Poetry of Everything
“Red berries, mixed with apples of the same colour, cannot go wrong!” Gun Roswell
Mix it to a salad
Or make a fruit cup
The tasty palette
Can be served
Right up
Berries of red and blue
For a while in your mouth chew
Let the flavours make their play
You will never want them go away
Berries are good
Berries are healthy
Berries in a smoothie
Berries are a wealthy
“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up until I cannot any more” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
Red, juicy, inviting, loosing it, gobbling up all that stuff… strawberries, please!” Gun Roswell
Berries of red
Eaten in bed
For breakfast and dinner
Just wish I had a cleaner
Red and juicy
Are these berries
Might enjoy even with sherry
But I think it would be too fruity
Berries in various colours
Never mind some of the odours
Eat them with gusto
And life healthy is a must
“Sleeping in the park, on a hard bench? Yeah, well, it happens to people a lot more often than you might think, and it’s not even Halloween!” Gun Roswell
A Dreary Night on the Bench
Surrounded by dark and misty air
Missed the very last fare
Sitting on this, park bench
Wishing I had worn a warm trench
The eerie, dark and damp surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a single soul in sight
On this mystical, scary night
Wrapping my thin coat tighter
My mood getting suddenly lighter
I hear some noises
A car in the distance, approaches
Finally… do I have a ride!?!
“There, in the shadows, it lurks, watching all of the hood” Gun Roswell
The Watcher Cat
The watcher cat, at his usual post
Neatly staying, in the very same pose
In his prey, he seems totally engrossed
Or maybe, he just ate a large roast
And now digesting, is the most
Task he is able for the moment, to coast
“Fascinating, fantastic, surprising, odd but in a good way?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A land filled with rocks and lava
Taking it easy with a cup of java
Especially since it’s as hot as a sauna
But still, this is almost complete nirvana
“It’s just so dark and dreary, the sand of the beaches?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A road trip to a nearby village
If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage
A quaint little place
A while everyone stays
But later it’s time to set sail
And back to the resort trail
“Vamos a la playa! Or so the locals keep telling me” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
Into the harbour and down to the beach
Plenty of scenery if that’s what you seek
Blue skies, sunshine and warm weather
How could the holidays get any better?
“It looks like a bug, but it acts like a tree, tell me, what do you see?” Gun Roswell
Centipede of the trees
A monster in the deepest forest?
Something scary and perhaps a little horrid?
Nah, it’s just a tree, being rather modest
After all, it just might be related
To a long legged centipede
“You’ll never know what you may find hidden in the deepest of forests”
Gun Roswell
Look Up!!!
When in the forest of so very deep
You finally may find what you seek
Never miss a beat
Only remember to look up
But try not to stumble over a stump
Rantings Of A Third Kind 