Airport hustle 

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“Doing the airport hustle”Gun Roswell

Airport hustle 

A very long and exhausting trip ahead
Wishing you had stayed home instead
Sitting at the airport cafeteria sipping coffee
Wishing this time for something stronger in front of me

But alas nothing of that nature is served in this establishment Trying hard to figure out away from this torment 

Then a small group of people pass me by In what looks like a conga line
First reaction is to think they are really high But as the ask to join with a big smile 

Who am i some fun to deny? 

So, here I am doing the airport hustle And forgotten is all the other hassle! 

Waters Edge 

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“Water is refreshing, either drink or shower in it!” Gun Roswell

Waters Edge 


You can clearly hear the roar

From the simple water fall

Wherefrom the fresh water pours

Dip in your toe

Feel the tickling foam

Thinking, to the beach roam 

The idea of cooling water

All over your heated body

Quickly, on the street storming 


The ocean beckons

When the dawn reckons

Finding your place, in mere seconds

Sandy shores, for the eyes sore 

The waters, hitting the rocks, soar

All you need is a boat with oars

Spend a day or a short while

The scenery is sure to make you smile

And only thing wasted is time


Waves washing to the shore 

Like in some ancient lore

Watching, feeling, this feeling

Nothing to be bought from a store

Woody (Haiku)

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“A bike of wood?”But, can you peddle it?” Gun Roswell

Woody (Haiku)

City bike street side stands

Made for rental and out of wood

Ride it fast and slow 

Written on the run

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“A poem doesn’t have to rhyme right? I mean it’s just fine, with words after another?” Gun Roswell

Written on the run

I wrote this thing on the run

So it may not be that much fun

It may not even rhyme

You see I lost my glasses and cannot see too fine

But as the good doctor prescribed

A poem a day would keep me just fine

So I need to scribble what ever pops into my mind

Even if it is without any kind of rhyme

For who am I

To argue against a professional

Otherwise it would take some kind of confessional

To put all out there

Which inside my head fares

So no this little ditty is totally done

Forgive me for any and all intended puns

I simply could not resist

Otherwise this poem would not exist

And so, I am quite finished (and Finnish)

Just had to put that out there

To excuse all them typos you might at glare!

Yellow Bikes

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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 silent stones which can tell it al

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“It might be written in stone, but as long as you can read it, then totally do!“ Gun Roswell

The silent stones which can tell it all

There is hidden wisdom, right there in plain sight, written on the hardest of stones

By those who lived their very lives and have eves since gone beyond the rim forth

Wherever you look, the piles of discarded stones from that past, the words were carved 

Perhaps by poor artists starved after having their say, right there, out there, on display

But if you choose to read said writing, and take it to your heart, well, it is really up to you

The choice to follow the perhaps wise words, from those gone before, maybe you should

Because history always keeps on repeating itself, and learning from the past mistakes

Well, you might be better off with the knowledge what did go wrong so long ago

And then apply to your current day life and if you are lucky enough, maybe, you won’t

Be the one to stumble up front, rather the one surviving the bad times and beyond

Just saying there are wise words out there written in stone, so read them, you cannot go wrong!

Coffee, please and always double

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“There is always time for coffee, and then some more coffee after that” Gun Roswell 

Coffee, please and always double

The cup of in single, is never enough, especially when it is time to mingle, among the other coffee lovers, then definitely the cup size needs to be double, if not even triple!

As there really is no such thing as too much coffee, and it won’t last long, when moving along the crowd yapping on about, well, what else could it be about, than coffee!

What else is there? Life as we know it would certainly suck without his fine organic suspension every devised. As it does give you a smile or at least a big fat grin, as coffee might just be a sin!

Solarised when at the poolside

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“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell

Solarised when at the poolside

The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!

The seating with the blues

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“The weather is quite blue, the skies, the ocean all in the same hue, so why not a seat too!” Gun Roswell 

The seating with the blues

The day started under signs of calming and wonder, as the skies indicated nothing but blue hues all the way, reflecting the mood, if not so down, then at least no up or downward frowns, only thoughts of could be’s and what if’s in the mind, as good days or positive thoughts seemed to have been hard to find, at least lately, despite the calm of the surrounding blue to be found most times, as the blues was the constant for most days.

So, on this day, taking a chance, without too much of a stance, as resistance usually was on the futile end, as said, most days, behaving more like a Borg drone than anything else was the mode of operandi. Still, today it all seemed somewhat different and up beat even on many levels, because today’s promise of sunny day, under the shade and in a remote seat, in the colour of blue, was the premise made to lure out there, outside of the house.

So, headed out, without, further doubt, heading set to the destination coordinates and with that in mind, setting aside all fear, content on getting to the blue hued seating area soon enough and then enjoying the day without further though of being out there, fear gone, disappeared to the soothing, of blue.

The cat with the blues

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“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell 

The cat with the blues

The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.

So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.

And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.