The Archway by the Sea

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“Built to last, from the past to the future, and in the present we admire, the structure guiding us to the high seas” Gun Roswell
 
 The Archway by the Sea

A long, long time ago
A land, that had started to grow
Developing, building
Slowly growing
Into a great big giant
Of art and science
Architecture and ambience
There was peace among the inhabitants
No was nor unpleasantries
Everyone equal
But alas
There was no sequel
The forces of nature
Showed their envy and hatred
Wiping out all but one
Standing now, under the scorching sun
To remind the future generations
As nothing really
Lasts for ever
But a solitary reminder
Of days so much finer
The very archway
At the solemn sea
What is now left standing
Of the proud people so demanding
Is an archway, 
By the sea

Utopia

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“Sometimes dreams really can come true – the once utopia seen in the minds eye being fulfilled in reality?” Gun Roswell

Utopia

In a world of black and white
There is no wrong or right
There is no war nor strike
No conflict nor fight

The land is wast and pretty
No one says anything remotely shitty
There is no poverty nor pity
All is done up to the nitty gritty

Ah, my silly little utopia
How did I ever dream up ya?

A seat in a cafe on a sunny Sunday 

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“Take a load off, it’s Sunday after all, so a respite is a must” Gun Roswell 

A seat in a cafe on a sunny Sunday 

The crowds all but gone, during these times of change for us all. A cozy spot in the corner over there, awaited us. It was after all the perfect day, for a stop in a small cafe, just around the block. A good time for a quick, or even longer break, with a scone and some well deserved coffee. And as the day had proven to be filled with walking, and a lot of sightseeing as some might put it, this was the perfect ending with a reward so fit. So, taking the time off, of browsing the city’s each and every single spot, and fInding solace in the largest of coffee cups. After all, it was a sunny Sunday, and, a day of rest, and this seat, was certainly the best, in town, making whatever frown turn upside down. Surely, as it was meant.

Solarised when at the poolside

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“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell

Solarised when at the poolside

The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!

Phone Home Maybe?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, alas what can you do? Someone perhaps sue?” Gun Roswell

Phone Home Maybe?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

Totally Green 

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“It’s so lush, so fresh, so totally gorgeous, it looks good and even edible, it’s green!” Gun Roswell

Totally Green 

It’s the time of the year, when all is so utterly green, the leaves, the grass, even some of the water, but that is not really good, but, the green colour is all around to be found, especially when it has been raining heavily, the nature nurtured by the life giving liquid.

But don’t be fooled, because as soon as it gets too hot or too cold, the green will turn quite sour, into a murky looking brown! So, keep watering the fields of green, because those will only last for this very short season!s

The watcher on the ledge

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“The small bird keeps on singing its song all day long, but, are you really listening?“ Gun Roswell 

The watcher on the ledge

The bird who on the ledge keeps on sitting, sometimes it might be singing, but often times, only watching, observing, taking notes, of all those around and below, just in the hopes, that maybe, someone would sometime read them and then, maybe learn from the past experiences of all the others making their mistakes, which this observer of a kind, has painstakingly recorded for all mankind, for the future reference for a much needed learning experience in them to find.

So, next time around, when you spot a bird, on the higher ground, sitting on the ledge up there, maybe even singing a few songs, for your pleasure, just to make you feel safe, and then give you some much needed strength, even for the moment as theses birds are there only to replay, those past events in the form of a song. And whether you are listening in to the wisdom in there is really up to you, so please do, listen carefully, and maybe you can learn something important too.

The waiting maid by the door

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“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensation and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell

The waiting maid by the door

The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.

She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.

When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.

This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?

The Spotlight Seat

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“The spotlight is always there, on you, wherever you may want to take a respite, a seat in peace and quiet, someone is always, watching every single time, that is the curse, of the spot!“ Gun Roswell

The Spotlight Seat

The seat in the shadows, in a silent and secure spot, supposedly, away from prying eyes, from the many gazes of those whom might thing, taking a respite, is proof of lazy, that anyone wanting to simply sit for a while, letting all others pass by, is something, totally wild and should never be done?

But how wrong are they? As even if for a moment, legs up, butt down you may stay, in that one secure spot chosen for a moment, perhaps, if lucky enough, for a day? As sometimes, taking some time off from it all, as time will never stall, no matter how badly you may want it, it’s a piece of shit, time that is, and never lets you forget, who it is in charge.

So, before those stalkers around, will let you forget, that they are always there, always vigilant and watching, just, close your eyes, never mind the spices, enjoy the little while, in the spotlight of a seat, ignore the heated gazes of the rest of them, and simply concentrate, on the special moment,  for the short spell.

The Golden Moment

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“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell

The Golden Moment

The windows reflecting the light

As the afternoon’s sun is still bright

Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue

Completely irradiating the feeling of blue

A lyrical moment for the mundane grey

The feeling of dull quickly fading away

As the tall towers and the low windows

Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders

Our city now the golden one

Before the illusion comes undone

And we are back to the mundane vision

Of dull surfaces needing revision