“The monuments of yesteryear… yep, they are still here! “ Gun Roswell
Monumentally so
The dark and mysterious silhouette, against the night sky Bold, pompous and really big, is the character flying high
Animals, people and even abstract figures were applied The parks, streets and even museums, filled with all sizes “Monumental!” someone in awe sighed “Extraordinaire!” an other one was all smiles “Such beauty!” from off the sides “I want one of them to buy!”
The art works from yesteryear, were really pleasing, on the eyes And the great point being, it was all for free, with zero cents for buying!
“A slow ride on the rails, on a bench, in a low riding long car, the hum of the electricity crackling, as the driver turns the tram towards the happenings, a joyride, has begun“ Gun Roswell
Step, on a Tram, it’s not a scam!
The long, long awaited adventure, was them waiting Alas, the now weary travellers, were still, hesitating To get on board or not to get on board, was the question And, whether to throw themselves, to the flow, with abandon As it was, the exploring visitors, already had their plate full
After, some painfully doubtful moments of waiting On the platform, with tickets in hand, debating Whether to skip this, reserved joyride, and go hide Because the new place they found, was open wide For exploration, and they were really, pressed with time
But, all of the doubt, was soon cast aside, at the first sight Of the old school vehicle, with headlights so bright Rolled coolly down the tracks, stopping, with a loud clank The cheerfully red painted car, looking it could not travel too far Alas, there was something irresistible, so why not hop on!
“All aboard!” The conductor loudly ordered, “Tickets please!” he then hollered “Go on, move along, There is no time to be wasted, for too long, We are taking off, at the bang of the bong!”
As all of the passengers, started boarding The best of the seats, some of them hoarding But there was room enough for all Small, fat, thin, odd, plain and yes, even tall And so, the ride finally begun, with all of them in awe
Gaping, mouths open, at the passing sights and scenery And one them even commented quite easily: “Clearly, This was the best decision ever made, Or at least, on this, very day!”
“What’s behind door number infinity? Secrets? Buried treasure? Bodies? Are you willing to find out?” Gun Roswell
Secret doorway
“Step right through, step right through” the bouncer shouted out loud “Nobody knows what secrets may loom, behind this cool blue door, Only a penny to enter, stay close to the center, For stepping aside, may cause you to go blind, But the the rewards at the end of the corridor awaits those, Who dare to venture, inside, the scary door!”
Surprisingly, there was a line just outside A long and a winding one at that, even of the fact Was, that there might not be anything precious Or even remotely reminiscent of a treasure Hidden or otherwise, which would explain causing a smile To those going through the scary door Alas, I was still one among them, feeling strongly That something worth while would turn up there, ever so wrongly
And, as I stepped inside, I heard the evil laughter Of the doorman, knowing I might have been drafted For something I would soon regret But, then again the option of turning back… Well, I had accepted the challenge So going forward, to balance The terror of a feeling, inside of me reeling And after the door closed behind me, it had begun
“There is nothing to riding a bike after a long time, just sit on it and peddle away, it’s just like riding a bike!” Gun Roswell
On neat city bikes on the city streets
Some of them, are totally colourful, some of them quite bland Most of them, are in such great shape, with many of gears grand Then again, one or few, are totally busted, the metal on them, through rusted But hey, that is just life, and if you get a lemon of a bike Don’t worry, and certainly, do not yet, go on a pedalling strike Because, there are always more of these, fancy two wheeled steeds Just around the very corner, and they do come, in with a very low fee So now, since after the hardest of the steps is done Which was, choosing the bike, for some glorious daily fun Now, you will be able to ride down, all of them busy city streets On that funky bike of the city, painted, oh so completely neat
“The traveller never gets sick of looking at the vistas of foreign lands, I definitely don’t and looking back at all the pictures taken, I revisit all those places“ Gun Roswell
Scenic from dawn till dusk
The days of sunny and warm Spent around the old ruins just after dawn Much to see and plenty to do Especially as the day is getting hotter after noon
But for the enthusiastic traveller There is really nothing to complain rather Enjoying the new vistas and the history Of this place with plenty of stories
And, if you are planning to stay awake Until the late of the event filled day Make sure to make your way to the beach Or basically any open area seat
As the spectacle of the evening Is at that time about to begin The sun setting over the open waters There is really nothing to compare!
