Blue door

“What’s behind the door?” Gun Roswell

Blue door

Step in through the door
In the colour of blue, that is
If you dare, did I

Give you a scare or
Is your face so pale by nature?
So do let yourself inside

Who knows what scary things
You may find, after all, this is
A tale for the odd

And peculiar people, who like
To dabble in the adventures beyond an
Explanation from this world maybe

Even horror or some sort
Of supernatural thing, which will make your
Heart sing, until it it

Pops out and lays still
On the ground until you pop it
Back, and all is well.

Again?

Streets travelled I five

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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell

Streets travelled 

Seats out of the blue
Painted in the same hue, a cool
Respite, to take a seat

Sitting down, feeling the cooling
Sensations, like diving, in to an ocean
But in a seat at

The bus stop, where all
Other people sit, as I start to
Fantasies of the waters waves

I realize people start to
Stare, some giving me an evil glare
And I realize I am

Moving my arms in a
Fashion of swimming, or who am I
Kidding, it’s a dream, it

Seems, but I don’t care
I feel fine and I continue until
I reach the sandy shore

Arches and entrance I five

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it

All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or

Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud

Arches and entrance I four

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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell

Arches and entrances 

Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a

Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore

The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch

Things you find I five

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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell

Things you find

Table for two

A table set for two
Under the mid day sun, for lunch
Or maybe a late breakfast

Two plates of warm dishes
Two plates of cold cuts, seem too
Much? Maybe invite a third

Wheel, but beware, they may
The attention steal, even the food will
Disappear, before your fill you

Are able to get, better
Just settle for the duo today, then
Have a party for four

On some other warm day

Things you find I four

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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell

Things you find

Pots for all purposes

Pots and pans for all
Purposes great and small, for short or
Tall, use them for everything

Kettles may also be included
You need one at least to brew
Some tea, but alas, without

Too many plans, use them
For food and storage, even for porridge
But never stop using them!

Things you find I three

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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell

Things you find

Buy me!

In the window of a
Shop, something made me suddenly stop, an
Odd little thing, flapping, in

The window, made of plastic
It looked so sad, and I was just glad
I found it before anyone

Else. Rushing into the store
I wasn’t so sure, if I even
Had money with me to

Buy the tiny little thing
But as I looked at it, it
Made my poor heart sing

So I pulled out my
Card, not so smart, alas I had
To buy that pink thing!

Things you find I two

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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell

Things you find

Blue passage

A door way painted in
The coolest blue, heavily guarded it is
Not, alas, a key you

Need to get inside, into
The divine, which lies behind, the door
Painted all in coolest blue

But if the key you
Manage to find, then consider this an
Invite for you, then enter

Do, you are the few
Allowed to see, what lies behind the
Door painted in coolest blue