Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Blue way, in to the
Ocean waves, an arch way, a portal
To other lands, other places
Walk through it, walk on
The water’s surface, feel the cool blue
Under your feet, that tingling
Sensation, when embarking in to
The great unknown adventure, in to the
Past and into the future
Posted in Seat Sunday
“Sunshine, seashore and a warm seat” Gun Roswell
Seat at the Seashore
A sunny day
Better not. indoors stay
Haul your derrière
To a better frontier
A beach, quiet and calm
The sunshine, like balm
Rest for a while
It is time to redial
Breath from the belly
Try not to be such a tight-ass nelly
Force, a smile
Forget the vile
Let the nature heal
For this moment you steal
And maybe
You get the ability
To load you mind and soul
Get a fill to the upper bowl
When sitting still
On the seat by the seashore
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Plastered on the wall!
A hidden message among all
These pages to be found, if you
Look carefully, then maybe, just
Maybe you are able to
Spot the few words written long ago
A formula for a cure?
The answer to it all?
Just stare at the wall long enough
And you to will see
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Here’s looking at you, kid!
The shoes reflected in the
Mirror in a tiny box, a car of
Sorts, a lift in another
Place, a random encounter of
One self, since there was no were
Else to hide, the why
Not snap some pix of
The shiny pink shoes, staring at each
Other in the shiny mirror
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Do not enter!
The red colour should be
The indication of something different happening here
Maybe a painted round plague
Would be the final clue
“Do not enter, this is not for
You to be inside, nothing
Here to see for you”
Just follow the instructions and you cannot
Go a miss, on this
Street at least!
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Bottled goods
Don’t let the colourful exterior
Fool you, it is the interior which
Counts,especially for bottled goods
Take one down, pass the
Bottle around, fill all the waiting glasses
Then do a round of
Cheers! And sooner than you
Know, there will be nothing but leers
All around you, bottoms up!
Posted in Anecdotes
“As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer” Robert Quillen
Anecdote Time!
Never judge a book by its cover. A paperback can be just as entertaining as hardcover.
If you want to dwell in the past, buy yourself a time machine.
You have to learn how to walk before you can run. I found out that the hard way after my hip-surgery.
Looking into a mirror is like… Well, you obviously need to take a selfie!
Time, time, precious time, where have you gone? Don’t tell me, you lost your watch again?
In my youth, the grass was always greener, food tasted better and life was much happier… Then we woke up and put the dog out to pee.
Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes… Be damned sure they are the same size as your own ones!
Today, I woke up, the day was stormy, the skies were gray, my mind felt dull... Well, you can’t always expect to be in the tropics, now can you Dearie?
Don’t do as I do, do as I say! Apparently, you can get away with murder?
People who are smart, beautiful and talented… Really piss me off!
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
The moon dashed across the
Red skies, peaking through the painted clouds
But alas, it had no
Time for shrouds, as it
Wanted to be out loud and proud
Shining through its dark side
It really had nothing to
Hide, not now not ever, even the astronauts
Had made their mark forever
Happily shining through the darkness
Laughing at those who dared to bark
No less but it too
Was open to all different
Types, as it had to hide its
Darker side for an eternity
Visible
Posted in Seat Sunday
“It’s been a hard days night” Gun Roswell
Workaday Seat
When the day at the office
Gets to the point, you could care less
The coffee cold and bitter
And you just want to escape the litter
Then suddenly in the corner of your eye
A perfect respite you spy
Just when you thought you were about to burn
The daily grind takes a better turn
Quickly, making your way
And laying your claim
On the armchair most comfortable
And it even has its own table!
Who said it was all but hard labour?
Now, be a dear and do me a favour
Run downstairs to the cafe
And get me a fresh pot of coffee?
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
A slow eve in suburbia
The streets filled with peace as the
Day is ending and inhabitants
Are landing to their dwellings
After day so long, the feeling of
Strong almost gone and the
Time to lay down your
Hair is upon, just look outside, peep
Through the windows and doors
Let nature play this score
And your mind to rest restore before
Laying your head onto bed
Tonight
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