Midday sun, Seated, no energy to run

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“The seat on the sunny side, usually beckons to sit down, even, if you are not tired” Gun Roswell

Midday sun, Seated, no energy to run

The midday sun, high up, in the cloud free and cool blue, afternoon sky
Was burning the skins, of all and anyone, daring, to venture, outside
Without at least, a full and total coverage, of some kind of defensive clothing
Even if it means, constantly pouring sweat and uncomfortable moaning

So, for now, walking down the streets, looking, for something, totally sweet
First, the pace was fast, then more and more slowly, because, of the heat
Thinking, that then again, the hot weather, might not just be the very best
Time of eating any type of candy or cake, or anything sugary to say the least

Even hot coffee, at breakfast in the morning, seemed more, like a chore
Luckily for this, very weary traveller, some genius, had invented a more
Appealing version of the dark liquid, fancily, called frappe, so basically, a latte
But only in a state of very cold and calming, poured in a tall kind of glass-e

Alas, soon enough, all thoughts of any kind of food or anything else to eat
Was pulled out of the mind, as that totally consuming, sweat pouring heat
Started to get the best of this, supposed explorer of all kinds of things great
And then, the slowing down of the feet, so telling, it was, time, for a break

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, the sun, still terribly scorning
Sent out a ray (or multiple rays) of light, shining, on to something alluring
A bench, appeared, from the middle of nowhere, and placed, just in front
The road to the beach front, sitting there, as it was waiting for this runt

And to top it all, seeing, a bottle, of something cooling inside, laid there
Just like it had been dropped especially by order, somehow, knowing, I swear
It was still ice cold, sizzling there, when I dared to step closer and touch it
And then, when I was sure, it was real, I gently, and slowly, down sat, I did

Oh, what a total relief, I sighed, in utter bliss
Even if the touch of the bottle, made a slight hiss
Of a sound to the very warm, nay, hot air
But then again, I really, did not have time to care

Because this bench and water had me
The weary, tired traveller out in the heat
So completely, with one simple seating
Saved, and thank you so much indeed!

I write, all the time

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“There is something odd about a person, who just sits by the computer all day long, sometimes, even the night and types in words to an empty page, yup, definitely very odd indeed, and that person, is me” Gun Roswell

I write, all the time

I write I write I write I write and I totally write
Just, because, I really don’t have any life
Therefore, it seems,I have all, of the time
In the world reserved for me, simply, to write

My day job, that once I loved, does not much count
These days, I simply do, the needed amount
My family, yeah, I have it, at least some kind of bunch
But they never really cared for me, that much

So I keep on writing, slowly and surely emerging
Deep, in to the many worlds, I am now creating
They seem so much better for me, better for all
At least, inside my own head, I am having a ball

But when, I sometimes come out, to the real world
I look around and see, that time surely has turned
And I am now, an outsider, standing there, observing
Never really participating, and inevitably, learning

That I, was left behind, so to the others, to be kind
I return, to my darkened room, stand, beside my desk
For me, there is no time, to stop and take a simple rest
Rather, I keep on writing, as it’s really the only thing

I am capable of doing anymore, because I can’t think:
I open a new page, a blank one, and start the one
Thing I am friends with, and the words are pouring
Now, like never before, because I am, always writing

Step up Cat

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“There is always room, for one more cat in the litter, even if it gets a tad hairy sometimes” Gun Roswell

Step up Cat

Up the stairs, the tabby cat stepped
Gingerly, without hesitation, it self let
Inside the house, with smells of good
Yes, it was, definitely, after the food

But the soft purring and determination
Brought this tiny cat to the elevation
Of a needed being inside the dwelling
And so, without screaming and yelling

The tabby cat, who had landed a pad
With much snacks and all them pats
It could possibly ever needed in nine
Times of life it still had, and that was a fact

It is, once again, Friday, the 13th

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“Everything scares me, always, even the number 13 and Fridays too, then again, all days scare me: I am a regular scary cat!” Gun Roswell

It is, once again, Friday, the 13th

It was, once again, really dark
But then again, it was always dark
At least, as far
As I have that known
Deep, deep down, within my heart

The totally scary thoughts
I had always known, without a doubt
And with a full facial pout
I grabbed a hold of the shout
But the inevitable was lurking around

It really, did not help
That it was Friday, the thirteenth
Who was knocking now, at my door
Slowly, but surely, turning me, to the bore
Of one… Mrs Hide

And then, the worst happened
The warnings signs, unwrapping
A great big red flash of light
It was useless to more fight
The change was upon me… a smile?

