“The cat usually likes to nap, a lot it seems!” Gun Roswell
Sleepy Cat
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Sleepy Cat
Permanently stuck on the rocks!
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
Surfers on the Dunes
“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell
Surfers on the Dunes
Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”
All in the Details
“Something about the details of this holiday I find odd…” Gun Roswell
All in the Details
“It’s all in the details”
The designer said
As out the well made plans
She laid
Life’s a Beach
“Life can be fun, sometimes, at least on the beach” Gun Roswell
Life’s a Beach
When all troubles
Are out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…
Two, One, None
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Fall, the Autumn of it all in nature” Gun Roswell
Two, One, None
It started with a few
Then there were two
Only remaining
A single one
Nothing to be done
The time for Winter
Has finally come
As soon, there will be
None
Thorny yet graceful
“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell
Thorny yet graceful
The pretty colour truly beckoned
To approach and then I reckoned
To maybe dare and touch it
As it simply looked so delicious
But, despite the tempting colours
And the most heavily odour
There was a downside there as well
Because when I leaned for it close enough to smell
And reached for the silken petals to linger
I accidentally pricked my poor finger
On the sharp as a knife like thorns
Wishing this beautify would not have shown its horns
So now, bleeding, I stand here seething
But cannot help but admire
The gorgeous rose of a flower
Who simply defended itself
Against this big humans eager offence
This little Brain o’ Mine
“Something certainly rattling up there… Could it be… a thought perhaps?” Gun Roswell
This little Brain o’ Mine
This, tiny, useful brain of mine
Thinks, it is, doing just fine
It keeps on going and going and going
Even though my body yearns for slowing
Down at night, well… sometimes
And some other times
Too needs, to rewind
So, I ask you nicely
Please be kind
Shut down
Every once in a while
Let me sleep
Dream real deep
And maybe a later
I will reward you with a nice state of
Quiz and debate
Boat ride on a low tide
“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell
Boat ride on a low tide
On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better
The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure
Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front
Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater
The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end
Blue in monochrome
“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell
Blue in monochrome
That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend
Rantings Of A Third Kind 