Posted in Seat Sunday
“So many seats to choose from” Gun Roswell
A seat in black and white
A chair,
So comfy
When seated,
You hear
The “umpf”-ies
None too wide
None too narrow
Just perfect
For any kind
Of derrière
Once you seat in
It will take you for a spin
Into the la la lands
Like laying on soft sand
The power
Of this chair
So deep
You want it
For your lair
Sleep in it
Eat in it
You will never
Get another
Like this
Posted in Seat Sunday
“This is my spot!” Gun Roswell
Lazy Chair
To myself be fair
I am sitting in this lazy chair
Just because I feel i have earned it
After a day on work spent
It would be nice to lay around all day
But there is a house and food to pay
For now, enjoying the tiny lazy moments where I can
Dreaming under the cooling fan
That
Maybe some day
I can do what i may
Posted in Seat Sunday/Haiku
“How rude with their backs turned to us” Gun Roswell
Facing the wall
A sunny spot for respite
Face against the wall, we must sit
Who are we hiding from?
Posted in Seat Sunday /Haiku
“A designer seat in the lobby” Gun Roswell
Designing seats
A flash from the past
Hotel lobby seats, sitting pretty, by design
No room for you derrière
Posted in Seat Sunday (Haiku)
“Always the feeling of blue, present” Gun Roswell
Blue on blue
Blue, the colour of air
Blue, painted on to the lonely chair
Blue, waves hitting the shores
Posted in Seat Sunday (Haiku)
“Green is the colour of nature” Gun Roswell
Green with envy
Opposite sits the other, green
Envy, hate, anger, never saying one word
Flowers in pots, soothing atmosphere
Posted in Seat Sunday (Haiku)
“A long afternoon on a hard seat” Gun Roswell
Sunday Afternoon
Waiting, never ending, on Sunday
Midday sun, a bus stop, empty seats
Several hours later, no ride
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
A Seat in Cyprus
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Seat in the Rain
Night falls
Time stalls
Rain falls
Time towards
The home to hall
This bench
Was none too comfy
Anyways
Posted in Seat Sunday
“My uncle’s dying wish – he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair”
Rodney Dangerfield
Seat Concrete
Making, a comfy seat
From a bench made out of concrete
May be, an experience too concrete
But never mind,
I will still, take a seat
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