“I love the deepness of a passionate red” Gun Roswell
Two of red
Hanging, together, no need for a tether
We are close, so close to each other
There is no need for any kind of binding
And if either of us would get lost out there
The invisible bond is still us together holding
Only need to shout and each other again, we are finding
“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell
Mundane on a Monday
Busy Bee
A red open flower tempted
The busy bee to relent
It’s flight in the middle of the day
And onto the open petals lay
Gathering all the nectarine it can find
Before back into its hive it will fly
But dear bee
Beware of the honey trap
Set to lure you in fact
And if you don’t soon fly away
You will forever in this flower
Trapped, remain
“Mundane Mondays are the best” Gun Roswell
Mundane Monday in red
When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse
Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!
“Ah, to own a red two wheeled ride, of any kind” Gun Roswell
Red ride
There she was, parked at the curve
Waiting for the owner soon to return
As I laid my eyes on to her
All I really wanted to take a ride in turn
As I stood there staring
At the shiny red metal glaring
I swear I could see her flaring
Beckoning for me to a daring
Trip on the road side
An adventure on the wild side
An opportunity once in a lifetime
Knowing full well I could not deny
And before I even realized
I was hopping on the ride
Off and on the world
Little red and me were hurled
Having the time of my life
On this red bike so naughtily wild
“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony
Red popping forth
The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun
“A rose by any other name “
Rosebud
Budding
While still a baby
Trying to get out of its secure cocoon?
Just maybe
Safe and sound,
Wrapped up and bound
In a softest of thorny leaves
As gently in the winds heavy
But soon
This bud too will bloom
The prettiest of flora
For everyone to adore her
A while the flower of songs
Her scent do very strong
Until
She too
Will be gone
“But I am hiding in here, that’s the whole point of a hideaway!” Gun Roswell
Hiding
Safe and sound
From the scorching sun
Hiding under the leaves
Like some common thief
A tiny red truck
Who does not give a fuck
Of the fine days of spring
When everyone’s supposed
To just come out and sing
No, he prefers to hide
In a secret place so nice
Not one single sunny ray
Can cause disarray
For his colour of red
Could so easily be shed
Under the bright light
Leaving only rust behind
So, for the durance
He will take his stance
Under the trees
Where no one him sees
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
The moon dashed across the
Red skies, peaking through the painted clouds
But alas, it had no
Time for shrouds, as it
Wanted to be out loud and proud
Shining through its dark side
It really had nothing to
Hide, not now not ever, even the astronauts
Had made their mark forever
Happily shining through the darkness
Laughing at those who dared to bark
No less but it too
Was open to all different
Types, as it had to hide its
Darker side for an eternity
Visible
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“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
A slow eve in suburbia
The streets filled with peace as the
Day is ending and inhabitants
Are landing to their dwellings
After day so long, the feeling of
Strong almost gone and the
Time to lay down your
Hair is upon, just look outside, peep
Through the windows and doors
Let nature play this score
And your mind to rest restore before
Laying your head onto bed
Tonight
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red around the horizon, does
It mean the sun is setting or
Arising? Does seem so surprising
It looks so neutral and
Red, but do you want to bet
Which time of the day
It really is, without looking
At the clock, and if i tell
You, will it shock you?
Neither
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