Poetry of Everything
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“It was supposed to be a regular day at the office, but when I arrived in the early morning hours, something totally odd had happened, and this is the story of that” Gun Roswell
An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?
When the alarm clock chimed, I slowly stirred and then, started to whine
It was way too dark and way too early, to get up and about, even with a try
But alas, this poor lass, could not start the complaint process just yet
Since it was, so early and the time, to get up from the comfortable bed
On the way out, there was a shout, just behind me, as I had once again, completely forgot
To take my pre-prepared lunch with me, for you see, I too, sometimes, do have to eat
Then without further ado, I punched the pedal to the metal to hurry myself to the streets
Because today, I had to get in early, like the worm and the birdy, you know that tales plot!
The day still beginning, and I really did not feel like singing, so just listening in
To the radio and the same old tunes, playing each day, when I was on my way
Little though, had I prepped for what awaited me on the log, when trying to find my parking spot
The scene in front of me unfolding, quite the visual spectacle, or so I am telling
Nothing short out of a breath, I suddenly halted on my very taken step
Glaring, gazing, totally amazing and in complete awe, of what it was that I saw
What ever the object up there hovering above in the still dark skies
Could be anything from a flying object to the obviously sun’s shine
What ever it was, is for the viewer of the image or the listener of this tale to decide
Because me, myself, and I am still staring at the very image with my mouth open wide
What ever happened there, in the early morning hours in that very parking lot
Well, it was what it was, and the rest, well, that is a tall tale to be told with a varied plot!
“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell
Greece and the Water
Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters
Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters
The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering
The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting
Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature
A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture
When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls
The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night
Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool
Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows
Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space
Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place
“The storm is the most gorgeous thing you’ll ever see, with the lighting striking across the skies, that is, if you are able to stay safely indoors in a warm house!” Gun Roswell
Stormy weather at midnight
A few minutes past midnight
I got quite the unexpected fright
When suddenly, a flash of bright light
Struck across the now darkened skies
There was no sound to be heard
For long moments the air just seems undisturbed
Then, the loud rumbling shook the earth
As lighting struck each and every nerve
The pouring rain soon followed
Pounding the ground until it was almost hollow
The dog walkers of late tried to follow
The trails now gone, only running on shallow
The weather from the calm and easy
Had soon turned to something sleazy
What seemed like a nice change of pace
Had become a totally unpleasant else
For several hours the storm in each corner howled
Like something out of a scary movie it pummelled
The trees to each direction in the hurricane level winds were pulled
As nature had released it’s forces upon us all in full
After watching the display through the window safe
I had dosed off to a restless sleep in short waves
But as morning light cracked against my eyes
The nature was calm again, without any signs of strife
“So many pretty things pop up during the summer season, the nature is unbelievably gorgeous all around!” Gun Roswell
Flowers and berries, oh my!
The pretty white flowers in the corners of the yards
You can walk alongside and get so very far
The endless fields of the flora of the season
What could be a far better reason
Than to venture outdoors and spend a day
In the great outdoors with a worry or care
The berries soon will be popping up
The garden filled with all kinds in a huff
Just make sure to collect them all
Before the arrival of the colliding fall
Then you have a supply for the winter long
To eat, bake and then you’ll grow strong!
But even without them fine berries
Just remember, the summer will be ending
Make sure you get out there once in a while
Before sitting inside leaves you in a puddle of bile
The most important thing about the season
Is to enjoy it freely without care or a reason
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“The elements of nature, can be sometimes harsh, other times, they can be soft, calm and a refreshing balm for this tired, human body” Gun Roswell
Elements of Water
The blue and endless waters with the soft sandy beaches, beckoned this weary traveller, before becoming too bored
The lure of it all, oh so tempting, and before I knew what was happening, I had made my way to the end of the very shore
The waves softly, even gently, splashing, against the solid rocks, the sand so soft beneath my shoes and socks
The nature, with a full knowledge of its certain affect, on this poor soul, as it made me all the way to this gorgeous site venture
And before the day was done, and I had all the possible fun, this place had become my most treasured adventure
“Contrasting against the ever blue skies, as, the remaining tall structures against the backdrop fly, then, now and forever, they will never die” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 5
The skies above our heads, are always so blue
The ground below, soft and of a sandy hue
The rocks of the ruins, which are the building blocks
Now mostly scattered, as about and everywhere they flock
But some of the structures, still remain
Stranding forever tall, reining, on their designated domain
Even the powerful and all mighty time itself, cannot tear down the one
Which this small of a humankind once had so proudly done
Sure, now, the buildings are all mostly in ruins
But that does not matter, as the best winnings
Against time and nature itself, are still very much present
And history, our made history, has once again won without reset
“As approaching the ancient ruins of yesteryear, there is really no fear, simply step inside and let it all enter, your very mind” Gun Roswell
Acropolis revisited, part 4
The pillars still standing tall, reaching towards the skies
Reaching towards those once settling inside the walls
The walls now hollowed by the elements of nature
Nature, who does not care of the past, present or the future
The future, which hopefully will be welcoming our history
Our history now being written alongside the ancient ones
The ancient ones whom built the monuments on which we now
We now stand inside and admire, silently wishing to be part of
Part of it all, as the new ones in the future visit our ruins made
Ruins made out of the dwellings we used to stay in
Stay in our precious homes we too did build
Build to last, alas most likely not as long as the ones here
Here on the top of the mountain talk, the mighty pillars
The mighty pillars from a long ago stand so tall
Tall, and forever remaining here, now and to the future
The future without us, they will see without us
