Posted in Mundane Monday/Haiku
“From a balcony window, reflections from the past” Gun Roswell
Dreams reflected
Looking, like a time warp
Appearing onto the windows, of every house
My dreams bounced all over
Poetry of Everything
Posted in Sunday
“Sunday is so much better than Monday” Gun Roswell
Sunday On My Mind
Why, is Sunday
Always on my mind?
When the working week starts
And Monday feelings smart
I have Sunday on my mind
If Tuesday brings some fun
Until Wednesday things get done
But enter Thursday
A total loose day
And again, I have Sunday on my mind
Finally Friday arrives
My face all in smiles
Feelings of Sunday on the arise
Quickly passes Saturday
My proverbial Caturday
One more night to sleep
In a slumber so deep
Dreaming, of Sunday
The one day
Always, on my mind
Oh universe, please be so kind
And let it always be, Sunday!
Posted in Freaky Friday
“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian
Clockwork Apple
The Apple
If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you
Posted in Writer
“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character” – Alfred Hitchcock
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer
Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find
Look in,
Carefully
Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging
A
Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief
Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute
A
Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?
Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?
Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier
A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?
Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell
Gone a Fishing
When the sign says, “Gone fishing”
That means all the bells and whistles that usually ring
Have completely silenced for the afternoon
And the boat is way, way out there in the lagoon
Don’t try to call me on my mobile phone
Do not tempt me with a sweet or a scone
I am completely out of it all for a while
And no matter who says what, I’m doing it in style
Fishing, fishing, ain’t catching a damn thing
But I am singing, grinning and clinging
Onto a hope, for catching a big fish to sell
Or at least, the tallest of tales to everyone to tell
Posted in Caturday
“It’s a dog, not a cat?” Gun Roswell
Sleeping Beauty
Let the sleeping dogs lie
Even, if they gravity defy
Am eternal beauty
From a different perspective
Of his privacy be respective
Drooling and snoring
Maybe some dreams scoring
But the cuddly face adoring
Especially, when just waking
And widely yawning
The cuddly little mister
May dream of a sister
But this sleeping beauty
Will be ready for duty
Any time!