Blue Moped Ride

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“Take a ride on the wild side, with a blue moped, then add on a huge smile” Gun Roswell

Blue Moped Ride

A slow ride on the minimalistic size blue motorbike
Turned out to be surprisingly the most interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat lazy derrière on its seat
But got on it with effort anyway, as I would never admit defeat

My knees, totally bent, almost to the very hilt
I am sitting here, on this, very very,,, well, world’s most smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies (who knows what else) in my face
Yes, truly this is, a most memorable stage

Riding along the slow and narrow streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am way too funny, much like a buffoon
Cannot say I am very much enjoying the scenery
As the most of my concentration is used to keep the tiny bike steady

But like all good (or bad) experiences, which do not last long, my ride has ended
And I am really so glad, that all this time to have wasted
At least, in learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on the other side of sanity 

(Myself included ;P)

Choose your own kind of ride

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“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your own kind of ride

Choose, a cool city bike, for a simple days fare
Stroll around the place, to check out the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will search and then glare

Once you get the taste of the big busy city
Soon you’ll start feeling, really, really giddy
And before you realise it, time has gone in a jiffy

But, still, wanting to see it all
Even, if you have to stay, until the longest time of fall
Now, here you sit and are wishing, time would stall

If on a moped or even on a big motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is really, no scare
Just remember to follow the safety rules, with utter care
And then, into the traffic, you’ll ride with flare

Oh, and don’t you worry, if all the people may stare
They’re just jealous, because of your fancy fare
Ride, ride, ride, the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so totally fast, that you’ll even have some time to spare

If you’re feeling, completely lazy
After a trip here, soon enough so hazy
Then hop on a yellow taxi cab
Moving, slow or very, very fast

Depending, on your chosen destination
There is no need, for any kind of explanation
Enjoy the sights, from the oh so comfy seat
There is even a calling device, when too much heat

Soon, the city tour has been taken
Without even one short leg shaken

Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)

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“The cool kids, in their rides, all around down town, they fly” Gun Roswell

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Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)

On this, totally futuristic moped
We are travelling, nowhere fast
The license, may already have been revoked
But we, are still having a complete blast

You can:

Mock us
Call us
Old folk
Elephant skins
What ever
You want

But:

We, still rule
We, just need
A little more fuel

And:

We still are very much so
Going, going, going,
And, gone!

Bye-bye!

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Cathedralesque

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“Take a good look around you, there are lots of great experiences in the mundane world”
Gun Roswell

Cathedralesque

Not exactly a church to pray in
Nor a place to take a seat in silence
As all the people passing by
Make noises, some low, some quite high
But the feel of the space
Is nothing short of admiration to lay
Upon modern architecture used every day
Even the mundane comes to live
If you let your imagination fly high

Hanging from the ceiling or a trick?
The simple every day things hung up, quite slick!
The colourful bottles used for liquids consumed
At work, on the run or even with great food
The feeling of an artwork in a cathedral or a museum
Never fails to loose interest in something so awesome
The perception of the high in the room
Will make any onlooker soon to swoon
Here is where the mundane comes alive
And for me, myself and I, that is simply divine!

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

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“Take a short ride, up and down the slide, also known, as an escalator” Gun Roswell

Up, up, up and then down, the Escalator

What is your choice, when you want to go up?
When the walking makes internal noises, and you end up with a huge huff?
Even when the legs won’t carry you all the way down
What can you do, but really put on a frown?

Is there a simple answer to this constantly nagging everyday dilemma?
OK, so this problem might not be high up there, as it ain’t so stellar
But what if you had a set of stairs
Where you could easily “walk” up and down, and even in pairs?

The answer may be quite easy and simple to implement
For, all you need to do is make a call post haste
To the local technically inclined stairway maker
And get for yourself one of them cool and fancy escalators

Simplicity

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“There is nothing wrong with being simple, living simple and expecting only simple things to happen” Gun Roswell

Simplicity

Reflected, on to the side wall
A simple, darkened, shadow so tall
The black figure really contrasted
As against to wall, it is plastered
When the afternoon light, ever so bright
Shines upon the statuesque tree, quite tight
And so is, the simple tall tree
For everyone’s eyes to really see
The beauty of it now visible
When before it seemed so neglectable
Definitely, quite photogenic now
As it came to life in this moment somehow
The simple tree of a trunk
Now has everyone on watching on the ground
Until such time the sun will go down
And the tall willowy, simple tree
Into the darkness of the night will flee

Seat in Monochrome

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“A seating in black and white, like from an old move set!” Gun Roswell

Seat in Monochrome

When you are all dressed up nice
And smelling like flowers and spice
Would it not be prudent to take a seat
Some place nice and totally upbeat

Strolling down the busiest of streets
The eyes spy something unique
A cafe with tables so quaint
Reminding of yesteryear, even the paint

Making waves as toward the cafe I sway
Soon enough, at a table I am on display
Like a picture prefect setting from a film noir
Hey, don’t mock it, until you yourself try!

The black cat, who sat

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“So, the cat is black, and ain’t taking no slack, it’s good is all!” Gun Roswell

The black cat, who sat

The blackest of cats
Quit prettily sat
On the street so flat

“Move along you darn black cat!”
A passerby evilly spat
And did not even shake his hat

But the pretty black cat
Just continued without a fret
Watching, observing life on the stat

After all, she was not from here
But from another sphere
Far, far, far away behind the atmosphere
Sent to watch us
Us small humans with all that fuss
And then, without much
The pretty black cat
Vanished, just, like that!

Umbrella Weather

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“When it rains, stay under the umbrella, when it shines, get yourself a parasol” Gun Roswell

Umbrella Weather

When the rain comes down a pouring
Despite to the weather gods imploring
For some sunshine or at least a break
In the monsoon type of a state
The morning had started already
And no ending was seen ahead
The only option without being soaked
To bring a hefty and large umbrella on board

But then the clouds started breaking
Yeah, there is nothing like nature faking
The blue of the skies soon peeking
And the clouds of greys aside fleeting
A smile emerging on several of a face
Yeah, just because it puts you in that kind of state
Then, soon enough the umbrella will be changed
To a frilly and colourful parasol, out of this place!

The Secret Island Getaway

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“The secret cottage on an island, yes, my land, definitely (in my dreams at least!)” Gun Roswell

The Secret Island Getaway

When the world gets to much
And you are filled with such and such
You want to get away from it all
To a place hidden and very small
It may not look much
Alas, it was intended as such
A truly hidden place
Where time almost still stays
A getaway for only one
That is, maybe for some fun
There could be another added
But just for now at least
That place exist myself to please
And brains are left at the door
As soon as I stepped inside
And my foot falls on the floor
This is the secret of secrets
And there are never any regrets
Of coming here
Even if it is so very near
The hidden place in the shadows glum
Where only me and myself dare to slum
And if the sun would choose to shine
That is also very fine
This place of hidden is not defined
By weather, mood, even smiles