Bike Ride Day, Everyday

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“Ride on a Sunday, ride on any day, just jump on your bike and ride away!” Gun Roswell

Bike Ride Day, Everyday

It doesn’t matter what time of the year
There is no weather bad enough to fear
When your trusted bike beckons for a ride
That is the time for you to hop on and smile

Ride, ride, ride, until such time you are tired
Ride to the store or the nearest seashore
Ride until there is no more feeling of bore
Ride, along the ends, ride along the time

And when you are done riding
Hang up your bike high up on the wall
Because you, are done hiding

Phone Home, or ?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, we get taken over by what is immediately in front of us and we don’t see beyond that” Benedict Cumberbatch

phone-home

Phone Home, or ?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

Cafe side seat

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“Seat at a cafe, there is so much to see, just down and start watching” Gun Roswell

Cafe side seat

Whether the weather allows
Take a seat, please, sit down
The cafe is just snug enough
For the two of us
Order something long lasting to drink
A coffee, and maybe even a doughnut to sink
Into the drink and then your mouth
And after the hardy snack
It is time to start on the people scout
Without prejudice, carefully watch
Each and everyone as they hop and scotch
Pass you by, like they were on the fly
Notice the details, the quirks
And then, dig deeper with your search
Each and everyone more unique
Never mind the looks or physics
They are all a work of art
To be realized sooner or later with a bark
The humans and animals of this place
Make up what we call some kind of race
But on this Sunday in this seat
For me, myself, observing them is totally neat

Cat in black and white

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“The cat’s come in all colours, even black and white!” Gun Roswell

Cat in black and white

The cat in white
With tiny black stripes
Sat perfectly still
And watched the passers by
It had no rush to leave
As it was waiting for the eve
When all the fishing boats
Would finally sail back to shore
And then to get her reward
After watching the spot
For all day long
Where the boats would dock
And that was her job
After all
She was a cat
With in white and black

Life, Island Style

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“No one, is an island, they say, but I would sure want to be alone, on an island!” Gun Roswell

Life, Island Style

When life on the shores gets too much
Since all you want to do is huff
Nothing soothes you,
Not even your favourite stuff
You simply want to get out of touch
Even the seas all might and rough
Will not deter your solution of love
Love of the life on the Island

When the days are still long
You need to stay so strong
The only thing keeping you going
Are the thoughts and images slowing
Down the pressure always growing
But then you remember again
The love of the life of the Island

Once you get there
Out in the open square
The sea and salty air
Bringing you out of all that despair
Because this, is simply the place
Where you and the seagulls stay
Here, is the love, and, the Island
And this, this is my land

Architecture in Monochrome

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“Tall and statuesque, the building made of glass and steel, the skies pierce with shear will”
Gun Roswell

Architecture in Monochrome

The greater beauty of the tall high rise
Is when something from the corner of an eye spies
The reflections from the higher skies
The mere stunning light of the sun shine

The colours may have faded
Into a few black and white shades
Some would even call it grey
But the impact remains the same

The tall buildings built in the present
Having the most of the times essence
Looking up in awe in feeble human existence
Standing before us all, without pretense

The modern marvels in monochromatic view
Never disappointing, never leaving in blues
Piercing the skies, this tall high rise
It has a face and a photogenic smile

Seated, while travelling

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“Seat by the busy street or seat, by the seashore, who, could ask for more?” Gun Roswell

Seated, while travelling

Running around, in a small town
Too busy to see, and everywhere to be
Never time to stop, to really take a load off
But the exhaustion eventually catches on
And there is no more ways of staying strong
Then it’s time, and what’s about to happen ain’t no crime


Pick a seat, any of them looks really neat
Just at the local cafe close to the water’s edge
This is the place to a respite pledge
Order some juice or coffee maybe sample the local toffee
Feel the energy returning, the tired gears again churning
Soon to the streets you may want to seek
Just remember, to sometimes, take a load off on a seat

Black, is the cat

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“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell

Black, is the cat

A black cat sat
In the middle of the street in ease
She did not move an inch
Not even in a tight pinch
Passers by needed to slide
This cat sitting so wide

Proud face and nose up
Nothing would her mood stop
Gazing at the skies as far as the crow would fly
The black cat’s attitude was snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so glossy
She was the owner, the queen of this street

Perception

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“Up or down, sideways and around, which ever may you may choose, do not let the perception fool you” Gun Roswell

Perception

The stairway to another floor
Or maybe, just possibly, another world
Maybe even a realm of magic
It’s really up to you, so take your pick
Do not let the looks of the thing fool you
You may go which ever direction you choose to
There is no right or wrong choice
So, better, for once, listen to that inner voice
Shut down all the other hassling noise
And then, take one step at first
Before you continue, yeah, well, there is thirst
Or maybe it is hunger, which keeps you on your toes
Only this time, forget the troubles and existing woes
It is that time, the time for an adventure
And getting to where every you may get a pleasure
Chuck out all the pre-made plans
And for once in your life, make your stance
Step to the second stair
Then let the guiding light flare
You have now started on the journey
And coming back? Well, there really is no hurry

Two of the Same equals Duo

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“There is two of us, who look so much a like, almost, like we are a duo of some kind” Gun Roswell

Two of the Same equals Duo

If we look so much alike
And most of the same things we do like
Having the same taste in food, drink or clothing
Even the same tunes we do sing
Then aren’t we a pair?
A sort of a duo when we share?
A couple of the same
Not original as one but who’s to blame
If the two of us make a whole
Since we are form the same mold
We, are always together
No matter the time of weather
Twins, but of a different mother
Because we get each other
Nothing separates or divides
And only together, do we feel fine
We do the two step
Never alone the other let
Singing, dancing, sometimes prancing
Even if we are nothing to fancy
Just the two of us
On the roadside, or in the bus
Riding a tandem bike
And even if we sometimes fight
The invisible tether
Will always pull us together
So, all you singles and groups of threes, move over:
Just because, one plus one does equals a duo