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“There is just something about travel, around the globe and guess in the future, space?” Gun Roswell
World Wide We Ride
Against the mundane grind
Do I daily fight
My Disappointment, trying hard to hide
When dull takes over there for the while
Cooking up, some kind of evil guile
To get on my face, a more permanent smile
But, before that time
I can only enjoy my precious archives
For only in my mind
Do I travel, world wide
“It’s a cliche, I know” Gun Roswell
Picturesque
Unique, incomplete
Something, perhaps very cheap
A picturesque vision
Drawn, with precision
Luring anyone to stares
Up the mountain hike as a dare
There may be he danger of falling
But, nature is calling, so quit stalling
“Hiding from the sun, can be so much fun” Gun Roswell
Hiding under the shade
Outside, is the scorching sun
Staying, under, the shade, is so much more fun
You may think, it’s just a pun
But the truth been told, you get so much more done
In the shade, you don’t really need to complain
Hot or not, you won’t get burnt, the sun is blocked, without concern
Weather, is always great, even, if you arrive late
The cooling breeze, will keep you at ease, just watch out, not to freeze
Fun, under the shade, for those, who hesitate
Stepping into the scorching sun, you may get done
Red like a cooked prawn, laying in the front lawn
Stay, inside the shade, it’s better, than to hesitate
“Best bet to take a seat, is in the shadow” Gun Roswell
Seated in the shadows
The midday sun, came out for some fun
But unintended, most likely was the burn undefended
As all the dwellers, needed to be reseated
So, what to do, as the options where so few
Several ideas then into the common sir flew
And after a moment of thought, they all knew what to do
A hustle and bustle then started all over the place
Because who would be fool enough for too long in the sun stay
Moving furniture around leaving oh so many stains
But as the deed was finally done
It was time for all hard working people to sit down
And enjoy their day, only this time, sitting in the cool shade
“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell
Red Bikes 2
Old and busted
New and shiny
Two choices
With their own voices
Which do you want
To take as your ride
On the road fly
Or at least try
It’s not so easy
With bikes as tiny
But try you may
On the road stay
For a time minimum
Until sore is your bum
Then take a rest
You’ve earned it
With the best
“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell
Red Bikes 1
A scooter
Going harder
Well,
As fast as it can
It has a limited span
The motor
Quite minimal
You can count,
The two decimals
But it doesn’t matter
Because the nature
And the colour
Of this tiny ride
Is as bright
You want to holler
Bright red
Painted with care
This ride
You really don’t
Want to share
“Seat in the side of the street, sitting totally sideways just to rest my tired feet, well it’s Sunday after all, so no fuss but to let the time stall” Gun Roswell
Seat on the side
The day long and sunny, some would say Sunday funny, but the warm weather so soon after a long while of cold and damp and grey, well, it got the better of this weary walker, on a simple Sunday stroll, taken just because, the weather was so nice and beckoning, thinking to be bold and so finally outside venturing, after all, these days, in the times of change, it was still a choice hard to be made, but not on this fined day, of a sunny and warm Sunday, but for a while, after taking the long tour instead and in a while, having a respite along side, was something totally needed and never mind, the passersby, looking at what the lazy one was doing, but not caring a single bit as there was no hurry to do more than just be and enjoy, the day of free, on this quiet and long day, and so, in place for a moment longer staying, before pushing on, showing everyone, this one was still strong after all.
“Come under my umbrella” Gun Roswell
Umbrella
Under the umbrella of mine
Life is good and feeling is fine
There is nothing so divine
When beside you to be lying
Under the umbrella of mine
Feeling safe and sound
From the world around
Nothing sad to be found
Under the umbrella of mine
We are living a life sublime
We have nothing but time
And faces filled with smiles
Under the umbrella of mine
Future is still uncertain
But together we are determine
Never to each other be hurting
“Arriving at the dead end” Gun Roswell
Dead end
Finally reaching the dreaded end
This will be the place I take my stand
Or then, it will be my own dead, at the end
Making my stance
My weapons drawn
No time to think or talk
The enemy’s approaching
The was no time for backing
Down, I had reached the impasse
Guns a blazing, I am moving in
Firing as fast as I can, no matter if the bullets land
I am in for the win, maybe this is a sin
Smoke and fire, how did I get into this dire
The only thing that matters now, is win or loose, and how
My weapon jams, my bullets are spent
All I see is smoke, but I am hell bent
Charging the opponent, I will not let
Anything rule my life, gotta get out of this strife
Fists punching, mouth biting
I am finally, doing all the fighting
When the smoke clears, I can see it very clear
A mirror in front of me
Staring, an image so familiar to me
My own face, busted
Staring back at me from the mirror rusted
A battle has been done, and it was certainly no fun
The only winner and looser
Am I
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