“Yellow is the new orange” Gun Roswell
Yellow
Yellow is my colour
Yellow is my odour
Yellow is the one to adore
Yellow, not much more
Yellow is for a flower
Yellow is for the wall
Yellow, on a bathroom stall
Yellow, the colour of spring
Yellow for the fellow
Yellow for the lady
Yellow can be a helluva
Colour for a baby
Yellow is bright
Yellow is fresh
Yellow will make you smile
Yellow, what else!
The yellow bikes are beckoning for a ride” Gun Roswell
Yellow Bikes
The city’s yellow painted two wheeled drives
Came out with the spring and with a great smile
The brightness competing with only the sun
As the bright yellow bikes stand there waiting for some fun
The passers by soon will get some ideas
Hoping on them and riding away with smiles
And as the day progresses on in time
The bike park will soon be empty on the dime
All the yellow bikes now filling both parks and the streets
As all them riders are following that ride worthy beat
Loud ruckus like laughter filling the waves of air
As nothing and no one can deny this bike ride filled cheer
“The colours simply inviting, to take a seat, even if it might be, in the middle of a busy street“ Gun Roswell
Yellow and Orange for Seat Sunday
The streets of the small city, not really something too giddy, simply a stop on a route of a larger tour, trying to pack in as much to see as possible
But, the quaint and colourful respites all around the city’s streets, might just peek, the curiosity, to either find more of them, or then, to simply take a load off, after all, the tour is rather tough
Whether you will find more of these seats, spread across the many and narrow streets, rest assured, those snaps you might just have clicked, will be the source of plenty of likes, perhaps on the internets, or simply at a long evening’s travel recap
“The sun is rising, again! Surprise! It does that every morning, even if it’s not always visible! Besides, the sun is just there, it’s the Earth that rotates! Duh!“ Gun Roswell
Yellow Sunrise
The sun rises from the east, even if it in the wrong place from where I stand, looking more like west, but then again, what do I know, says they with a great big frown, confused as ever, but not trying to clever, well, not really. But perhaps.
But, the slight tint of yellow there, not the red or orange, but rather the original(?) colour of the sun, at least when depicted on some cartoonish display, a drawing perhaps, something done way back when, in the very childhood, when cartoons still were fun?
Well, it does not really matter, as standing here on the beach, eyes wide, or at least I try, despite the really early hour, as watching the sunrise, just keeps pulling out that smile, hiding in there somewhere for most of the year, week, day and hour, because honestly, I am pretty sour a person most of the time.
“Sometimes it only takes one dime to make that important connection… at least it did in the olden times, now if seems to be so much easier?” Gun Roswell
A phone call away
Pick up the phone, the one you are always grabbing in your hold anyway
It’s as easy as that, just press on the numbers on the surface flat
And if you don’t remember the exact ones, the there is a place of fun
Where to find all kinds of missing, called google of plenty a things
Make the connection finally even if it has been a long while
It will all be all worth the short while in the end,
With just a moment on the line with someone important to spend
“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.
“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 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.
“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.
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Yellow,
flower power!”
The Yellow Flower Gang
We are a gang, made of material tough
But we never, have to play it rough
You may hear us say some odd stuff
We may have to say, ‘that’s enough’
But never out of spite but out of love
Rantings Of A Third Kind 