Posted in Seat Sunday
“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell
A seat in black and white
On a sunny day
In a near by cafe
Sitting down
In down town
Sipping on the coffee
Eat a slice of toffee
People passing by
That is just fine
It is still good to unwind
After speeding the dime
All day shopping
And street hopping
Maybe even a nap
You can afterward catch
Posted in Seat Sunday
“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell
A seat in black and white
A chair,
So comfy
When seated,
You hear
The “umpf”-ies
None too wide
None too narrow
Just perfect
For any kind
Of derrière
Once you seat in
It will take you for a spin
Into the la la lands
Like laying on soft sand
The power
Of this chair
So deep
You want it
For your lair
Sleep in it
Eat in it
You will never
Get another
Like this
Posted in Seat Sunday
“This is my spot!” Gun Roswell
Lazy Chair
To myself be fair
I am sitting in this lazy chair
Just because I feel i have earned it
After a day on work spent
It would be nice to lay around all day
But there is a house and food to pay
For now, enjoying the tiny lazy moments where I can
Dreaming under the cooling fan
That
Maybe some day
I can do what i may
Posted in Seat Sunday/Haiku
“How rude with their backs turned to us” Gun Roswell
Facing the wall
A sunny spot for respite
Face against the wall, we must sit
Who are we hiding from?
Posted in Seat Sunday /Haiku
“A designer seat in the lobby” Gun Roswell
Designing seats
A flash from the past
Hotel lobby seats, sitting pretty, by design
No room for you derrière
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“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
A Sofa in Vienna
Inside, the warm inviting sofa
In one of the towns in Europa
It may have been fancy once upon a time
But even in its condition it suits me just fine
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“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
Sitting on a seat, in Cyprus
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
Just a Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
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“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in Town
When on the town
Getting all around
There is one thing
You wish you had found
A seat, to relax on!
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“The judge told me to approach the bench.
We were in a park”
Jarod Kintz,
Painted Red
The only bright spot
In the entire parking lot
In the midst of suburbia
Causing a minor hysteria
The colour of reddest red
Some say, it joy may spread
Carefully trying to sit
Just to see, if it is a fit
After I little while
I started to smile
The colour seemed to be
A perfect choice for me
And soon enough…
As far as the eye could see
All the red painted seats
Were occupied to the extreme
There is something to be said
Of the colour red
It never leaves you cold
Yes, and I too was sold
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