So keep on travelling, to strange new places If only in your mind or in a virtual space There is nothing more eye opening When out of your comfort zone staying
“It’s so hot and bright, it’s way too sunny, and I am not waring my shades!” Gun Roswell
Under the burning sun
The burning sensations on the pale skin Some say, that being here, like this, is a sin Stripped down to the very basics A layer of thin cloth strapped around the slick Oiled up body now splayed for all to see On this sandy and none too secluded sea
Yes, it is again that time of the year When finally able to shed all that fear Of wearing nothing but a skimpy outfit Even if on a far away private beach But the shame of it all has been stalled As the sun beckons under its power to fall
No matter, if someone wants to run an tatter A tale of the odd ones out there, under the sphere Of the golden and oh so bright light Laying there, all days on end, their times spent In dull motionless moments, without moving The angry mockers their constant torment
But they do not care, of the long stares Because this is the time for nothing The nothing of the very moment spent Under the lazy sun, without talking Without thinking, simply laying, eating Drinking, the troubles away, because hey! It’s that time of the year!
“Sunday was supposed to be the fun day, but it turned out to be a slump day, meaning I was slouching in my chair all day” Gun Roswell
Sunday Blue
The day started just like any other day, with the alarm going off, much to my own dismay As even the sun was still asleep, and only stars to be seen, so, in bed still, had I intended certainly to be It was definitely way too early, for anything else but feeling surly, even if my stomach of hunger was churning So what was I to do, except maybe, the weather gods to sue, for not giving me the needed light, for my day to guide The only glimpse in this otherwise dull day, after checking the calendar, was that it was Sunday So there really was no hurry, not even one slight worry, I needed somewhere to scurry, real quick, in a state of blurry
But, as I was awake, then getting up the only option, and venturing into the kitchen to make some concoction To start this seemingly already doomed end of the week, certainly, there was nothing for this day to seek, than maybe some time to sleep Alas, this had not been the case, as I was now, somewhat fully awake, so from no on, I would just have to fake To have a good time and enjoying my so called day off leisurely fun, but then there was the pun As I was far too tired and annoyed to think of anything nice to do, so what happened next? You guessed it! I was totally and fully engulfed, in the all consuming Sunday Blue!
“Sunrise, painted all the fiery colours, across the visible horizon. As I watched and clearly could smell, the odours, of the burning skies“ Gun Roswell
From sunrise until sunset, I keep watching the sky
The darkest of nights, was slowly, but surely, loosing, the ongoing fight Against the all high and mighty rising sun, already set on conquering the skies Alas this battle, was never, ever fought, with conventional swords or knives But still, constantly present, eternally really, and certainly, a never ending plight
It wasn’t a bad thing though, for those of us, stuck here on the planets below The ever changing skies, where half of the time it was dark and half of it was light Helped us on the low, to plan our boring daily lives, divided, by amount of work and sleep And maybe, to add there a slight slice, of something a little bit of fun, in between
So each and ever single day, the sun, the moon, the stars, in the skies kept on their play For us mere mortals down here, to enjoy the spectacle each and every day over the skies on display And if we are to be lucky, the sun light will never fade away completely Just for the night time, when all of us need some time for sleeping
“The island in the middle of nowhere, turned out to have so much more to give, than just a deserted beach side view“ Gun Roswell
Monumental on an Island so Blue
The small airplane, slowly landed, onto a narrow strip As of this day, it is the start, of this one, and special trip It was not expected, nor was it, really ever planned But soon enough, the expedition will start, of this unknown land
A tiny island of a thing, was that a wish or a plea? What on earth, could there really be, to see? Jungle with buzzing insects, a small hut and no running water? That were the best guesses, for this, well eternal explorer
Still, the hopes were up in the air When entering on the promised fare As this was some much deserved time off From the daily huff and puff
But what then turned out to be Anything and everything dull and bleak Was an expedition, of profound proportions Something not soon to be forgetting
The island, was anything but lacking The options multiple with all amounts of trekking Views and vistas filling the eyes and mind There really was no other place like this kind
Monuments, art and history, and not forgetting the rest of it Architecture, animals and people, never anything simple Colour and nature, lush would be the most apt description All of it so plentiful, the cameras memory filling as did mine
What was supposedly a dull few days of relaxation Turned out to be so much more, on this little island Where the time on strong and fast wings flew On this, totally monumental even in the colour, of true blue
“The old song, day and night, comes to mind, when I look at the captures from my holiday past, yeah, that one too, did not long last, but alas, maybe next time, it will be much longer” Gun Roswell
Day and Night
Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life
Rantings Of A Third Kind 