By the seaside, open wide


“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell

By the seaside, open wide

When the soaring sun beckons outside
It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide
To really enjoy what nature has to offer
Even if it is just a few hours to go for

So out and about, a smile on your face
Get out there and find your happy place
Whether be it the forest or the open seas
There is really no place rather to be

Than out there, somewhere, to be present
In the here and now, maybe even meeting with a cow
Spend the time with a friend
Because you’ll never know, when the time ends

Alphabets in poetry (nine)


“Ring ring!”

“Pick up the receiver, answer that call! Yeah, that one! It’s an old fashion style phone!” Gun Roswell

P is for phones rarely heard or seen
An old school plug and play gadget from an movie scene
Elegant and rare, the dial plate may scare
Pick up the receiver and listen carefully
A dial tone will be played for you fully

cord attached to it like a tail
The numbers you’ll need to remember or the call will fail
None too mobile, when stuck to the wall
Reception sometimes crackles and pops, during some calls

Alphabets in poetry (eight)

“An old school kind of a vessel, travelling on the rails no less, a tram they call it!” Gun Roswell


is for the trams of the streets
Using electrical power to feed
Step onboard the old school transport
Into the past you’ll teleport
Travel around the city in style
Going slowly it may take a while
Observe the sights and people
When going home, tales you’ll have a handful

Alphabets in poetry (seven)

“Flowers thar be in the fields, at least until this summer season ends” Gun Roswell


is for pretty white flowery things
Which in the warm summer wind sing
Swaying gently in the rhythm of the tune
Watchers young and old alike star to swoon
Flowers growing in the garden
Flowers on the side of the streets
White mixed with a lot of green
Nature giving us a artistic showing

Alphabets in poetry (six)

“Take a dive, into the cooling waters oh so very fine, the liquid surely to heal any ailments” Gun Roswell


P is for pool life so sublime
Sunshine and feeling just fine
Diving or laying, this is easy living
A holiday time spent chilling
When the sun hits high noon
It time to get wet in the blue cool
Swimming from end to end
Maybe, in the water, the rest of the spend

Alphabets in poetry (five)

“The night sky is getting a reddish hue, not the usual blues tonight!” Gun Roswell


H is for half of the moon over the roof tops
Every now and again it there pops
The circular motion never stops
Filling the night skies with bright light
Never again having the darkness to fright
The moon protecting even at half power
Letting us n the star dust shower
But even with all is might
It has to leave, before the early sunlight

Alphabets in poetry (four)


“The moon is always hanging there, forever present” Gun Roswell

M is for the moon in the night sky, with its better half trying to hide
Picturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smile
An ancient rock filled with mystery
Also known to be causing mass hysteria
During its rounds when it’s at is fullest
Certainly a vision never the dullest
Keep on eye on its eternal cycles
Round and round the earth, with a speed most wildest

Alphabets in poetry (three)


“Travel the wide world, wherever you may end up hurled, enjoy the life, the history, even the strife” Gun Roswell

A is for the Acropolis, the once metropolis
For the ancient profits and their students
Carved from stone and marble, considered a priceless jewel
After several millennia, the structure still standing
With thousands of people it’s internals flocking
Take a climb on a hot summer day, thousands of steps along the way
On top of the tallest mountain, you’ll find the precious fountain
It may not give you eternal youth, but it’s own unique truth

Alphabets in poetry (two)

“Coffee, never could say no to a single cup of the stuff, or a few more of them” Gun Roswell


C is for coffee so good and delightful
When you drink it it’s almost freight full
After one, there is the other, loosing count, then back to null
Getting hooked on the sweetest of drinks
Can be as mind blowing as letting the liquid sink
Coffee is the thing, which makes your heart want to sing
Drink it alone, drink it in company, drink it where ever you go

Alphabets in poetry (one)

“There is poetry in everything” Gun Roswell


“A doughnut a day, will make you slay?” Gun Roswell

D is for doughnuts never to pass by
They may be fattening and you’ll end up in a sigh
Just eat, enjoy, take another and smile
Tomorrow is another day for hardship and strife
Let the sugar and cream make you feel good inside
For sometimes it’s good to let it go and enjoy life