Some Kind of Yellow

“The summer brings forth all kinds of colours, and some of them are yellows” Gun Roswell

Some Kind of Yellow

The yellow flower alone stood, solemn, alone and proud, even in its own quietness still quite loud.

After all, it was a pretty little thing, it’s thorns adding a sting, to anyone daring to touch at least too much.

But as long as it was flowering, its petals glowing, with the yellow of the sun, looking like a lot of fun, nobody cared it was prickly.

As the beauty admired from a far, was as good as nothing at all, the summer brining out the best in all created ones.

Yellow and Green

“Summer is filled with all kinds of colours, but guess the yellow and green ones are the most admired, simply because they are the most reminiscent of summer“ Gun Roswell

Yellow and Green

The flowers in bright yellow, as if positioned against the green of the meadow, posing there for a picture perfect stare.

But it wasn’t all these pretty flowers and green grasses were, not for those loving the summer, it’s freshness, warmth and sunny glares.

The fluffy clouds and blue skies, running outside without too much in clothing wise, as the colours beckoned from the window seen, all of those yellows and greens, never in winter time seen.

The ol’yellow house

“The old house painted in flashy colours, inviting to say the least, so let’s step inside and see, what the fuss is all about” Gun Roswell 

The ol’yellow house

Step right in, it’s open house today, all of this gorgeous yellowness is on for display, take a good look all around too see what interesting things in the ol’ yellow house can be found. After all this an archaic house, filled with hidden traits, trinkets and such, just at the very reach for those whom carefully seek. So, don’t get so bleak, rather step through the door and see what the yellow house has in store for you this time around.

Take a chance while you can, as the ol’ yellow house, might just be but a dream, not really what it seems and do, gone before you realize, as you walk through that door and take a  good long stroll around the whole thing, it may be round like a ring, or then square like the box in, well town’s square. But whatever you can imagine, it will be there waiting there for you and so, stay a while, to get that smile on your face, because the next thing which will happen is, that you will wake up and  it’s all gone. No more yellow house as it was all a simple dream.

Take a ride on the yellow bike 

“I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my yellow bike anywhere I like” Gun Roswell 

Take a ride on the yellow bike 

The day starting strong and nothing can go wrong, especially as soon as I have my ride set. So, trotting down to the nearest bus stop by the railway station for said asset to get. As I had already decided, this was a day riding and nothing from it was me stopping. Not on this day anyway.

A few minutes of walk and I can already see that one bright spot of the day, the yellows gleaming through the trees, and I know this is what I seek and then grinning like a freak I start to run, because I know this will be so much fun and a great day out. So much so it warranted a shout!

Quickly arriving to the parking lot of those two wheelers there stacked on top of each other and it’s just a matter of picking one up, inserting my card, as this is an operation smart and then, after picking the perfect one among many, simply on it I will hop and start riding and maybe never stop!

Now, if you are out there in the streets, just strolling in general or maybe on your way to someone meet. Then watch out for that yellows blur passing you by. It may be dangerous as it may cause you a wide smile. But hey, anything for the laughs right as I am out there, riding my yellow bike.

Dandelions (two)

Posted in Daily Photo

“Dandelions, like all things in nature are beautiful when you take the time to pay attention to them.”
― June Stoyer

Three’s a Crowd (Rap)

Did you think
That three was a crowd
Then let this in sink
We are even more loud

We are gorgeously yellow
And we really like jello
We even play the cello
Waving you hello

Word!

August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo (Three)

Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour

August Days in Espoo for Daily Photo

“August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I’ve been listening to in the late spring and summer” Henry Rollins

Yellowish

In the August days mellow
Wild flowers of yellow
Growing strong by the curve
So watch carefully where you swerve!

yellowish

Seat Sunday (2016-07-24) One

Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue

Seat Sunday (2016-07-24)

“When in Cyprus, sit like the cypriots do”

Sitting with lots of Stuff

It’s meal time
But, the table
Is not fine
Lots of stuff
Laying about
With a huff
Giving a shout

“Oi, you!
Get here
Ass in tow
Clear your grime!”

“Didn’t you hear the chime?
It’s nearly din din time,
And, my patience
Is running low
And, as far as I know
These ‘antiques’
Are just for show”

“So,
Unless you got
Something eatable
In that pot
Off with the lot
I have to put
Some grub
On the table!”

“Shut up,
Sit down
And enjoy
Your meal!”

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