Poetry of Everything
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Roof Top
Sitting on the roof top
Why?
Because it was time for a stop
Switch gears, and make a swap
Now
Laying around like a blob
Thinking(?)
I need to pick up that mop
Never mind
It’s just a job
I can easily do
Tomorrow
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Graffiti
Darling! Sweetie?!
Did you, just paint, that graffiti?
Oh! How it, dazzled me, so completely!
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Biker Dude
Down the busiest of streets
The roaring engine, setting the beat
No time, to even tweet
Not even, for any of them sweets
Because:
“Got some old pals to meet
And,
To dry, my bloody soaking feet!”
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Slow Boat down the River
On a slow boat
On this wide moat
Did bring a tote
Filled with some oat
To feed the goat…
“Wait a minute, wait a minute?
River, oat, goat?
What’s the catch in this?”
“Well, it’s for me to know
And you to find out!”
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Enjoying the Solitude
A game, of some solitaire
In this nightly fresh and open air
Complete solitude and total silence
This, special place, is priceless
“I see that it is by no means useless to travel the wide world,
especially if you keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the new experiences” Gun Roswell
Brazil revisited 1
In the deepest of rain forests, in Brazil
You can most definitely feel, the eternal thrill
Especially when sailing down, the river Negro
Quite, as the great unknown of an incognito
And then, a glimpse of the dolphins
With surprise of a raise, of the endorphins
“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell
Busy Bee on a Monday
A red open flower tempted
The busy bee to relent
It’s flight in the middle of the day
And onto the open petals lay
Gathering all the nectarine it can find
Before back into its hive it will fly
But dear bee
Beware of the honey trap
Set to lure you in fact
And if you don’t soon fly away
You will forever in this flower
Trapped, remain
“Just because, it’s a seat, right?!” Gun Roswell
Seated, under the cool shade
A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers
Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover
All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning
A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening
But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
The Black Cat
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
“Sit, because it’s a seat, so go ahead” Gun Roswell
Seated, in Cyprus
A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
Rantings Of A Third Kind 