Two cats a fishing

Posted on by

“You can mostly find them in packs, but today, they all travel in twos” Gun Roswell

Two cats a fishing

The cat with bold black and white stripes, all of her competition wipes
But the cat with simple coloured patches, usually the most fish catches
As the duo, of the two cats, out there into the harbour venture daily
Making sure the fish population gets a treatment, not always fairly

They like to sit by the seashore, watching life until they get bored
But when the hunger beckons, both of them at the same time reckon
It is time to pull out the big guns once again, before the afternoon is spent
Both glaring, intently into the seemingly calm surface staring

A splash, a meow and a few seconds later, the catch
A few more of the same, because no one them really can blame
One little fishy just ain’t enough, because you’ll never know if the going gets tough
So having a spare, is good thinking without scare

Several moments past, the two fishing cats 
Are finally happy with their hard earned catch
Hauling the loot away, to their secret hideaway
Where happy munching sounds, fills the air out loud

Entryways to many places

Posted on by

“To enter any building or closed up space, you need to find the entrance to it!” Gun Roswell

Entryways to many places

The blank wall, does make you stall
But look around, even on the ground
The entryway, surely, can be found
At least, that is the point of this quest!

When you finally discover the sought one
Just make sure, it really is, the correct one
Because all the trap doors, should be avoided
At all costs, as they are really annoying!

Never mind, the “do not enter” sign
It was only put there, for a good scare
So, please, do dare, inside to venture
Who knows, you might be up for an adventure!

Cloudy, with a chance of Sunshine?

Posted on by

“Almost every Monday I wake up with a dread of a new week, but then, I look up, at the skies, and I feel, just fine” Gun Roswell

cloudy-with-a-chance-of-sunshine-3

Cloudy, with a chance of Sunshine?

Clouds across the sky, caused me to drop my smile
Only seen now, are shades of grey, to my total dismay
But, then a bright white vision in there, like a spot of joy emerged
Sunshine? Could it be? Yes, pretty in that white blur I must say!
I am singing now, getting rid of that frown, as I am on the cloud
Number nine, me thinks they say, and hey;
For me, nothing but blue skies do I see, from now on, at least!

Sugar rush!

Posted on by
sugar-1

“Sweet spice of sugar, how I love the taste on my buds, such sweet nectar!” Gun Roswell

Sugar rush!

Oh, so pleasantly colourful
Exceptionally made to be completely alluring
Never mind, that it’s all totally and highly addictive
All that sweet, sweet sugar, poured all over and everywhere
Cannot help, but stop and stare!

What to do, what to do?
Should I someone possibly sue?
Absolutely not!
Because these things are so totally hot
Ready to be consumed by the lot!

I am so utterly confused, but maybe in a good way…
Oh hell, can anyone tell
If I try just one, a tiny little sample?
Why oh why is this all happening to me?
Is there any place I can this beautiful sight to flee?

Oh come on!
Just go ahead and eat it all up, honey!

Riverside living with a smile

Posted on by

“Living, by a river, is so totally cool. Well, it can be during winter time!” Gun Roswell

Riverside living with a smile

When a house was built
Near the water’s edge filled 
With nautical stuff up to the hilt
I really could not resist 

So I reserved a spot 
Right there on the dot
Of getting a tour of the house
Hoping I wasn’t too much of a louse

Because I was only curious 
Not really that frivolous 
To have my home there 
Where the cool waters fare

But little did I know
That I would fall in love 
With the tiny house by the river
And now, I am a home owner 
By that same river 😉

A Whole Lotta Going On for a Monday

Posted on by

“Mondays are the busiest days of the week, or at least, that’s how they seem to be” Gun Roswell

A Whole Lotta Going On for a Monday

There are reflections, in the background mirror
But, as the picture is getting somewhat clearer
Still, nothing too defined, is really popping up
But, as I squint my eyes, trying so hard to figure this out
I think I see, some balloons in the air free, a bbq maybe, is it a party of sorts?
Or then maybe, it’s just the liquor consumed for lunch, I snort
As the image is still, somewhat of a distort
The lunch and the (one) drink, sure did kick a punch, not as I had originally thought to be fair
And now, it’s making me see things, which really are not there
A party in progress! Yeah right! If so, maybe I can crash?
And make this mundane of a Monday, a tad more of a dash?
But what ever it is, that over there exist
For this Monday, that was supposed to be the usual boring prick
There’s surely a whole lotta going on
(Even think I head some kind of a bang of a gong)

Sunday Blues in blue

Posted on by

“Sunday is always spent in the mood of blue, whether it be the colour of the clothing, the colour of the ocean or the colour of the sea, it’s all so clear, you see?“ Gun Roswell

Sunday Blues in blue

The Sunday noon sun shine, hit high in the above blue skies
Almost as high as did the cool blue waves of the otherwise calm ocean fly
But for the one, now dressed up in all blue, just for the sake of pun
The blue was more than just a dress code, or the blue bird over flown

Sunday was always the day of feeling bringing on the one specific colour
It even had that special and all so familiar odour
The one with hint of sadness, maybe even a touch of madness
But mostly, it was a reminder of an ending, even, whilst leisurely time spending

Despite all the moods, hitting mostly, towards the blues
Sunday was and always will be, the time of reflection of all the dues
And maybe, even some of the don’ts, but mostly hopes
That the new week will bring forth, something much more worth
Than a simple afternoon spent wallowing, in the total blues

Note to self

Posted on by

“Today, is just like any other day, except, I am one more year older. They say, it’s just a number, but for me, it feels like today, it’s carried to the umpteenth, so yeah, I am feeling, so old!” Gun Roswell 

Note to self

When I woke up this morning, and could not stop yawning
I knew it must have been, a psychological scheme
Because today, wasn’t like any other day
Because today, I woke up with another digit added to my age

I know some say, that age, is just a number anyway
But for me, on this day, it feels, like something of the be afraid
Like a heave stone on my chest, not letting me rest
Rather a suffocating force, leaving nothing behind but torture

Alright, to this much I admit, that i might have been feeling sick
And not the measurable coughing, snot running kind of glitch
But, the more I started to run back in time
I could clearly feel the very hit of my last chime

So, I am not really, that old, but to be perfectly bold
I feel the life flashing before my very eyes and I am not sold
To be honest, I thought I would have put so many things to rest
And by now, I would at least, own that perfect crown

And then, after pouring all them things on to paper
I realize, that even if i might be a self proclaimed hater
I am feeling kind of fine in the very same skin i occupy 
Even if I am not the perfect person, which I never deny

So what if all the achievements pegged for myself
Would be only realised at some other or later date
So what if I wasn’t the person I thought I ought to be
On this very day I turned a specific number for everyone to see

I may have spent so many years planning and waiting
The time gone by, some of it totally wasted
But I know there are plenty more ahead of me, waiting to see
What great things, I am able to finally achieve

Consider this little ditty
A note to self, even if shitty
No one is ever too old or ever to late
To do what ever things they put on their plate!

So, in the words of another mortal beauty:
Good god, girl, get a grip
Get your head out of that space of shit
And by the way, happy birthday!

Seat and the Shade

Posted on by

“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell 

Seat and the Shade

The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment

Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!

Under the sun, but, under the parasol

Posted on by

“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, but, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!