Reaching for the Stars

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“Ever higher, even up to the stars and beyond, I am gone!” Gun Roswell

Reaching for the Stars

I am on my tippy toes
In this constant state of woes
I am reaching as far as I can
Not caring where I land
My fingers pointed towards the skies
Even as far as the crows fly
But I have to reach even farther
Just beyond and then barter
My way on a star ship headed
For the stars and even beyond
There is no limit when I will be gone
Trying so hard to reach
Just over, each and every single breach
Hoping not to stumble
Trying to be so humble
And then finally I am there
Floating, in mid air!

A Trip to Paris (five)

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“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell

A Trip to Paris

The Arc de Triomphe
Certainly got that oomph
In the midst of Place de l’Etoile
Still standing strong and tall
The archaic Goliath
The biggest of the giants
For us tiny mortals to see
We have come to worship thee

A Trip to Paris (four)

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“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell

A Trip to Paris

Oh, ye old Eiffel Tower
Yes, you got all the power
Standing by the Seine, looking at you for hours

You are this town’s prettiest flower
In your eternal light us will you shower
Looking at you, we’re never sour

Boating Friday

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“When Friday arrives, we’ll get on with the jives and then out there, on a boat fly” Gun Roswell

Boating Friday

When the waters are us beckoning
With their crystal clears and totally blues
There is no point in resisting
Just put on some casuals and also the mood
It’s the end of the working week for some
And that always means, a lot of Friday fun
As in to the harbour’s hustle and bustle
We are steering ourselves with working muscles
Soon the boats are filled with passengers
All of us, who are here for the adventures
Well, at least for a day or two
Because usually it happens, really soon
That Monday is at the doorstep awaiting
And for us that means no second, no hesitating
Alas, let’s enjoy the forty-eight hours or so
Before back to the dread we must go

A Trip to Paris (three)

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“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell

A Trip to Paris

Take a ride around the town
Many a choices for a vehicle can be found
A bike ride safe and most simple
But with a hot car, your face may get more dimples
Down under, there are many a wonder
When riding the public transit, in a metro most fancy
Or maybe you prefer a blast from the past
In a pink car oh so very fast

A Trip to Paris (two)

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“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell

A Trip to Paris

Odds and ends in this city you will find
People, objects, art and places to unwind
Although, my trip very short and well timed

I will try to see it all and keep it in my mind
With my camera ready and aligned
Now it’s just a matter to step into the grind

 

A Trip to Paris (one)

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“When in Paris, the good times cherish”
Gun Roswell

A Trip to Paris

Oh Paris, Paris
I want to look at thee
With everything, I see
I don’t ever want this place to flee
For, to all the places I have the key
And now, I am feeling happy and fancy free
Oh Paris, Paris
The everlasting city

Red Roses for Mundane Monday

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“Almost every Monday I have a charity thing. I like that. I do” Yogi Berra

Red Roses

Roses are oh so very red
Violets can be the darkest of blues
But then again, so am I, so very divide
So try not so hard to mind
As this poem, is completely, out of any kind of rhyme

Old Town Respite

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“Because it is a seat”

Old Town Respite

Sit down, slowly
Have a rest, boldly
In the old town, it’s the best
No need, for any kind of stress

After all, it’s Sunday, the time for less

Caturday on Kos Island

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“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

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Caturday on Kos Island

“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”

“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”

“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”

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