Shadows and seats 


“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell 

Shadows and seats 

The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s  time to say, when and get going again.

Sleepy Cat

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“The cat usually likes to nap, a lot it seems!” Gun Roswell

Sleepy Cat

Sleepy eyes
Still a spy

In this house
Maybe a mouse?

‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’

Permanently stuck on the rocks!

“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell

On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks

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May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!

Surfers on the Dunes

“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell

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Surfers on the Dunes

Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”

All in the Details 

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“Something about the details of this holiday I find odd…” Gun Roswell

All in the Details 

“It’s all in the details”
The designer said
As out the well made plans
She laid

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Life’s a Beach

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“Life can be fun, sometimes, at least on the beach” Gun Roswell

Life’s a Beach

When all troubles
Are out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…

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Two, One, None

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“It’s beginning to look a lot like Fall, the Autumn of it all in nature” Gun Roswell

Two, One, None

It started with a few
Then there were two
Only remaining
A single one
Nothing to be done
The time for Winter
Has finally come
As soon, there will be
None

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Thorny yet graceful


“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell

Thorny yet graceful

The pretty colour truly beckoned
To approach and then I reckoned
To maybe dare and touch it
As it simply looked so delicious
But, despite the tempting colours
And the most heavily odour
There was a downside there as well
Because when I leaned for it close enough to smell
And reached for the silken petals to linger
I accidentally pricked my poor finger
On the sharp as a knife like thorns
Wishing this beautify would not have shown its horns
So now, bleeding, I stand here seething
But cannot help but admire
The gorgeous rose of a flower
Who simply defended itself
Against this big humans eager offence

This little Brain o’ Mine


“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell

This little Brain o’ Mine

This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind

So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate

Boat ride on a low tide


“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell

Boat ride on a low tide

On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better

The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure

Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front

Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater

The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end