All that red, makes you, well, happy?

Red, is a colour so bright, you almost don’t need a light in the darkness to steer by, but it looks, pretty, right!?” Gun Roswell


When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse


Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!

Fiery, but oh so good

“They might taste good and you know they should, but after even a small bite, you can easily light up a great big bon fire!” Gun Roswell

Fiery, but oh so good

The multicoloured itty bitty, small and shiny things

Those oh so juicy and totally delicious bling-blings

But rather the ones consumable and edible kinds

Which in the store’s produce section you’ll easily find

Those many a colours and shapes will make you smile

But be ware, as their lure is rater good

Still caution use, while even a small bite consumed

As they are fiery little things, which rather than making you sing

Fire breathing you will yourself soon enough find

Like a dragon from an old fairy tale or similar sort of a kind

Will you then utterly and totally become!

Cottage life 3

“Roaming around the country side” Gun Roswell

Cottage life 3

When finally hitting that side of the road
Road, which is leading to a place so quaint
Quaint, if you can imagine something very old school
School, which luckily is out for the summer
Summer, as I am headed for the country side
Side, on the road I currently am on
On, until I reach the little red cottage
Cottage, painted with a bright colour


Colour so strong, it can be seen from space
Space, is what this old hidden place has plenty
Plenty, like the nature surrounding the house
House, so small, you can hardly fit in
In, but then again, outside is the point
Point of this cottage in the country side
Side of somewhere else, anywhere else
Else but where I usually dwell
Dwell, exist, live, maybe, but usually not


Not, as it’s mainly work and daily grind
Grind, which here, is only used for flour
Flour to create the daily bread
Bread, which is really good to eat
Eat, like what ever goodies the land provides
Provides me, while I am here in this place
Place, far away from the outer world
World so different, from this, country side
Side, which this road I am on will lead me
Me, for this summer, going completely country

Cottage life 2

“Something so quaint about living in a small red cottage” Gun Roswell

Cottage Life 2

In the tiniest of any imaginable communities
Communities built only for the summer season
Season which only comes once a year
Year with a winter so long, it almost snows
Snows until midsummer is upon
Upon when the time has come
Come for the summer, to finally start
Start as does the life for most of those
Those people who live her up north
North where the sun almost never shines
Shines only, during the precious summer time


Time when all life is growing and flowing
Flowing across the land becoming so green
Green, so lush, it’s nothing like anyone has seen
Seen now, as it’s all recorded on to celluloid
Celluloid is preserving the summer sensations
Sensations with which to get through the dark ages
Ages that will start with the coming of fall
Fall, when time and nature stalls


Stalls, falls, into a deep slumber
Slumber and then again woken in the next summer
Summer, when it’s time to pack up
Up all the belongings and move to a tiny house
House that is painted in the colour red
Red as the burning core of the sun
Sun which only shines during this season
Season of the summer cottage time

Cottage life 1

“Summer at Gramʼs cottage can be such fun” Gun Roswell

 

Cottage life 1

Life in summer is so simple
Simple even if you have to mow the lawn
Lawn growing so fast every day
Day you wish it was just raining
Raining, even pouring to inside just stay
Stay until you get so bored
Bored enough the tiniest of chores
Chores such as mowing the damned lawn
Lawn big enough to build a hall
Hall to do some fancy dancing
Dancing as itʼs so much fun


Fun you can do outside
Outside because itʼs summer
Summer with such good weather
Weather almost always sunny
Sunny with a warm breeze
Breeze which makes you feel
Feel that this season
Season of warmth and flowers


Flower filling the garden
Garden where the grass is green
Green and forever growing
Growing until it needs mowing
Mowing which Iʼll gladly do
Do as long as I can live in summer

Fabulous November Friday

Posted in Fabulous Friday

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“If you see me on Friday,
you’ll see different material on Saturday night”
Kathy Griffin

Fabulous November Friday

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Fabulous Friday has arrived
Giving it a big high five day

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Early morning, early rise
A gorgeous sunrise
The air cool and crisp
Leaves covered with frost
With the moon peaking out
Time to holler, time to shout

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The nature dressed
With colours of red
Sunshine reflected
On each surface
The flaring colours
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Painted Red for Seat Sunday

Posted in Seat Sunday

“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

September in Suburbia I Three

Posted in Daily Photo

“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

Did not promise much
But delivered more
And as such,
I truly you adore

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September in Suburbia I Two

Posted in Daily Photo

“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

You are soft
You are warm
You are colourful
Your are plentiful

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September in Suburbia I One

Posted in Daily Photo

“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz

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September in Suburbia

Today,
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September

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