Monochromania in the sunshine land

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“I see a bunch of greys” Gun Roswell


Monochromania in the sunshine land

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

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

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“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

 Delphi, Greece in Monochrome

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“The history of us, beckons this simple onlooker from the present” Gun Roswell

 Delphi, Greece in Monochrome

Enjoying the plethora of views
In the past reserved for those chosen few
As I am looking at the endless skies
Closing my eyes
The imagination of mine, taking flight
And then, stepping back in time
Finally landing in the beautiful Delphi
The time?
History, as per promised on the sign!

Athens, Acropolis in Monochrome

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“The mighty ruins on top of the hill, the climb up a hassle, certainly no time to chill, but well worth the trouble” Gun Roswell

Athens, Acropolis in Monochrome

Basking in the hot summer’s sun
Smack middle of Athens, is the one they call, Acropolis
A place of fun, at least for some
Certainly a place of knowledge

And so, climbing up the mountain
Looking, searching for the fountain
Of wisdom and mostly, of history
Certainly shrouded in mystery

As I am now walking in the footsteps
Of all those famorus ancient Greeks
But, better watch for my steps
On the rather narrow and crooked path

Once reaching the top
The effort there but one hop
The view of awe and beauty in front of me
And now I know it really was my duty
To get here and learn it all

World Wide We Ride

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“There is just something about travel, around the globe and guess in the future, space?” Gun Roswell

World Wide We Ride

Against the mundane grind
Do I daily fight
My Disappointment, trying hard to hide
When dull takes over there for the while
Cooking up, some kind of evil guile
To get on my face, a more permanent smile
But, before that time
I can only enjoy my precious archives
For only in my mind
Do I travel, world wide

Picturesque

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“It’s a cliche, I know” Gun Roswell

Picturesque

Unique, incomplete
Something, perhaps very cheap
A picturesque vision
Drawn, with precision

Luring anyone to stares
Up the mountain hike as a dare
There may be he danger of falling
But, nature is calling, so quit stalling

Lines and Shadows

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“Something about stepping over the lines, alas, how can you avoid it?” Gun Roswell


Lines and Shadows

Lazy, hazy afternoon
Sitting, quietly, by the pool
Watching, the sun,
Painting shadows, all around
Every nook and cranny coming alive
Almost like sunlight, doing a cool jive
Nature and art, at its best
Me, with my camera, am just a guest
Recording all this beauty
As the lines and shadows, do their duty
Soon, the moments have passed
And the shadows else where are cast
But at least for now
I am glad I got the witness this, line of a show

A Dreary Night on the Bench

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“Sleeping in the park, on a hard bench? Yeah, well, it happens to people a lot more often than you might think, and it’s not even Halloween!” Gun Roswell


A Dreary Night on the Bench

Surrounded by dark and misty air
Missed the very last fare
Sitting on this, park bench
Wishing I had worn a warm trench
The eerie, dark and damp surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a single soul in sight
On this mystical, scary night
Wrapping my thin coat tighter
My mood getting suddenly lighter
I hear some noises
A car in the distance, approaches
Finally… do I have a ride!?!

Alphabets in poetry (nine)

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“Ring ring!”

“Pick up the receiver, answer that call! Yeah, that one! It’s an old fashion style phone!” Gun Roswell

P is for phones rarely heard or seen
An old school plug and play gadget from an movie scene
Elegant and rare, the dial plate may scare
Pick up the receiver and listen carefully
A dial tone will be played for you fully

A cord attached to it like a tail
The numbers you’ll need to remember or the call will fail
None too mobile, when stuck to the wall
Reception sometimes crackles and pops, during some calls

Alphabets in poetry (four)

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“The moon is always hanging there, forever present” Gun Roswell

M is for the moon in the night sky, with its better half trying to hide
Picturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smile
An ancient rock filled with mystery
Also known to be causing mass hysteria
During its rounds when it’s at is fullest
Certainly a vision never the dullest
Keep on eye on its eternal cycles
Round and round the earth, with a speed most wildest