“The beach beckons on a sunny day, just on the sand to lay” Gun Roswell
The seaside
In the early morning
Sun not yet set to scorching
Sand, totally warm and white
Water so very clear
Tip a toe in
Maybe take a short swim
After all that
Simply relax
Lay, on your back
Life is a beach after all
That, is just a matter of fact
“Two or three wheels, will give the feel of something old, perhaps even bold, keep pedalling and far you will end up, well, perhaps or not!” Gun Roswell
On the open road
With a heavy load
A location in mind
Trying to unwind
The wind in the hair
No time for cares
Doing this all on a dare
Other wise could have just stayed
At home all alone?
“Take a ride to the great open wide, do it with a smile, and remember, there alway might be some dire awaiting, but leave the hating and smile through it all, life, is a ball after all!” Gun Roswell
On the open road
With a heavy load
A location in mind
Trying to unwind
Travelling on wheels
Has its appeals
But getting somewhere far
In only a car
Can be a chore
Changing the score
Picking up some wings
Has its wins
But if you want some style
And sail up the Nile
A boat or a yacht
Is worth getting stuck
If you want to do it old style
And travel with a big smile
The coolest way
With the hips in sway
Doing some recycling
Then, pedal a bicycle
“The need to travel to far away places is there, just need to choose the right method to make the dream come true!” Gun Roswell
Choose a tram or a big yacht
As it’s not really worth getting stuck
In just the one place and for too long to stay
And so, one foot in front of the other lay
The travel mode within taking over
Do it with so much style or just in a backpack ride
Then simply hop on that tram or a perhaps a slow boat
And travel with a big wide smile
Xmas Eve Eve
Twas the night before xmas eve
All was, well almost silent
Nothing stirred, not even a mouse
Who possibly already got out of the house
That louse!
And i had even bought a present for it
Oh shit!
Well, maybe the neighbours hamster
Would be grateful for a little wooly sweater
Dispute that hateful letter
I had written to them
Because of all that loud singing
Each night i kept hearing
Sitting by the window
Watching everyone else go
Knowing full well nowhere was better
But who could argue with a grammy
Shouting bloody murder if you don’t get here
By xmas eve the latest
Or there would no doubt be hell to pay
At least, thats what i heard the lady next door say
So now, all is finally peaceful
And i am ready for the boring and dull
Xmas cheers my ass
I would prefer a good comedy and laugh!
So why this mood all made in fowl?
I dunno, better ask the owl!
So why not go outside and howl
You got your xmas wish
There are no dirty dish
This year just me myself and I
So laugh it out and keep on with a smile!
Happy holidays to one and all!
“The sunny days long and endless, but on this beach, laying like a beached whale, I could care less about leaving this place” Gun Roswell
Beach side under the parasol do I smile
The sandy shores, might give someone else a bore, but for me, on this day of sunshine and blue skies, my only chore, is to simply stay put, lay on my back and enjoy the laid back atmosphere, unafraid of being judged of being too lazy or square, simply because I want nothing else to do on my day off, than just be, without any kind of huff or scoff.
There are no agendas, no to-do lists, not one other thing exists, here on this beach, under the parasol under the mighty sol, where I rest my weary head, just because of instead being the one running amok back home, trying to get the seasonal festival up and running, something which seems now totally funny, as to the effort put for only a three day puff.
But not this time around, as I have found my peace finally here, on this sandy and calm beach, where I intend to rest my lazy body and head, for the foreseeable few days of time off, and not have a care in the world.
“The beach of the last resort, now but a faded memory at this point“ Gun Roswell
Faded Memories of a Beach
A faded image of the beach, I used to visit, summers ago, when everything was a go. Hop on a train or plane or even an automobile, to get the feel, of fake freedom for a few weeks. Still, whatever the time allotted might have been, it was important to be seen, as enjoying the time off, even if it might have caused, some monetary blocks and maybe a few scoffs of where to finally go. Still, it was better than hanging around the house, that old louse, as chores from the year past had piled up, and sorting all that up was no fun at all. So, to stall, once again and completely ignore the mess left behind, taking off to new vistas out there, was only a fair reward for the work done over the months am I right? So, after all the dust had settled from the wrestles of which way the heading should be, off to the airport with a minimal baggage the whole kit and caboodle was seen to be.
