Photography
“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell
Yellow ride
The yellow ride
On the road side
A motorised bike
Something to like
Yellow in colour
Certainly not the duller
Rent it for an hour
With only one dollar
Ride it with gusto
Is an absolute must
Down the hillside
It easily slides
Up the street
In a rhythmic beat
Go as fast as you can
Without caring a damn
When the hour
Is finally over
You still feel the power
Of the little scooter
That could
“Deep diving into black coffee” Gun Roswell
Vortex (Haiku)
Jump into the dark liquid
Let the vortex carry you far away
Later, drink it for happiness
“Just visiting, passing through, no issues!” Gun Roswell
Visitor pass
Taking the chance
For an old place to visit
A visitors pass
Was actually needed
Checking out the sites
As the sun was shining bright
All the familiar faces
And some new ones
A chat and a cup of coffee
Someone even offered toffee
A bite of cake along side
Everyone in big smiles
It lasted only a while
But sometimes it’s good
To go back if you could
Nothing lasts forever
Except great memories
In our eternal dreams
“Thinking hard or hardly moving one thought?” Gun Roswell
Thinking
Mind in full spin-cycle
As my thoughts its trying to tackle
I feel like i am about to chuckle
But then lost in another puzzle
My brain is trying to hustle
“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell
The Waters Edge
The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear
Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull
That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill
Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas
Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels
And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay
Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies
You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay
In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day
“A hat, in the colours of a rainbow” Gun Roswell
The Ugly Hat (Haiku)
Hat so ugly, you smile
Colours too bright, mother, got the fright
Only ware if you dare
“The cliche of the sunset? Well, it just gets me every time. I simply love it!” Gun Roswell
The sunset and the beach
Hanging on the sandy beach late in the eve, watching as the last rays are trying to reach each and every surface. Reflections on the glass blurring, the last rays of the brightly lit sun fading as the darkness is slowly but gently taking over the light of day. But for a moment they will still stay, frozen in mid air and everywhere, painting the skies in all the colours, then ending in bright red, before the time of returning once again, to their respective beds.
One final glance, one final chance to catch the gorgeous display before it has gone, disbursed into the fading glow leaving the night to take over. But there is no worries for the onlooker however, as a guaranteed scene of similar magnitude will return again after this night and the next day is over, a new spectacle will be there and give that same sensation the observers do yearn, a gift from Mother Nature, for all of us worshippers of her great skills coming out to play and throwing a sunset party each and every day again and again.
So thank you and see you, later!
“Painted in a bright colour, nothing odd about it” Gun Roswell
Pink on a Window
Yesterdays reflected
From old discarded windows
An old shack
Once painted black
Now boasting, the colour pink
It’s an eye sore some say
But others, smile and
In front of it for a moment stay
It’s not useful anymore
Who knows what secrets
Within it are stored
But for now, the windows
And the doors
Remain locked of course
And maybe someday
You may find the key
Which unlocks them all
“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell
Moped!
I am a biped
Driving my moped
On the street side
Nobody can stop me
Watch me ride
I am driving very far
Watching out for cars
Don’t want any scars
My moped and I
This trip is just fine
Me and my moped
We are together roped
Will not let
Anyone else
Ride on my tiny bike
Some say scooter
I say looser
This is a motor vehicle
Two wheels
Hoping, no on will steel
Having fun
Until day is done
Bike to shed
I go to bed
Until the next day has set
“Sometimes, one needs to run instead of walking” Gun Roswell
Hurry
Hurry, hurry, time is running out!
Running, running, like crazy about
Trying, trying, hard not to shout
But, loosing my mind?
There is really no doubt
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Worry, worry, worry
Those are the trends of today
And they really, can drive you
Into so much dismay
What if I just say
I don’t want anymore to play
Hope it’s not too much trouble
But I just wish to stay in my own little bubble
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