“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte “But if it’s done really properly, with softness, gold and love, then it is a throne!” Gun Roswell
Seated 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
“Because it’s a seat, right?” Gun Roswell
Seated in Cyprus
A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
“Watch out for the ledge, you might just fall, down!?” Gun Roswell
Look down, now!
Quick, look down!
Look down right now
Now, you see it?
It? What is it you mean?
Do you mean the ocean?
Ocean as blue as the sky?
The sky, so very high
High as is this drop down
Down, way down to the bottom
The bottom of the pit
The pit, which in you fall
Fall, and never up crawl
Crawl as hard as you may
May you forever down there stay
Stay until the rapture
The rapture?
What if the rapture is something nice?
Nice, as a slice of pie?
A pie you can enjoy
Enjoy just like this pit
This pit, where I now sit
Sit until the end
The end of times
Times which are so great
Great as the ocean wide
Wide as this beach here
Here in the pit
The pit, where I now sit
I see what you are trying to pull
Pull it real hard, as I am no fool
Fool enough though, to sink
Sink to the very pit
The pit which in you now sit
Sit together we will
Until the end of times
“See the world in black and white, and a few greys too!” Gun Roswell
Travel in monochrome
When travelling around the world
World, this nice round blue orb you were on to hurled
Hurled, like a whirl wind out of the blue
Blue, as is the colour of the sky’s hue
Hue, derived from the ocean so cool
Cool, as the wind which blows on the sea
Sea, which can be soft and hard at the same time
Time, is what takes you around the planet
Planet so colourful, yet so black and white
White, as the clouds hanging from above
Above, is where I would like to be sometimes
Sometimes, when all I see is grey
Grey, is the colour of this beautiful place
Place, which is at it’s best every single day
Day, when the clouds are raining
Raining, and the world turns to monochrome
Monochrome, so many colours, but only one
One. like this gorgeous place we live on
“Not all is glamorous in colour” Gun Roswell
Travel in monochrome
When all around you is in bright colour
Colour, which also has a pungent odour
Odour, which can be mostly nice
Nice, but when you look at it twice
Twice, may just be two times to much
Much as I love all the bright colours
Colours can also be these three
Three of the neglected ones
Ones which carry quite much
Much nuance as the other ones
Ones which are called grey
Grey and it’s sisters black and white
White is the perfect pristine one
One to co inside with the darker
Darker, darkest, call it black
Black as strong as night
Night, which fades in two grey
Grey which shimmers into all shades
Shades of the monochromatic rainbow
Rainbow with so many colours
Colours which are not visible
Visible to the naked eye at least
Least, just give them a try
Try on them for a size
Size so non existent it slims
Slims and makes you look so good
Good in black and white
White and then even some greys
Greys, which will then fade
Face away
“I see a bunch of greys” Gun Roswell
Monochromania
Looking at the world through monochromatic eyes
Eyes wide without any shade or disguise
Disguise, which is so easy to cover
Cover up all the faults
Faults only visible in true colours
Colours so easily distorted Distorted like the inevitable truth
Truth which cannot be hidden Hidden in the shades and shadows
Shadows only seen in the darkness
Darkness hiding in the black Black and white turning to grey
Grey, which is the true colour Colour without any kind of colour
Colour only described as monochrome
Monochrome in so many shades
Shades you learn to love Love rather than hate Hate really is such an ugly colour
Colour so much more than any other
Other could be like monochrome Monochrome mania Mania to celebrate it all
“Take a load of, sit down, enjoy, the sun” Gun Roswell
Seats on the sunny side
When the sun shines
Shines, so totally fine
Fine, is the whole wide world
World, open, out going, bright
Bright, as the sun shining
Shining, high up in the clear blue skies
Skies, so cool and blue
Blue, the great hue in contrast
Contrast to the colour filled ground
Ground, on to which a few seats
Seats, to sit on for rest
Rest, to enjoy the clear blue skies and sun
Sun, which under it is time to rest
Rest on the seats set
Set, under the sunny side of the world
World, which enjoys the season
Season of summer
Summer, when it’s time to relax
Relax, on these seats
Seats, on the sunny side of life
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Seat Sunday
“When in Cyprus, sit like the Cypriots
Seat, but it’s a Bench
Sore from the walk
After the surroundings
All day long stalked
Getting kind of desperate
My feet more restless
Looking for a respite
Finally scoring
A bench a little boring
But as soon as
My sore ass
Hits the seat
I know it will be a treat
And I, will be snoring!
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Seat Sunday
“When in Cyprus, sit like the Cypriots do”
Seat in the Sun
When in Cyprus
There is no rush
Forget the buzz
Do as the Cypriot does
Take a seat in the sun
Have some fun
Tourist watching
Off their guard catching
As they are by you walking
This is not called stalking
But serious observation
For the good of the nation
And of course
What better source
For your personal
Viewing pleasure
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Seat Sunday
“When in Cyprus, sit like the Cypriots do”
Seat in the Shade
Just sitting
In the shade
Looking cool
In my shades
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