“Chip, chip, cheerios, everyone!
What a lovely day, in the sun!
Hey, you want to go out
To sing and dance and shout?
It’s such a lovely day
On this thirteenth of a Friday!
So let’s all get together
And smile and laugh and what ever
I just love to be so darn happy
Cannot bother to be snappy
Because life is really too good
On this day of 13th mood! “

Reaching for the moon from the tallest tree top

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“As the moon lit up the dark night skies, and I could finally walk without stumbling on the narrow path“ Gun Roswell

Reaching for the moon from the tallest tree top

The full moon, hovered, high above all, in the dark night sky
It was so brightly lit, that it totally looked, like a shiny ball of a light
Alluring and completely inviting, as it was, with all of its luminescence
I was so tempted, to catch it, and the only option for me presented
Was, to climb up, really high, and up the tallest of the trees in sight
And then, if luck would have it, I could ever so easily reach out
And simply, capture, the brightly lit ball, in to, my very own pouch
But also knowing very well, this trip, would not be without an ouch

Finally, daring, with some hesitation, to venture up the sturdy tree trunk
I knew then and there, that the option, of this very mission, to totally flunk
Was not an option at all, rather a the commissioned order, ever so tall
And that was, to capture the mighty and bright moon, once and for all
Alas, the forces that be, were definitely, not on the side of little ol’ me
As the higher I climbed the tall tree, the more out of reach the moon seemed to be
In the end, I reached the very top, and as I dared to gaze up
The moon, was higher than even before and no matter what

I was not able, to even reach it
So, that, in essence, was simply it!
Remaining only, a tall tale of an endeavour
With the completion time set, to never

Three times, standing tall

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“Good things, always come, in threes, at least, the three tall standing windmills” Gun Roswell

#greece #rhodes #mandrakiharbour #windmills #seaside #travel

Three times, standing tall

“There is nothing magical to the number of three”
Some one supposedly wise, once told me
But, here is the thing you see, where I so totally, disagree

For a fact, I myself, do know this one simple rule
That good things, or even nice once, come in three for sure
Whether it be, a special on chocolate bars at the store that rule

Or a good series of books and even, the holiday time in weeks
Three, is totally the number that you want to seek
And if for that advice, you want to call me a total geek

Then, so be it, because, well, I simply love, the perfect number three
Maybe, you will too, if you just, take a chance and let yourself it feel
The enlightenment, which this then follows, well, may or may not set you free

But what ever you believe, hear, see, or even do
You so have the power, to do the do and choose
The perfectly rounded and open hearted glue

Yeah, you guessed it, it is so, the number of them all
The belle of the proverbial and even true ball
Number of three, it has the world and even more!

Sleep, is so overrated

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“I am so damned tired, but I am trying, to stay awake despite of it“ Gun Roswell

Sleep, is so overrated

I wish, oh how I so truly wish, I could sleep, like some of the more exotic fish
In perpetual motion, never, ever giving up, on the good kind of commotion
Or then at least, like the famous Nikola Tesla, with only two hours, of daily sleep
And then I could be, totally inventive and oh so creative, the rest of the time
Because, or despite of being tired or even sick or simply surviving, off the grind
But, then again, it still seems, that even, if I could less time on rest spend
I would have difficulties, for all the great things I would want to do, to lend
Even if all the precious time in the world, onto my waiting lap would be hurled

So, why, oh why, I am complaining again, you may me ask?
Can’t I just simply, strip down some or more, off the planned tasks?
The simple answer to that question, or then again, it is really not
Could just be, that, I am, in all honesty, afraid, that if, I would ever stop
I would never be able, to start over, again
And then, on what, would I my time then spend?

Under cover, under the parasol, under the sun

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“Hiding, my face and my self, from the bright sun, under the sheltering parasol“ Gun Roswell

Under cover, under the parasol, under the sun

From the deepest recesses, of this, these days virtual travellers own mind
Thinking of, all of the warm summers passed, and always with a big smile
When lying, on the sandy beach, everything off, completely, out of reach
Only thinking of, what and then when would be the time for the next eat
Alas, not everything around and under this scorching sun is a total slack
As swimming, walking, writing and reading, is part of each days list of tasks
But the one thing, even enough sun block can win, is the one simple fact
That too much sun, can give a dweller out and about each day an attach
Of the said sun and that cannot be too much fun, so best bet to do to avoid
The trauma causing the traveller to get annoyed, is to stay, under the parasol
Greatly protecting any harmful rays of the on top hovering bright ball, the sol
Besides, there are lots of things to do there, without the need to squint the eyes
Board games, books, and maybe, even the odd iPad to track, some of the lives
Left behind in the homeland, as the traveller, is on a holiday, for the duration
And, if and when asked, they would simply answer without any kind of hesitation
“I have earned this leave, and will stay here, until I totally need to leave!”

Sunday at the Beach

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“A calm, cloudy, and sunny Sunday, what a contradiction indeed!” Gun Roswell

Sunday at the Beach

When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed
We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire
Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush
There really was no need for any kind of rush
To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature
Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee

But we ran, as fast as any one can, really
For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really
Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters
We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may
Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save
Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss

We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed
Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand
To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement
But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent
Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached
And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again

                   

VICTORIOUS – from the changing palette blog

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Congratulations to the new President and Vice President Elect of the United States. This is a good day. Victorious indeed.

VICTORIOUS