Posted in Haiku
“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Walking down the lane of
Memories, even though none of my own
Since I never been here
Before, but it is a
Great feeling, even if it may stealing
Dwelling in the old times
Making new memories all mine
And after a while, this picture being
My memory lane saved in
Time, to dig up when
I feel nostalgic, reminiscing places travelled to
The lands of very far
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Mysterious and inviting for an
Adventure awaiting at the top of the
Stairs or maybe walk down
And find another door way
But please, just try, as it is
Human nature, to explore the
Great unknown, no matter what
Awaits on the other side, that is
The part which is fine
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Charming,old school, flowers and
Pots, together they are stocked, in front
Of the windows and doors
An inviting arch way, a door
To the garden, to enjoy some time
With a cooling drink, away
From the scorching sun shine
Just for a moment, before time to
Hit the long road again
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Blue way, in to the
Ocean waves, an arch way, a portal
To other lands, other places
Walk through it, walk on
The water’s surface, feel the cool blue
Under your feet, that tingling
Sensation, when embarking in to
The great unknown adventure, in to the
Past and into the future
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Plastered on the wall!
A hidden message among all
These pages to be found, if you
Look carefully, then maybe, just
Maybe you are able to
Spot the few words written long ago
A formula for a cure?
The answer to it all?
Just stare at the wall long enough
And you to will see
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Here’s looking at you, kid!
The shoes reflected in the
Mirror in a tiny box, a car of
Sorts, a lift in another
Place, a random encounter of
One self, since there was no were
Else to hide, the why
Not snap some pix of
The shiny pink shoes, staring at each
Other in the shiny mirror
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Do not enter!
The red colour should be
The indication of something different happening here
Maybe a painted round plague
Would be the final clue
“Do not enter, this is not for
You to be inside, nothing
Here to see for you”
Just follow the instructions and you cannot
Go a miss, on this
Street at least!
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Bottled goods
Don’t let the colourful exterior
Fool you, it is the interior which
Counts,especially for bottled goods
Take one down, pass the
Bottle around, fill all the waiting glasses
Then do a round of
Cheers! And sooner than you
Know, there will be nothing but leers
All around you, bottoms up!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Almost every Monday I have a charity thing. I like that. I do” Yogi Berra
Pretty with Yellow
Yellow!
Said the fellow
As he helloed
With a bellow
Of a voice
A little rejoice
In his voice
After all
He had broken protocol
And was finally
Smelling the flowers
Rantings Of A Third Kind 