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Posted in Haiku
“Today I am feeling so blue” Gun Roswell
Blue moon
The skies are blue as
Is the mind of a traveler, sitting
Wing side of a plane
Destination unknown, the dreamer looks
Outside the small window, the stars are
Dotting the pale night sky
What ever waits on the
Other side is just a guess, an
Adventure, but for now, content
To look at the soothing
Skies, before the sun rise, it all
Seems calm, before the storm
Posted in Seat Sunday
“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell
A seat in black and white
A hard wooden seat
Can be a real treat
When lost in a land
You really don’t understand
It may be uncomfortable
But still very affordable
Sitting free
In the bushes under a tree
Or by the ocean
Under the cooling breeze
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“Cats, the rulers of the world” Gun Roswell
Cat of Saturday
Sitting on a chair, this
Is my lair, I am the cat
In white hair, look at
Me now, and before me
Bow, I am the ruler of this
This seat and this street
Worship me, bring me food
And maybe if I feel like it
I will let you pet
Me, but not before its
Late, because I don’t want anyone seeing
Me being a pussy cat,
After all I have a
Reputation to maintain, and that cannot be
Stained by any hooman, ever
Posted in Haiku
“Where’s the honey?” Gun Roswell
Bee keeper
The bee has finally landed
Onto the deck, for some well deserved
Rest, but where’s the honey?
Posted in Haiku
“Invest in apples, they beat the crap out of doctors” Gun Roswell
Apple invested
I invested in a red apple
Eating it the very first day, then
I went and bought more
Now I have apple in
All formats imaginable, fresh, dried, sauce, jam
No, it’s really no scam
An apple a day, may
Keep some doctors away, but better than
That, they taste real great
Eat the nature’s divine gift
Eat it inside, outside or in the lift
You cannot go very wrong
Posted in Haiku
“Alone at last” Gun Roswell
Alone
The last of the colours
The last of its kind, remaining until
Gone forever since it’s time
It hang there for a
While, changing its colours with the seasons
Clinging on for dear life
In wind and rain and
Storms, even pouring snow falls but now
It is time to say goodbye
Posted in Haiku
“Let’s see what lies beyond the final frontier” Gun Roswell
Alien world
Stepping inside the image, of
An alien world, at least to me
The colour palette, like something
From a child’s colouring book
Leaving the real world behind, entering whit
An open mind, never looking
Back, there is no return
Once the door closes, but I am
Determined to spend my life
Exploring this wondrous and dangerous
World, on my own, maybe meeting with
Some natives, who really knows
Posted in Haiku
“The tiniest of trucks, does the job” Gun Roswell
Tiny truck
Tiny truck, often was mocked
For being so small, what could it
Really haul? The others kept
It taunting, almost to a
Point of haunting, until one day it
Had had enough, it got
Really tough, went out to
Get a big pack of stuff, so
Big, it almost was lost
Under the great big haul
But alas, with a huff and puff
The tiny truck, proved them
All, who really really wrong
They had been and until this day
The heroics are told by
The tiny truck that could
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