Poetry of Everything
“There are lots of dive bars all around for a quick drink, but the there are those places you can spend several hours in, having a good time, with food and fine wine” Gun Roswell
A short stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
“Red is a pretty colour, true. Perhaps a tad on the nose, but yeah, pretty!” Gun Roswell
“I see red”
Said Ted
As toward the shed
Painted red
He quickly fled
Unfortunately
A fence,
Also, painted red
Made his trek
Short instead
“There are flowers and berries and lots of things to cherish!” Gun Roswell
The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome
“Nature can be most gorgeous, or dangerous, but more so, gorgeous” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
“A calm, cloudy, and rather sunny Sunday (surprise!) what a contradiction indeed! As usually, when Sunday arrives, so does the cold weather and the rain, right?!” Gun Roswell
When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed
We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire
Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush
There really was no need for any kind of rush
To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature
Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee
But we ran, as fast as any one can, really
For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really
Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters
We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may
Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save
Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss
We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed
Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand
To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement
But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent
Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached
And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again
The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits
Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine
But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine
“Nothing but the wind on my back and the sun on my face as I set sail to vistas unknown” Gun Roswell
Even on the cloudiest of days
I will not for long in a dismayed state stay
As I step outside into the calming beach
I am greeted by a cooling breeze
Nothing is more invigorating than the sea
Cool blues as far as my eyes can see
Even if I choose to just hang around
Take my place on the rocky ground
Or if I am feeling daring and adventurous
I can set sail to the open waves
In my small dingy of a boat with sails
I feel great, alive and most of all
I am spending the best of a summers time, at the seashore
And soon enough, even the sun cones out
Making this day too, perfect all around
“Too much rattling up there, in this thing they call brain even if the sign says empty space to rent!” Gu Roswell
Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Filling my mind with (useful and) useless information
Keeping up with the latest situation
Internet
Radio
Television
Stereo
Hard at work
Mind in full play
If you do not reboot
There will be hell to pay
A warning
Your start up disk is almost full
Ignoring
All command functions are off line
My internal screen goes dark
There is absolutely no spark
Staring in the mirror
At my blank face
A blank page
Cold water against my skin
But neither circuit nor pin
Makes the connection to my brain
Your system has encountered an error
Oh the terror
Loosing my ground
while seeing the message
Page not found
Scanning my mind
But nothing I find
Search button pressed once more
Hoping some data to score
Panic strikes
Trying to hide
My head in a bush
Feeling the rush
To backup my data
Sooner than later
Processing…
Internal error detected
Crash report has been sent as expected
Complete system restore
Reboot in one, two, three, four…
A slumber I fall
Hearing my dreams call
Power down complete
Early next morning
Waking up from my snoring
System initializing
Complete scanning in progress
No further errors detected
Finally rid of the ogres
My mind again protected
All is in ship shape and Bristol fashion
Need to start up in rations
Restore was successful
Having my mind full
With all that extra bull
Now in clear mind
I can rewind
Until my next reboot
I have some space to fill
It would be a real hoot
If I had the will
And way
To let some of it get away
The circle is complete
Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Lesson learnt?
“Sometimes it’s good to just take a day off, from everything, really!”
“There is nothing wrong with a little bit of fun in the sun, until it gets really too hot!” Gun Roswell
The day too hot and running sweaty, inside trying not to let it in, but the humidity sweeps through the cracks on the walls, which were supposed to stand tall for an eternity or more. Still, the heat and the sun seem to find their way, no matter what. Simply no respite from this kind of a torment to be found not even if sitting on the cold concrete ground. The only choice, to go outside, for some cool and calming breezes to try to find. Well, that would be the ultimate winning price am I right?!
When out the door, the wall of hotness hits in the face and slams you back against the floor. The smells of flowers, trees and other summery fields all forgotten, as the stinky odours of the hot and humid weather front greets you there. The only hope for some relief, is to try to get down to the beach, where the waves are bringing in, the cool summer winds, near by the water’s edge, where sitting on the ledge and letting the fine summer winds embrace you until the skin, has cooled down and then maybe, that seemingly permanent frown, will turn upside down.
“The flowers of summer are so pretty, one cannot help but spend some time gawking at them” Gun Roswell
Summer, never a bummer, for those loving to frolic in the midst of the lush green fields, without any kind of shield on their person, running amok, that much is certain!
Still, picking up a few flowers, perhaps the body to adorn, or simply, them to adore, whatever the situation is, nobody will be amiss, of the warmth surrounding them all, a perfect utopia, Eden, this time of year is for them all.
And so, whether you are a lover of the flowers, the colours or simply running about nekkid in among the greens, this feeling of summer will never you leave.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 