
We’ll get up!”

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