The place selected finally visible through the small windows of the vessel heading towards the landing sight, but there might have been a slight plight, as the whole run way was the length of the back home street. But, luckily, the pilot did the deed great and then soon enough without much of hesitate, heading towards the final lodging, where the two weeks of fun and frolicking under the sun, had begun. Before any unpacking was done, the beach was the first on the list, naturally, as back home, we had never even heard of such a thing. Water, sand? What on earth was that? So, getting geared up, with some huff and puff, soon enough landing on the perfect spot, like so many others had done, but hey, there was plenty of room, so scoot, over there, close to the waters edge.
After some adjusting, with the pale skin and hot sun, the day was getting towards the fun and some. Each and every day, despite the lack of whole lot of other activities, except those found there on the beach, was spent with gusto as it was part of the must, after all this was the time off and nothing like this could be done back home. So, before anyone even realised, two weeks had passed and it was time to head home. Naturally, there were so many photos snapped during the stay, some of them clear throwaways, but alas, some gems remained. And those are the ones, each time during the lack of fun, here at home, are looks upon. Reminders of fond times, when we all managed to smile, at least, most of them time.
“The seat on the sunny side, usually beckons to sit down, even, if you are not tired” Gun Roswell
Midday sun, Seated, no energy to run
The midday sun, high up, in the cloud free and cool blue, afternoon sky
Was burning the skins, of all and anyone, daring, to venture, outside
Without at least, a full and total coverage, of some kind of defensive clothing
Even if it means, constantly pouring sweat and uncomfortable moaning
So, for now, walking down the streets, looking, for something, totally sweet
First, the pace was fast, then more and more slowly, because, of the heat
Thinking, that then again, the hot weather, might not just be the very best
Time of eating any type of candy or cake, or anything sugary to say the least
Even hot coffee, at breakfast in the morning, seemed more, like a chore
Luckily for this, very weary traveller, some genius, had invented a more
Appealing version of the dark liquid, fancily, called frappe, so basically, a latte
But only in a state of very cold and calming, poured in a tall kind of glass-e
Alas, soon enough, all thoughts of any kind of food or anything else to eat
Was pulled out of the mind, as that totally consuming, sweat pouring heat
Started to get the best of this, supposed explorer of all kinds of things great
And then, the slowing down of the feet, so telling, it was, time, for a break
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, the sun, still terribly scorning
Sent out a ray (or multiple rays) of light, shining, on to something alluring
A bench, appeared, from the middle of nowhere, and placed, just in front
The road to the beach front, sitting there, as it was waiting for this runt
And to top it all, seeing, a bottle, of something cooling inside, laid there
Just like it had been dropped especially by order, somehow, knowing, I swear
It was still ice cold, sizzling there, when I dared to step closer and touch it
And then, when I was sure, it was real, I gently, and slowly, down sat, I did
Oh, what a total relief, I sighed, in utter bliss
Even if the touch of the bottle, made a slight hiss
Of a sound to the very warm, nay, hot air
But then again, I really, did not have time to care
Because this bench and water had me
The weary, tired traveller out in the heat
So completely, with one simple seating
Saved, and thank you so much indeed!
“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine” Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Basking in the Sun
The working day has begun
Must admit it, just no fun
Looking out the window
Seeing cold weather and snow
Just for a moment
My mind wanders
Back to holidays
Back to the time
When I was
Basking in the sun
“There is fantasy and then, there is the harsh reality” Gun Roswell
Summer expectations
Waking up to expectations of gorgeous weather in a beautiful place ahead
But the darkness must have been an omen, as what greeted me instead
An non-coloured greyish scene, with no natural light, anywhere, to be seen
I blinked once, twice, three times, and then pinched myself, just to be sure of what I saw, this utter vile
In front of my sad eyes now laid, instead of all the fine I had just seen, while lying on the bottom of my soft bed
Enough! I finally said
Had it all really been, a good dream, or a figment of my vivid imagination, a total fantasy, I had seen?
Such marvelous things and places, making ones heart really go to the races
All the colours of the rainbow, hardly any winds there to blow, life going, gently, smoothly and, oh so slow
Closing the curtains, feeling a tad on the side of hurting
I decided to go back to my bed, continue dreaming, until this, season of dread
Was finally over
Turning off the bedside lamp, my eyes tight shut clamped
And then, I, was back, in the place, of eternal summer, I had before of dreamt
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
