Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

Posted on February 8, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain” Bobby Darin

Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

Step under my umbrella
We can sing in a cappella
Like we were the Ella
Just out of hella
Lady or a fella

Let’s create a novella
You can play the Stella
Prance around like a gazella
Maybe invite the Cinderella
Even if she is vanilla

There is no dilemma
Here what I tell ‘Ya
It’s quite the Rockwell’a
So step under my umbrella
Just out of the hella

Snow Cats (Daily Photo 2016-02-07)

Posted on February 7, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Some people are worth melting for”

Snow Cats (Daily Photo 2016-02-07)

“Speak no evil
See no evil
Hear no evil”

Made
Out of snow
Maybe
Just for show
The three snow cats
Are having
A silent chat

As the time flies
The three little spies
Are watching passers-by
Wondering why
They all are
In such a hurry

Poolside Fantasy (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Life is better by the pool”

Poolside Fantasy

Reflected in the window
Fantasies
Of another tomorrow
Champagne and caviar
Poolside and up to par

Mirror Mirror (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it” Ernest Holmes

Mirror Mirror

I feel pretty
And so witty
I am slender
Yet curvy
Guess my gender?
It’s green

Little Red (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Put on some red lipstick and live a little”

Little Red

No,
I am not hiding
I am just
Standing
Observing
Watching
Life pass by

Window View (Daily Photo)

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Never trust a computer you can’t throw out a window” Steve Wozniak

Window View

In the early morning hours
As I am jumping into my car
I look out the window
Only to find the moon
Brightening my path

Arriving at the office
To an early morning meeting
I left without eating
So just coffee must do
As I listen to the others
Playing their part
In this life we know as office

I let my eyes wander
Towards the closest window
Only to find
A most beautiful sunrise
Sky painted red
But here inside instead
The only view for me
Is through the peephole
Known as a window
But oh, what a view

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) Three

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That’s all any of us can hope for” April Winchell

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) Three

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) Two

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That’s all any of us can hope for” April Winchell

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) Two

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) One

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That’s all any of us can hope for” April Winchell

Thursday (Daily Photo 2016-01-28) One

Thursday

Not a pretty day
The lack of sun
Cannot be fun

The icy cold mist
Does nothing to enlist
To the fan base
Of this common day
Also known
As Thursday

Oh, but look!
There might be hope
In the horizon
The sun is arising!
All hail
It’s Thursday!

Down the Hill (Daily Photo)

Posted on January 27, 2016 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale, Humour & Photography

“A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill” Robert A. Heinlein

Down the Hill (Daily Photo)

When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top
“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”

<Crash, bang, boing>

“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”
The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures