Fly on the wall

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“Just hanging, listening, observing, checking things out” Gun Roswell

Fly on the wall

I, am a small fly, sitting on the wall
Wall, which from I won’t totally fall
Fall, would be a terrible thing
Thing, as if I would be killed
Killed, to the very death!

I am but a fly on this wall
Wall, observing everything
Everything, and nothing
Nothing, as today’s such a bore
Bore, because I have no sugar!

Ah, sugar, the essence of life
Life, this tiny little fly’s treat
Treat, as in a sugary snack
Snack, as without it I would slack
Slack, well, yes, you know, lazy!

I basically don’t do much
Much, as humans consider such
Such, is the life of a fly
Fly, but now, I really have to fly
So, bye bye!

Red ride

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“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

Balcony Life

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“Summer and hot weather: Open the windows and doors!” Gun Roswell

Balcony Life

When the midsummer weather hits
Hits so hard, you cannot even sit
Sit, in one place or another without breaking
Breaking a sweat so huge you cannot wait
Wait, until the draft from all the opened
Opened doors and windows start to blow
Blow, so hard you can feel it in your bones
Bones, still sore from the freezing winter’s cold
Cold, you now yearn for at this time of year
Year, when you thought the warmth and weather would be clear
Clear, to spend all your time outside
Outside, in the nature so open and wild
Wild, but that is not in your own nature
Nature, ever changing for you and outside
Outside, where you wanted to stay for a while
While, but then a thought occurred
Occurred, in a flash of light
Light, which is plenty full outside
Outside, is where you really want to be
Be, but still in a very cool breeze
Breeze, and then, be able to breathe
Breathe in the warmth and openness of summer
Summer, you waited for so long for
For now, take a seat, a table and some drinks
Drinks, to keep you cool inside
Inside, is certainly not where you want to be
Be, outside, but high up, and then, it was so clear
Clear, as the skies out there
There, is the place where I can finally be
Be cool and, enjoy summer, to the most
Most, as I now sit on the chair in my balcony!

Sunny Side Up

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“Basking in the sun, lazily in this chair, when supposed to be, going to do some shopping” Gun Roswell

Sunny Side Up

When broken and tired of all the running around
So many shops and still, nothing to be found
The weather scorching, as is the heat
How I wish you could find one empty seat

Luckily or unluckily, the one to be seen
Is smack in the middle of a sunny type scene
The place so bright even the colours are fading
But since they are the only ones left, I will stop complaining

Hopping on to the cushions so inviting
Trying hard to ignore the offers quite exiting
But I feel still so totally spent
Not even those cute little things in the window will up me get

Panting finally subsiding
I am turning my face towards the sun so shining
Letting the rays of sun soak my sweat
I know, it sounds awful, but better than being drenched

After the moment has past and I feel lighter
I watch though the shop windows and get delighted
I can see something really nice i have for long wanted
And then, with a new spring in my step, I am inside invited

I shop and shop and shop until I drop
Then with all the bags accumulated for a moment I stop
Gazing at the still empty seat so comfortable
I know I need to sit down, before I continue my way home

Cottage life 3

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“Roaming around the country side” Gun Roswell

Cottage life 3

When finally hitting that side of the road
Road, which is leading to a place so quaint
Quaint, if you can imagine something very old school
School, which luckily is out for the summer
Summer, as I am headed for the country side
Side, on the road I currently am on
On, until I reach the little red cottage
Cottage, painted with a bright colour


Colour so strong, it can be seen from space
Space, is what this old hidden place has plenty
Plenty, like the nature surrounding the house
House, so small, you can hardly fit in
In, but then again, outside is the point
Point of this cottage in the country side
Side of somewhere else, anywhere else
Else but where I usually dwell
Dwell, exist, live, maybe, but usually not


Not, as it’s mainly work and daily grind
Grind, which here, is only used for flour
Flour to create the daily bread
Bread, which is really good to eat
Eat, like what ever goodies the land provides
Provides me, while I am here in this place
Place, far away from the outer world
World so different, from this, country side
Side, which this road I am on will lead me
Me, for this summer, going completely country

Cottage life 2

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“Something so quaint about living in a small red cottage” Gun Roswell

Cottage Life 2

In the tiniest of any imaginable communities
Communities built only for the summer season
Season which only comes once a year
Year with a winter so long, it almost snows
Snows until midsummer is upon
Upon when the time has come
Come for the summer, to finally start
Start as does the life for most of those
Those people who live her up north
North where the sun almost never shines
Shines only, during the precious summer time


Time when all life is growing and flowing
Flowing across the land becoming so green
Green, so lush, it’s nothing like anyone has seen
Seen now, as it’s all recorded on to celluloid
Celluloid is preserving the summer sensations
Sensations with which to get through the dark ages
Ages that will start with the coming of fall
Fall, when time and nature stalls


Stalls, falls, into a deep slumber
Slumber and then again woken in the next summer
Summer, when it’s time to pack up
Up all the belongings and move to a tiny house
House that is painted in the colour red
Red as the burning core of the sun
Sun which only shines during this season
Season of the summer cottage time

Cottage life 1

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“Summer at Gramʼs cottage can be such fun” Gun Roswell

 

Cottage life 1

Life in summer is so simple
Simple even if you have to mow the lawn
Lawn growing so fast every day
Day you wish it was just raining
Raining, even pouring to inside just stay
Stay until you get so bored
Bored enough the tiniest of chores
Chores such as mowing the damned lawn
Lawn big enough to build a hall
Hall to do some fancy dancing
Dancing as itʼs so much fun


Fun you can do outside
Outside because itʼs summer
Summer with such good weather
Weather almost always sunny
Sunny with a warm breeze
Breeze which makes you feel
Feel that this season
Season of warmth and flowers


Flower filling the garden
Garden where the grass is green
Green and forever growing
Growing until it needs mowing
Mowing which Iʼll gladly do
Do as long as I can live in summer

Archipelago 3

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“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago

There in the distance
A small cottage glistens
An image on top of the cool waters surface
Is it a mirage or made on purpose?

Once you have crossed that bridge
Taken the jump over the ledge
You have finally arrived to a place
Where nothing move, and everything stays

Always the same, maybe a tad lame
For some, this is a challenge, a game
Of survival of the fittest
But some of us just enjoy, the balance

Silence, roar, sun, storm
Changes so mild, even if the nature is wild
Human, animal, all equal
And just maybe, there will be sequel

Archipelago 2

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Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago

A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter

Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal

Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle

Archipelago 1

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“Surrounded by water, what could be better?” Gun Roswell

Archipelago 

What, do you see?
Rock, and the eternal sea?
Or something else?
A dream?

Harsh life on an island
Nothing to keep you smiling
No grass, no trees
Blues, greys as far as you can see

Maybe so,
But before you step in that dingy and row
There is much more than sorrow
If you can let some time borrow

The nature wild and rough
Most of it still untouched
The wildlife may wary
Hope you wont get scary

Of birds a flocking
Especially when you’re cooking
And then plentiful sun
Under that surely some fun

But remember the changing weather
Better buckle up with a tether
When the cool storms hit
Then you really are up for shit!