Vessels of all kinds to travel across the Waters

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“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell


A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings

The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette

When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:

Ship Ahoy!

Take a seat!

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“When on a long or short haul, sometimes, all you need is a place to rest for a moment, or few (preferably with a beverage)” Gun Roswell


Seats available at the station
Surprise!
Waiting for the bus for a trip
A vacation before next Monday?
Or so it seems
It’s either that or a bust!

Only in my imagination, does exist the most perfect vacation

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“These days, virtual travel either on the internet or thought the memories of the mind and photographs, can we travel” Gun Roswell

The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.

So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.

Flares

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“Sun and glassy buildings do not go together, there are flares up there!” Gun Roswell

Looking up into the skies
Narrowing my eyes
From the blinding glare
The sun’s bright flare
The warmth on my skin
And the feeling within
Nature’s awesome beauty
Makes me wanna boogie-woogie

By the Shores of the Sea

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“The sea beckons for the stray traveller to get on the waves, in a boat or then, swimming perhaps close to the shore” Gun Roswell

I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer

The Market Square

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“The busy and narrow streets of old town beckons for shopping and whatnot, it’s a warm summer’s day after all!” Gun Roswell


The hustle and bustle
The use of the rustle
All the customers
Lurking about this summer
The Market Square
The biggest fair
This side of town
The jewel of the crown
Bursting with life
Peacefully, without a strife
Roaming the stands
Even if not a fan
You may enjoy the ambiance
So come on down and take chance

A sandy beach with lots of water and sand in sight!

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“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell

The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep

I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel

Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!

So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love

Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be

Open the Stargate!

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“That looks like a gateway to the past” Gun Roswell

The gateway on to the
Beach appeared, out of nowhere, in a
Flash of light, it was

Standing there, where nothing before
It existed. Now it is open wide
For anyone to enter, if you

Really dare, then take a
Leap and jump back in time into
The past of all time

Just remember, you may not
Get back, but that is a risk
Well worth taking, so stop

Your shaking and take the
Step, one small step for mankind and
Who knows what you’ll find

Calm is the Red Sunrise

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“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell


I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them

I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull

This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks

“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear

Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems

Scenic Scenes from Dawn till Dusk and all around

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“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell


The days of sunny and warm
Spent around the old ruins just after dawn
Much to see and plenty to do
Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon

But for the enthusiastic traveller 
There is really nothing to complain rather
Enjoying the new vistas and the history
Of this place with plenty of stories

And, if you are planning to stay awake
Until the late of the event filled day 
Make sure to make your way to the beach
Or basically any open area seat

As the spectacle of the evening 
Is at that time about to begin
The sun setting over the open waters
There is really nothing to compare!

So keep on travelling, to strange new places
If only in your mind or in a virtual space
There is nothing more eye opening 
When out of your comfort zone staying