The Curious Cat

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“The curious cat, by the poolside sat and stared at the glimmers in the water, but did not dare to step in“ Gun Roswell 

The Curious Cat

The white coloured cat, by the glimmering poolside sat, on a sunny day at that, wondering about all them white spots, which its curiosity stirred, staring so hard that its vision soon blurred. It was not daring to go chasing after them damned spots though, even if they taunted the small feline to no end. After so many moments simply glaring, it made the b-line, towards the shadowy shelter beneath the trees. After all, chasing bright white lights for a while, was a heavy duty job, and even if it had now stopped, it was difficult to concentrate on the darkness, as them glimmering lights, over on the poolside, kept calling. So, without further time stalling, the curious cat, decided to take another look, as it was totally hooked. Coming back from hiding, it tried all the bright lights to find again, but, overcast, had caused the sun to disappear and the surface of the water, was totally clear. Huffing and puffing for a moment, the cat kept on looking around, but none of the cheerful dots of lights again finding, deciding, it was time, for a well deserved nap. After all, it was hard work, chasing them spots, even, if they had all gone away now.

Archways to some new places

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“Exploring the unknown, through the many open entrances, archways and other kinds of open doors” Gun Roswell

Archways to some new places

Make the choice, if you haven’t already, and do, step through, the archway of a doorway to the unknown. There is nothing more adventurous than to embrace the new, coming through, this mysterious doorway, the ancient archway, the highway, to many adventures, across the ages, so feel free, to be, quiet daring and go already! The door is closing soon, just before the turn of noon, so make it quick or you will miss this once in a lifetime opportunity. But hey, don’t take my word of this all, as you may or may not have a ball, while travelling through the means of this, mystery portal, to whatever lands or vistas your imagination may inspire, and then you will be spending your life on the wire, but then again, you could end up on some alien world, as the portal by mistake had you hurled. Never mind, just try to be kind and keep in mind, this is an adventure of all time, so embrace it all, with a fine-toothed smile, or at least, a small smirk.

Moonrise after sunset

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“The moonrise, something which always makes me smile, even if I love the sunset, but then again, which is better, I cannot really decide“ Gun Roswell

Moonrise after sunset

Sometime after the sun has been setting, and itself to a state of sleep letting, the moon is slowly rising, just there, across the horizon. Its light still faint and bland, nothing compared to the suns shine so grand. But, it does not matter, as its good to dwell in the hazy light, at least, for the length of the night. Dozing off for a moment, and when sleep eludes, then best bet, is to take a glance at the moon. It will make the onlooker smile, even if it is just a crest for tonight. But when it gets to its fullest, then better watch out, as the night sky is never at the dullest. Keep staring at the moon light, at least, once a night and there will never be any doubt or fright, of your path not being lit up, what ever the time. The sun may brighten your days, but the moon will keep your nights in a low level daze, as it truly, has its own flare.

On the streets of Paris 3

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“Strolling down the lane of memories once again and landed in Paris, the city of lights and spring“ Gun Roswell

On the streets of Paris 3

Whether you will want to walk the distance or take a bike or the famous metro to your designated destination, you can totally do any of them ways without hesitation. All safe and good for the environment of course and all of the methods will set you great on your course of action that is. And this is not simply to please, those climate conscious people like you and me, rather it is a fun way to stroll the streets. I am talking about walking naturally, but mostly, riding a communal and fun coloured bike, which you can rent without even a sigh. Easy as pie, as you can drive, all they long, and even getting the exercise there, with your legs getting more and more strong each pedal push you make.

Then for the lazy types, but still conscious minds, there is the ultimate way to travel, and that is underground with the metro system. Yes get down there and see it all to come unravelled in front of your very eyes, the most advanced transport for all the times. No, kidding here of course, as it is rather an old method of transport to say the least, but then again, modernised for your comfort of sorts, as it may get pretty hot in the summer months, deep down in the underground. But hey, it’s cheap and fast and fun so never mind, just get that ticket and hop on that, well, train! You can get off at any stop, visit the museums, sights and shops, it’s gay Paris after all, so go git, have a ball (that means fun time), winter, spring, summer or yeah, even fall!

Blue, Bluer, Bluest

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“Cool, calming, ever so charming, is the water, in the colour of blue or basically, any other hue will do” Gun Roswell

Blue, Bluer, Bluest

Water reflecting the surrounding blue skies and the ocean hues, on to the surface, of the small pool, situated on the patio, painted in blue. The pools so totally small it only fits one person at the time, which is all, just fine, as I really do want to be, left alone. At least, for the very moment, when I am feeling blue, brooding, within my few thoughts, which is really not a lot, but still, something, telling when surrounded, by all the blue. I really do enjoy, the blueness of it all, the water, the sky, the painted WHY on the wall. The colour of my t-shirt, jeans and even my eyes, all blue as am I. What ever it is, it’s gotta be blue, the coolest, and most calming hue. Like that of water. Water so fine, it is almost divine and that, makes me smile, even if I am so totally blue, it is almost transforming my very being to a translucent cool blue hue. But, more the blues, is really not that bad, as it does not have to be sad. Just blue, bluer and then I am turning to the bluest of them all.

The Thrift Shop

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“Someone else’s trash is another person’s useful object, at least, that is what they say, so go and check out your local thrift store, who knows what treasures you may find!” Gun Roswell

The Thrift Shop

The spring sprung out of nowhere with a warming sunlight. In its’ wake the shops of every kind opened their long since closed gates. It was that time of the year, when a new spring in the step, lead you outside without fear. And for all the new adventures waiting out there, there is still some time to spare and spending that, inside of a house? Well, some might say time is a wasted, but hey, at this time of the year, the shopkeepers and sellers, usually bring their best stuff outside, to the world open wide. So, do, go, visit the endless tables at the street sale or yard sale or flee market, what ever is the name you prefer for these types. You might find some real treasures out there, or simply a nice dress which brings you to the spring fair and then you will be the prettiest of them all there. And that is the best kind of reward, right?

Star Trek – First Contact Day #StarTrek – from The Tony Burgess Blog

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First Contact Day was a holiday celebrated to honor both the warp 1 flight of the Phoenix and first open contact between Humans and Vulcans on April …

Star Trek – First Contact Day #StarTrek

Easter Time

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“Easter time, which might just be the only time it’s okay to put all of your eggs in one basket, am I right?” Gun Roswell

Easter Time

After all them painted eggs and painted faces

The littlest of the witches ever so nervously paces

Since soon, out the there, into the wide unknown world

She needs to go, fly, like a small bird

Why?

Simply, and just because

For, at least now, there will be a pause

When the celebration of Easter time

Will soon enough, be over – fine

Until next year then

When she a little more time can spend

With us mere mortals

On this other side, of the portal

Cat in stripes

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“Cats in stripes, lead the hive“ Gun Roswell

Cat in stripes

The minute cat,
On the street sat
Covered, in thin black stripes
The passers by, with her keen eye
She totally spies
She may look small
Just, like a pocket size doll
But do not let that you fool
She is smart with some tools
Her claws so sharp
Will out of their hiding dart
As soon as she feels threatened
Or he litter someone else beckons
For she is the leader
The best achiever
For her and hers’
So let out the ropes of your tight purse
To the nearest shop
Quickly trot
By plenty a cans of tuna
And get back here sooner
Feed the striped cat
And be prepared for a lap
Purr she will you reward
Of this, small gift of love

The Three Witches of Easter Time

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

The Three Witches of Easter Time

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind which
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that may can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side