“Any seat is a good one in the midst of all the heat to find just for a brief of a respite” Gun Roswell
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat!
Who would ever want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin???
“There is a solemn seat, in the middle of the street, waiting for someone to have a respite“ Gun Roswell
Random seat at beach
The sunny day much too hot for anything except doing a few short hops around the hood and then, hitting a few shops.
But before hitting the beach, there is one single seat, waiting for the prefect one to take a short break and sit around.
So, what are you waiting for, just go!
The seat is still available because no one in their right mind would want to sit out there in the scoring sun!
“The seat fit for a queen, well, a peasant queen anyway, as it is looking rather plain and small and well, lacking all the bling, still I would sit on it, at least for a bit“ Gun Roswell
Seated like a true Queen
The very ancient design, the soft red velvet, all the hand crafted material, it is all there in the matrix of it, the seat once made, the most gorgeous one ever seen, and so, most certainly, fit for a queen. But, if you want to take a seat on this respite made for royalty, there is one penalty set, before you can take a load off on the soft core, and that is, that you can never reveal, how you found this piece of art work in the first place, as it is the one thing, which never in one place, for a very long time. So, take some time when sitting down and feel the soothing surface of the cushion, made out of the finest materials, because this specific piece as not made for serials, as only the one exists, and it cannot be found on any of the shopping lists. It is as unique, as the one whom on it will sit, a seat only fitted for a true queen.
“A perfect seat, for this ass totally in defeat, and now, I will enjoy, my Sunday” Gun Roswell
Seat and the Red
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
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
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
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in the Rain
Night falls
Time stalls
Rain falls
Time towards
The home to hall
This bench
Was none too comfy
Anyways
Posted in Seat Sunday
“My uncle’s dying wish – he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair”
Rodney Dangerfield
Seat Concrete
Making, a comfy seat
From a bench made out of concrete
May be, an experience too concrete
But never mind,
I will still, take a seat
Posted in Seat Sunday
“When in Finland, sit like the Finns do”
Take a Seat in Cafe
Cafe in a pink house
Somewhere, thereabouts
Sit down, have a coffee
With a bun, laced with toffee
Posted in Seat Sunday
“It’s a cute little studio apartment that has just what I need: a bed, a couch, a table, a chair, and a coffee-maker.” ― Shawn Lukas
Dreaming in Colour
In the middle of the night
Just when you thought you missed that flight
Just when you thought it could not get more duller
Dreams vivid, and in full colour
A seat, in summer, poolside
All the nightmares, can now, subside
Posted in Seat Sunday
“It’s a cute little studio apartment that has just what I need: a bed, a couch, a table, a chair, and a coffee-maker.” ― Shawn Lukas
Dreaming in Black and White
In technicolour dreaming
You sometimes wake up screaming
Do not struggle or fight
Turn off all colours
And soon, the soothing
Of Black and White
Will dim down the lights
Rantings Of A Third Kind 