Sunsets

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“Sunsets, nature’s most beautiful paintings” Gun Roswell

Sunsets

Summer memories from a distant land
Holding, treasuring, in my hand
Remembering all the times spent
By the seashore, looking for something heavens sent


Keeping a close eye
Trying something to spy
A spectacle of enormous proportions
Which this darkening night brightens
The sunset most magnificent
Viewed by present day onlookers just like the ancients
Nature art spread across the night skies
There within, the truth of life lies

Narrow lane

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“All kinds of people passing in the narrow lanes” Gun Roswell

Narrow lane

People passing each other quickly
In the narrow lanes of the big city
No howdys nor hellos exchanged
In this buzzing everyday human maze

Trying to get away as soon as possible
Avoiding all the traps and obstacles
No talking, no chatting, no singing
Not even one single hip is swinging

This tight passage way a true test
On how to get out in a way best
Not getting stuck with anyone else
Not for one second, which would be hell

Nothing sticks to these wanderers
Not even a fellow time squanderers
Destined to roam the long lanes alone
Always and forever, being one, solo

Crowd Control

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“Where there is a crowd, there is no control” Gun Roswell

Crowd Control

Pedestrians flocking on the busy streets
Trying hard not to trample each others feet
Crowding tightly into the smallest corner
None of them caring about any personal boarder

Pushing and shoving against each other
As over the traffic lights together they hover
There is no control over any actions
Just a lot of negative reactions

The crowd now growing larger and stronger
Soon there is no room between them any longer
Just one massive blob of humanity
Rolling down, in the busy streets, for all eternity

Shadow People

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“Looking, ogling, watching, snapping selfies, people they’ll be!” Gun Roswell

Shadow People

Lurking in the darkness
Jumping out, making a mess
Those shadowy figures
Posing until rigor
Looks quite painful
Some quite dull

Before you even get to shout
They’re always on the look out
For that very best spot
Of yet another photo-op,
Where every they pop
No one can them ever stop

They are the selfie snappers
Always leaving an image after
The world wide web full
Counting from infinity to null
They are every where
Better not stop and directly stare

A different kind of race
Simply going at their own pace
Revolving around their centre
Is the world and time were
A duck face is the norm
And each picture is reformed

Do not get in the way
Or into a photo you may
End up inadvertently
Even quite accidentaly
And before you know it
You end up getting hits

Over there, in the world wide web
On this tiny blue sphere!

Porvoo for WWW

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“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho

Porvoo

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo

Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling

Choose your ride

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“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your ride

Choose a city bike on a days fare
Stroll around the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will glare
Once you get the taste of the city
Soon you’ll start feeling real giddy
And time is gone in a jiffy
But wanting to see it all
Even if you have to stay until fall
Now you’re wishing time would stall

If on a moped or motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is no scare
Just follow the safety rules with care
And into the traffic you’ll ride with flare
Oh don’t you worry if people may stare
They’re just jealous of your fancy fare
Ride the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so fast, that you’ll even have time to spare

If you’re feeling lazy
After a trip here so hazy
Then hop on a taxi cab
Moving slow or fast
Depending on your destination
There is no need for an explanation
Enjoy the sights from a comfy seat
There is even a cooler when too much heat
Soon, the city tour taken
Without even one leg shaken!

Coming or going?

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“Heavy traffic on the tarmac” Gun Roswell

Coming or going?

Which way are we driving?
Are we coming or going or simply
Staying put in this place?

Seems no matter which way
The steering wheel is turned the vehicle
Only goes the opposite way

What are the options then
Run around in circles forever and ever
Or try to figure out

How to shift the gears
Take a step back and then try
To slowly move forward again

Uphill battle

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“First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell

Uphill battle

Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall

Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop

Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about

 

They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there

Mama’s bar

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“Fine dining today” Gun Roswell

Mama’s bar

Entering Mama’s bar with mouth
Ajar, drool running freely from the corners
As the smells assault each

And every sense I have
Anticipating the taste of servings so plenty
I am silently thanking the

One who into this wonderful
Sent me, knowing what my tastes would
Be as far as food

Would be concerned and knowing
How much I love the local cuisine
Today, I will certainly feast!

Tallinn, Estonia I continued

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“We travel, some of us forever,
to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” –
Anais Nin

Tallinn, Estonia 

6-a

Narrow alleyways
And painted windows
The old town is full of
Perfect hideaways

6-b

 

8-a

A church from the past
Should be quite the blast
It was built to last
Alas
It may be run down
But hey, this is the old town!

8-b

 

10-b

Driving a Lada-car
Will probably not get you very far
But most likely
To the nearest bar
Where you are always, the star!

10-a