Windows to open

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“So many windows, but no doors!” Gun Roswell

Windows to open

A window, facing, the open sea

Allowing, a whole new world, to be seen

Do not try, from the life, outside, to hide

Open the window, and let the breeze inside

Enjoy the sounds and smells

Even the sunlight and thundery rain

Follow the birds, and their play

Soon, from the window sill, you’ll never leave again

Colourful it may be, from the outside

But what is hiding inside, may not be, so divine

Darkness and shadows, lurking in every corner

Huddling figures, afraid, alone, nothing normal

Open the window, let in the thundering storm

It may be followed, by a few drops of rain to fall

Sunshine surely to follow, shining light into the hollow

Take a peak, outside, you’ll realise, there is no need to hide

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (2)

The colourful door beckoned

To knock on the handle I reckoned

Since no one else was about

I gently and with a curious mind

Dared, to step inside

Peeking through the cracks of light

Filtered, in the window’s blinds

I could see, there was no one there

So decided, I could freely stare

Inside the living of someone else’s house

It wasn’t as if I was going to rob the place

No, just curious, about the case

Watching, observing, how others fare

It wasn’t as if this intrusion was based on a dare

And then, I just stood there

Glaring, glancing, turning around

In this one spot in the middle of the floor I found

I won’t be touching anything in here

Just looking around, picturing them there

The people living in this small space

When the curiosity is finally satisfied

Back out the door I venture of the side

Of the house I had been wounding for a time

Each time passing it in the street by

So, now I know and that is all

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

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“Peek through the cracks, if no one attacks, then you are safe to enter, through either the window or the door, because you just scored!“ Gun Roswell

Windows, doors, what do you score? (1)

An open door, or even, a totally low hanging window

Certainly, an open invitation to explore, what secrets lie behind them all

And, ass there really is no time, like this given time of present

Simply, do step through, even if you might feel, a little hesitant

Although, you may want to be really careful, as to where you thread

As not all the open windows and doors, are free without regret

You may stumble upon, something, you are not completely prepared for

An unfriendly, or hostile environment or maybe even, a black hole

But, what is this life, without at least some sort of an adventure

So, remember, this one guideline, as you into the unknown venture

When a door or window is opened up, as an invitation to enter inside

The other doors and windows may be closed, with something to hide

If still, you are the one true dare devil though, and want to really know

What possible forbidden secrets, may be lying behind them all

Then forget all the before given advice. Heck! Who the hell am really I

To tell anyone else what to look for, behind all them, windows and doors!

Wing side, high above the clouds

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“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell

Wing side, high above the clouds

Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Yellow ride

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“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell

Yellow ride

The yellow ride

On the road side

A motorised bike

Something to like 

Yellow in colour

Certainly not the duller

Rent it for an hour

With only one dollar

Ride it with gusto

Is an absolute must

Down the hillside

It easily slides

Up the street

In a rhythmic beat

Go as fast as you can

Without caring a damn

When the hour

Is finally over

You still feel the power

Of the little scooter

That could

The Waters Edge

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“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell

The Waters Edge

The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear

Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull

That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill

Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas 

Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels

And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay

Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies

You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay 

In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day 

The Ugly Hat (Haiku)

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“A hat, in the colours of a rainbow” Gun Roswell

The Ugly Hat (Haiku)

Hat so ugly, you smile

Colours too bright, mother, got the fright

Only ware if you dare

The sunset and the beach

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“The cliche of the sunset? Well, it just gets me every time. I simply love it!” Gun Roswell 

The sunset and the beach

Hanging on the sandy beach late in the eve, watching as the last rays are trying to reach each and every surface. Reflections on the glass blurring, the last rays of the brightly lit sun fading as the darkness is slowly but gently taking over the light of day. But for a moment they will still stay, frozen in mid air and everywhere, painting the skies in all the colours, then ending in bright red, before the time of returning once again, to their respective beds. 

One final glance, one final chance to catch the gorgeous display before it has gone, disbursed into the fading glow leaving the night to take over. But there is no worries for the onlooker however, as a guaranteed scene of similar magnitude will return again after this night and the next day is over, a new spectacle will be there and give that same sensation the observers do yearn, a gift from Mother Nature, for all of us worshippers of her great skills coming out to play and throwing a sunset party each and every day again and again.

So thank you and see you, later!

Moped

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“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell

Moped!

I am a biped

Driving my moped

On the street side

Nobody can stop me

Watch me ride

I am driving very far

Watching out for cars

Don’t want any scars

My moped and I

This trip is just fine

Me and my moped

We are together roped

Will not let

Anyone else

Ride on my tiny bike

Some say scooter

I say looser

This is a motor vehicle

Two wheels

Hoping, no on will steel

Having fun

Until day is done

Bike to shed

I go to bed

Until the next day has set

to travel

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“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell

to travel

ah, to travel and see the world

land, where ever you’re hurled

into a soft comfy bed get curled

find out all the gems and pearls

it’s almost, 

like living in a dreamworld