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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
“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
“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 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!
“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 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
“So much going on in the night sky” Gun Roswell
Night lights
A moon presented itself above the dim light street
It was only a crescent shape but still bright enough to see
All the potholes and bumps of the road ahead
When making a way towards the current homestead
When nearing the crossroads
I spotted an ugly looking toad
Large and loud it was making all kinds of sounds
But as it got closer I realised it got even grosser
Turned out, it was a vehicle of some type
A street bug of sorts, supposedly for the sports
It’s headlights so bright I almost got a fright
But managed to duck into cover, as I watched it away hover
Then all hell broke lose as several streams of light the night skies fumed
A ufo or some kind of search light it was
Making those surround me to really fuss
An invasion of a third kind?
That’s all right, suites me just fine!
“Never enough coffee” Gun Roswell
Coffee always in double
With a big size cup as this It’s really hard to miss
The caffeine addict within me
Coffee, on the double
Coffee, please make it double
Coffee, cup size, better have it double
As the healing liquid I get in front of me
Life always looks so much better I believe
And the i drink my coffee until late eve
Coffee, never enough
Coffee, never too much
Coffee, thank goodness for such
Coffee, a most precious gift
Coffee, how you always up me lift
Coffee, nuff said, peace!
“Those shady greys are everywhere” Gun Roswell
Black and white with some grey
The sky so gorgeous over my head
I cannot tear my sore eyes away
Despite this monochromatic view
I choose to stand here’s and drool
Painted images with black and white
Make a beautiful tableau of the skies
Lurking greys are in the shadows
But only for the effect as the wind blows
Even without colour the picture is so vivid
With my camera going quite livid
Palm trees and cloudy sun filled skies
This is the place where the true beauty lies
“Beach, finally here!” Gun Roswell
Walk on the rocky pier
Take a short walk along the long pier
Dip your toes into the water when you get there
Feel the summer breeze on your burning skin
Let the holiday feeling finally sink in
Stay a while at the very end of the pier
Let the sunny rays wash away any fears
Of letting go of the mundane And embrace the upon coming fun day
Take a slow walk back to the beach
Then turn to look at the glimmering sea
Just remember you can always return
Until it’s time for the leisure time to adjourn
Rantings Of A Third Kind 