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!

Pink on a Window

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“Painted in a bright colour, nothing odd about it” Gun Roswell

Pink on a Window

Yesterdays reflected
From old discarded windows
An old shack
Once painted black
Now boasting, the colour pink
It’s an eye sore some say
But others, smile and
In front of it for a moment stay
It’s not useful anymore
Who knows what secrets
Within it are stored
But for now, the windows
And the doors
Remain locked of course
And maybe someday
You may find the key
Which unlocks them all

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

Hurry 

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“Sometimes, one needs to run instead of walking” Gun Roswell

Hurry 

Hurry, hurry, time is running out!

Running, running, like crazy about

Trying, trying, hard not to shout

But, loosing my mind? 

There is really no doubt

Hurry, hurry, hurry

Worry, worry, worry

Those are the trends of today

And they really, can drive you

Into so much dismay

What if I just say

I don’t want anymore to play

Hope it’s not too much trouble

But I just wish to stay in my own little bubble

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

Time flies 

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“Time flies no matter what” Gun Roswell 

Time flies 

Daylight savings what a joke to drop
No matter which way you turn the clock 

Running out of time will never stop 

Time keeps on flying no matter what
Whether you’re having fun or just stopped 
Crying a bucket it’s all in the same rut 

Just so yourself a favour and stop worrying about the flavour
Take a moment in time, maybe even try to smile 
As time is relative, only in some one else’s mind 

Night lights

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“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! 

Over cast 

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“Sun is shining no more” Gun Roswell 

Over cast 

It was so totally bright
The shiny object full of light
Now the clouds have taken over
Forming a four leaf clover
On top of the sun of shining
Completely it binding
Only a few rays remain
Struggling out of the frame
Some might say it’s exaggerating
That it’s only a slight over cast
But I reply they’re underestimating
As a bad storm front is about to blast
The skies open way too fast
And the, we’re all get drenched 
And no more sunshine will get
Through those clouds wedged
Over the bright ball of light
So best give up this fight 
And get the heck indeed

Over cast, my ass! 

Mirror world 

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“Mirror, mirror in the wormhole” Gun Roswell

Mirror world 

As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall 

The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected 

I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse 
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed 

It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer 
The image is slowly getting clearer 

When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison 
It’s all too different by definition 

But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing 

Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place 

I still carry myself with the same old face 

The lizard who died 

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“Sad little thing it was” Gun Roswell 

The lizard who died 

The lizard splashed into water
Guess it forgot it was no sea otter
Drowned into the crystal clear blue 
It gave a new meaning to ‘just do’ 

The kind man came and lifted the body
Of this creature who appeared so oddly 
Out of no where it came from
And into another place without torment 

Bon voyage and happy trails
To the lizard with a tall tail!