Poetry of Everything
“The busy and narrow streets of old town beckons for shopping and whatnot, it’s a warm summer’s day after all!” Gun Roswell
The hustle and bustle
The use of the rustle
All the customers
Lurking about this summer
The Market Square
The biggest fair
This side of town
The jewel of the crown
Bursting with life
Peacefully, without a strife
Roaming the stands
Even if not a fan
You may enjoy the ambiance
So come on down and take chance
“Something about nature and going back to it? Pretty and all, that is true!” Gun Roswell
The last of warm days?
Before the cold rains again?
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be summer, then autumn and winter again
But the colours
Will be awesome before that will happen!
“Something about looking up towards the skies and about some kind of truth found there? The truth being out there???” Gun Rowell
Blue, darker, black
White, greyer, and then black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the above skies
The only truth lies
The summer’s end
“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell
The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep
I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel
Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!
So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love
Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be
“That looks like a gateway to the past” Gun Roswell
The gateway on to the
Beach appeared, out of nowhere, in a
Flash of light, it was
Standing there, where nothing before
It existed. Now it is open wide
For anyone to enter, if you
Really dare, then take a
Leap and jump back in time into
The past of all time
Just remember, you may not
Get back, but that is a risk
Well worth taking, so stop
Your shaking and take the
Step, one small step for mankind and
Who knows what you’ll find
“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell
I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them
I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull
This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks
“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear
Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems
“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell
The days of sunny and warm
Spent around the old ruins just after dawn
Much to see and plenty to do
Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon
But for the enthusiastic traveller
There is really nothing to complain rather
Enjoying the new vistas and the history
Of this place with plenty of stories
And, if you are planning to stay awake
Until the late of the event filled day
Make sure to make your way to the beach
Or basically any open area seat
As the spectacle of the evening
Is at that time about to begin
The sun setting over the open waters
There is really nothing to compare!
So keep on travelling, to strange new places
If only in your mind or in a virtual space
There is nothing more eye opening
When out of your comfort zone staying
“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
Finding an empty sun bed
On this tine beach end
Did not seem so difficult today
What a pleasant surprise, I said
As I hauled my weary ass
Off from the green grass
Into the middle of the sandy beach
Choosing the best seat
Laying my fat tired head
On to the sunny side bed
Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
As long as anyone will me let
“The cat, a superior being in everyday, trustful, loyal and always polite… wait a minute! That is the description, mostly, of a dog! Oh well, a few white lies never hurt anyone!“ Gun Roswell
The cat who on the street corner sat in a cool looking hat, and with an attitude that of a worldly guide then promised to take the traveller from a far away country, on a tour around the city, as walking around in a new town, could make one totally giddy.
So, hopping on the tiny moped with a cure two seater side car, as it was not supposed to be too fast, because a lot of great things that way could be passed while riding around too wildly, but not today as the cat had promised smiling, to have an easy peasy slow ride and that way, getting to know all those important sights.
But, soon enough, the tourists from a far, noticed the route, had taken a strange sideline and the cat, while in charge of showing its home town to the strangers from beyond, was now actually taking them to an alleyway, where the noises were growing ever more strong.
As the shocked travellers found out where they had landed, on remote alley filled with meowing cats and kittens as there can be. The cat with the hat, the supposed tour guide then once again smiled, this time, wickedly, and simply stated. “We will take you back, but first, there is an extra charge for that to happen. You see, we need our daily fishies and as we are many, and for that, a lot more money is needed as a matter of fact.”
The tourists then glanced around, feeling sorry for the starving crowd. So, without hesitation, they gave all the money they had and with a thanks, the tour then proceeded as promised from then on without worries as the cat with a wide wicked smile, had earned its daily grind fee, feeding all the family, which was never easy. And the earnings from the weary travellers, usually came pretty easily, supporting the cats cause with a gentle feeling.
Well, that was the tale of odd today, the lesson, not very strong, guess if any, then the one of never trusting a smiling cat, unless you are generous enough to feed the whole litter of them.
“Something in yellow perhaps? It’s a rather pretty colour” Gun Roswell
In the summery days mellow
Wild flowers of yellow
Growing strong by the curve
So watch carefully where you swerve!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
