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“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
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“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!
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“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 Haiku
“Today I am feeling so blue” Gun Roswell
Blue moon
The skies are blue as
Is the mind of a traveler, sitting
Wing side of a plane
Destination unknown, the dreamer looks
Outside the small window, the stars are
Dotting the pale night sky
What ever waits on the
Other side is just a guess, an
Adventure, but for now, content
To look at the soothing
Skies, before the sun rise, it all
Seems calm, before the storm
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“Cats, the rulers of the world” Gun Roswell
Cat of Saturday
Sitting on a chair, this
Is my lair, I am the cat
In white hair, look at
Me now, and before me
Bow, I am the ruler of this
This seat and this street
Worship me, bring me food
And maybe if I feel like it
I will let you pet
Me, but not before its
Late, because I don’t want anyone seeing
Me being a pussy cat,
After all I have a
Reputation to maintain, and that cannot be
Stained by any hooman, ever
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“Alone at last” Gun Roswell
Alone
The last of the colours
The last of its kind, remaining until
Gone forever since it’s time
It hang there for a
While, changing its colours with the seasons
Clinging on for dear life
In wind and rain and
Storms, even pouring snow falls but now
It is time to say goodbye
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“Let’s see what lies beyond the final frontier” Gun Roswell
Alien world
Stepping inside the image, of
An alien world, at least to me
The colour palette, like something
From a child’s colouring book
Leaving the real world behind, entering whit
An open mind, never looking
Back, there is no return
Once the door closes, but I am
Determined to spend my life
Exploring this wondrous and dangerous
World, on my own, maybe meeting with
Some natives, who really knows
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“The tiniest of trucks, does the job” Gun Roswell
Tiny truck
Tiny truck, often was mocked
For being so small, what could it
Really haul? The others kept
It taunting, almost to a
Point of haunting, until one day it
Had had enough, it got
Really tough, went out to
Get a big pack of stuff, so
Big, it almost was lost
Under the great big haul
But alas, with a huff and puff
The tiny truck, proved them
All, who really really wrong
They had been and until this day
The heroics are told by
The tiny truck that could
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