Poetry of Everything
“There is always a respite to be found no matter the season on the ground” Gun Roswell
A bench to sit on no matter the weather
So once again
I have to complain
But I know, the right seat
Is, just at my reach
All I had to do was
to simply, seek
“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell
The cat and his spot
The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so
For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend
Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy
Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy
A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?
Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be
It was not clear to those passing as usually
A loud purr could be heard from the very source
As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot
Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod
So, whatever you might think of this very cat
Choosing their very own place in this space we share
The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair
Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again
Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?
So, next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should
As befriending them might just be the best thing
Even if it was just an ordinary common place being
“The greys really come out on a dull grey day!” Gun Roswell
Verbania Vistas
Experiencing the surroundings
In the colours of black and white
You may find it quite astounding
How well it works in this light!
“The ominous skies ever present” Gun Roswell
Verbania Vistas (part one)
This scenery,
Like something
From your mind’s imaginary
Dark clouds
Looming over the waters
Like shrouds
Just don’t shout
Too loud
You may scare
The locals!
“There is always time for coffee, morning, noon, day or night time, it’s all just fine, if you really enjoy the dark liquid kind and to have a cup of it, when you see fit” Gun Roswell
Winter Morning with another Cup of Coffee
There is always room for coffee, in the stomach, someone said, even if it was some other time a clock, usually not associated with the fine sustenance of a dark liquid, but if one was prepared, for the full effect of the stuff, then drinking a cup or two, would suit, no matter the hour, as long as the face did not go sour, simply because the lack of coffee, was ever present, so, better satisfy the urge and have that drink of it, the coffee, in a cup, or a mug or even jug it directly from the pot!
Because believe it or not, those rules and regulations for sleeping and consumables, was most likely created by someone who hated the stuff, both coffee and well, food and perhaps even people, as all of us, are mostly individuals and so, enjoying the good stuff, coffee, does not have to be at any given hour, even midnight will do simply fine.
“Isn’t it a bit excessive? Making promises you cannot keep? Basically fooling yourself?” Gun Roswell
What about the New Year’s resolutions?
Promises were made, just to be broken
A New Years resolution was just another token
Words without meaning in haste spoken
Was I really dreaming or just hoping?
Why then go through this bit?
Just because everyone else did
So now, trying myself to rid
Of this oh so very guilty trip?
It’s only the first day of the year
So why do I have this guttural fear
Of not being able to complete the deal
I made with myself trying towards better to steer?
Maybe, just maybe give some slack
And try to good intentions most of this stack
As I am looking towards the future, take a few steps back
Do what I can, and the rest, well only my best to do, then relax
“It is that time of the year… Oh wait! It’s a completely new year! Card Blanc!!” Gun Roswell
The New Year
Colourful burst of noise filled blinding light
Filling the darkened day, soon turning into a night
The clocks, on the walls, and everywhere, are quickly churning
As the long awaited coming of a new year starts slowly turning
Time itself stopping, for a blink one an eye
As all the wishes and hopes, for a better life
Fill the airways, from every which possible way
Letting go of the passing year and all its fear
Because now looking forward, is a reward
Of this special midnight, which will make everything alright
“Another year spent, where I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing” Gun Roswell
Bread and Circuses for the Masses
Bread and Circuses
For any and all purposes
Lights and loud fireworks
Maybe with some other quirks?
No time to waste
It is after all the time to celebrate
So, let us all unite
Leave our differences aside
As the New Year
We all hail
Even if following
A different trail
The past and present
Already having been spent
And so towards the future
From now on end
We will all ascend
“The history of us, beckons this simple onlooker from the present” Gun Roswell
Delphi, Greece in Monochrome
Enjoying the plethora of views
In the past reserved for those chosen few
As I am looking at the endless skies
Closing my eyes
The imagination of mine, taking flight
And then, stepping back in time
Finally landing in the beautiful Delphi
The time?
History, as per promised on the sign!
“The big city in a small package? Well, it’s still a rather large size place when you think about it…” Gun Roswell
London in Monochrome
Over the plethora rooftops
Into the hustle and bustle
Of the streets of London
In just a few skips and hops
A few moody old castles
And certainly a famous dungeon
Wanna see it all?
Hop on hop on and off bus!
Do it without much fuss
Follow all of them colourful lines
And you’ll be just fine
With eyes wide open in the light of the day
Seeing more than perhaps hoping, now worries or dismay!
In the dimmed light of the evening
You are certainly dreaming
Of how much more
The next day has in store!
