“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
All in the Details
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Life’s a Beach
“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…
Black hog (Haiku)
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
Bike Ride
“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away
Blue, Green and Yellow
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
Blue, Green and Yellow
When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget
Eternal
“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell
Eternal
The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek
Blue bug
“Driving, in retro style” Gun Roswell
Blue bug
In the street corner
A blue lonely bug
Just wanted a hug
Or a driver to take
On a road trip near a lake
Painted in blues
In all shades and hues
She matched the skies
But were her expectations too high
For where could she find
That one person so kind
Now all she could do is cry
A little while later
When all hope was almost lost
A tiny girl in pig tails
Turned up and stopped
She asked the tiny car,
Clearly very scared
“Why so sad
The sun is shining clouds are blue
Just like you
Shouldn’t you be glad?”
The bug answered:
“I am old
It makes me cold
Not fashionable
Nor lovable
Cannot find one soul
Who would drive me
To the lake or sea”
The little girl felt bad
Then had an idea and laughed:
“Have no fear
I’ll drive you my dear
Alone no more
Neither sore”
She then hopped into the bug
Luckily she was small because the bug was quite snug
Driving together to the sunset
Never each other going to let
Blue and the Seat
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Seat
As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
Beach ward bound on a sunny day
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
Beach ward bound on a sunny day
When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”
Beach ward bound on a sunny day
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
Beach ward bound on a sunny day
When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”
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