Poetry of Everything
“They’re nature’s way of giving you the notion of time, the bells made of flowers, ringing, every single hour (except if there is no wind)” Gun Roswell
Slay bells a ringing?
It’s summer time:
Can’t touch this…
Purple flowers,
They are totally gorgeous
Telling the time?
Perhaps not
“They are well hidden, deep in the forest for none to find, yet here, look, I did find them!” Gun Roswell
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
“A chair fit for a Queen and other Ladies too, well anyone really, so just, take a load off! it’s Sunday after all!” Gun Roswell
“Ah, a cool summer’s breeze
I am possibly ready to sneeze
Better sit down on the bench!”
Said the little old wench
As she tightly held her thighs in a clench
Because that damned sneezing
Made her always queasy
And possibly a little uneasy
As to what might start to trickle
She started to giggle
“Oh, hurry up you old fool
And quickly sit down on that damned stool!”
“Something totally pretty about midsummer, those white flowers everywhere!” Gun Roswell
The flowerbeds’ seed
Looks like weed
But, pretty indeed
Let’s call them
Sauna Flowers
But yeah, you cannot bathe in them
Or can you?
“At least there is no snow on the ground, yet!” Gun Roswell
Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember
So what really happened:
“Is this the end of a vacay? nope, but soon there will be more of the same!” Gun Roswell
Soft, fluffy, made by nature
Concrete, metal, made by creatures
Coming together in an image
A compilation quite vivid
“A game of mini-golf? Well, why not?” Gun Roswell
Summer fun in the near by shopping centre
Bring your mom, dad and even the family spectre
Walk, hike or drive your car
It’s really not that very far
But heed this warning who ever you are:
Once the place of madness you enter
You may end up on a shopping bender
Give away your money and shirt
And later, with a big bill of hurt!
“You gotta try out the museums, plenty of them around the hood!” Gun Roswell
Visiting, a local library or museum
Even, if it’s not so usual for this season
Someone, may call it treason
Retorting, ‘stay outdoors you silly beeson’
But live and learn your history
Other wise you may not have a story!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
