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“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
“A pile of something” Gun Roswell
Rocky (Haiku)
Stones in a neat pile
Man made object or work of art
Only nature is that smart
“Fascinating, fantastic, surprising, odd but in a good way?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A land filled with rocks and lava
Taking it easy with a cup of java
Especially since it’s as hot as a sauna
But still, this is almost complete nirvana
“It’s just so dark and dreary, the sand of the beaches?” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
A road trip to a nearby village
If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage
A quaint little place
A while everyone stays
But later it’s time to set sail
And back to the resort trail
“Vamos a la playa! Or so the locals keep telling me” Gun Roswell
An island on a volcano
Into the harbour and down to the beach
Plenty of scenery if that’s what you seek
Blue skies, sunshine and warm weather
How could the holidays get any better?
“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
Shadows and seats
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
