Poetry of Everything
Posted in Haiku
“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Fine dining on a Sunday
When the Sunday beckons, it
Is time to reckon, take a rest
Let someone else, put the
Plates on the table, server
The meals as you sit in peace
Letting the Sunday mood wash
All over your face, a
Smile no less, wasn’t too difficult to
Express, especially since the sun
Is shining so warm and
Bright, shades worn outside, but under the
Cooling shade, that’s just fine
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“The cat on the lap of the known lady, what is that about?” Gun Roswell
Cat Lisa with Mona
The cat was laying on
The lap of the lady quite known
Captured in an image painted
A long time ago, by
A renaissance man familiar to us all
How did we not notice
That darn cat before, sitting
Comfortably, smiling slightly, just like
The lady we all seen
Before, but as it is
There now, the cat with a tail
Will tell you new tales
Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
The street filled with restaurants
So many choices, I can eat what
I want, the smells so
Good, all this food, what
To do, what to do? If only
There were just the few
But alas, now I have
To pick one up, take the plunge
And finally, have a meal
Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Red respite at the bus
Stop, a welcome hop for the weary
Traveller, from a foreign land
Sitting and waiting for the transport
Obviously delayed, then what is the choice
To make? Another form of
Vehicles take? Maye a bike
Or skates? But then, the arrival would
Be late and that, is
Not an option, after a moment
Of hesitation, at the almost empty bus
Station, I hailed a cab
Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Hells bangers on their bikes
Riding down the road side, ignoring all
The rules, as they say
“They were made for fools”
Driving very fast, moving every other car
Past, until they reach first
Place, in front of the
Row, all the others in tow, but
Since they are going so
Very slow, the bikers soon
Will be long gone, riding to where
Ever, never to be seen
Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Walking down the lane of
Memories, even though none of my own
Since I never been here
Before, but it is a
Great feeling, even if it may stealing
Dwelling in the old times
Making new memories all mine
And after a while, this picture being
My memory lane saved in
Time, to dig up when
I feel nostalgic, reminiscing places travelled to
The lands of very far
Posted in Seat Sunday/Haiku
“Sunshine, seashore and a warm seat” Gun Roswell
Seat at the Seashore
Cool blue hues reflected onto
A bench in the colour of blue
Painted to match the scene
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
New friends
A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that
It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were
But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Moonlight sky
The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine
All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright
The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Misty morning
Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking
The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning
Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong
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