The Secret Island Getaway

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“The secret cottage on an island, yes, my land, definitely (in my dreams at least!)” Gun Roswell

The Secret Island Getaway

When the world gets to much
And you are filled with such and such
You want to get away from it all
To a place hidden and very small
It may not look much
Alas, it was intended as such
A truly hidden place
Where time almost still stays
A getaway for only one
That is, maybe for some fun
There could be another added
But just for now at least
That place exist myself to please
And brains are left at the door
As soon as I stepped inside
And my foot falls on the floor
This is the secret of secrets
And there are never any regrets
Of coming here
Even if it is so very near
The hidden place in the shadows glum
Where only me and myself dare to slum
And if the sun would choose to shine
That is also very fine
This place of hidden is not defined
By weather, mood, even smiles

Bike Ride Day, Everyday

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“Ride on a Sunday, ride on any day, just jump on your bike and ride away!” Gun Roswell

Bike Ride Day, Everyday

It doesn’t matter what time of the year
There is no weather bad enough to fear
When your trusted bike beckons for a ride
That is the time for you to hop on and smile

Ride, ride, ride, until such time you are tired
Ride to the store or the nearest seashore
Ride until there is no more feeling of bore
Ride, along the ends, ride along the time

And when you are done riding
Hang up your bike high up on the wall
Because you, are done hiding

Phone Home, or ?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, we get taken over by what is immediately in front of us and we don’t see beyond that” Benedict Cumberbatch

phone-home

Phone Home, or ?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera

Cafe side seat

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“Seat at a cafe, there is so much to see, just down and start watching” Gun Roswell

Cafe side seat

Whether the weather allows
Take a seat, please, sit down
The cafe is just snug enough
For the two of us
Order something long lasting to drink
A coffee, and maybe even a doughnut to sink
Into the drink and then your mouth
And after the hardy snack
It is time to start on the people scout
Without prejudice, carefully watch
Each and everyone as they hop and scotch
Pass you by, like they were on the fly
Notice the details, the quirks
And then, dig deeper with your search
Each and everyone more unique
Never mind the looks or physics
They are all a work of art
To be realized sooner or later with a bark
The humans and animals of this place
Make up what we call some kind of race
But on this Sunday in this seat
For me, myself, observing them is totally neat

Cat in black and white

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“The cat’s come in all colours, even black and white!” Gun Roswell

Cat in black and white

The cat in white
With tiny black stripes
Sat perfectly still
And watched the passers by
It had no rush to leave
As it was waiting for the eve
When all the fishing boats
Would finally sail back to shore
And then to get her reward
After watching the spot
For all day long
Where the boats would dock
And that was her job
After all
She was a cat
With in white and black

Life, Island Style

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“No one, is an island, they say, but I would sure want to be alone, on an island!” Gun Roswell

Life, Island Style

When life on the shores gets too much
Since all you want to do is huff
Nothing soothes you,
Not even your favourite stuff
You simply want to get out of touch
Even the seas all might and rough
Will not deter your solution of love
Love of the life on the Island

When the days are still long
You need to stay so strong
The only thing keeping you going
Are the thoughts and images slowing
Down the pressure always growing
But then you remember again
The love of the life of the Island

Once you get there
Out in the open square
The sea and salty air
Bringing you out of all that despair
Because this, is simply the place
Where you and the seagulls stay
Here, is the love, and, the Island
And this, this is my land

Going Old School

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“Phoning home, never looked more complicated than when you had no coins to put into the slot!”
Gun Roswell

Going Old School

When the phone rang
There always was a pang
Heart skipping
Before finally dipping
To the cool and calm
Answer mode of yesteryear

“Roswell residence, lady of the house speaking”

The conversations often polite
There was no need for shout
The telephone remained in the same old place
Where the books with plenty of names and number remained
The good old days when no one was on
Twenty four seven! Oh come on!
It was attached with a cord to the wall
Sometimes, you wanted a moment for yourself to stall
Just yanking it out, with a evil smirk
And then went on with your chores
If anyone would dare to call
The answering machine would let them know you weren’t at home

But now, those days are gone
What remains is the nostalgia of something odd
The old telephone device
In a home museum resides
And picking up the call
On this new and nice smart phone

“Hell no!”

Pressing decline
And hey, I am felling just fine!

Architecture in Monochrome

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“Tall and statuesque, the building made of glass and steel, the skies pierce with shear will”
Gun Roswell

Architecture in Monochrome

The greater beauty of the tall high rise
Is when something from the corner of an eye spies
The reflections from the higher skies
The mere stunning light of the sun shine

The colours may have faded
Into a few black and white shades
Some would even call it grey
But the impact remains the same

The tall buildings built in the present
Having the most of the times essence
Looking up in awe in feeble human existence
Standing before us all, without pretense

The modern marvels in monochromatic view
Never disappointing, never leaving in blues
Piercing the skies, this tall high rise
It has a face and a photogenic smile

Happy Face!

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“For today, I am wearing my happy face” Gun Roswell

Happy Face!

Today, is a good day
Today, I am in a good mood
Today, is not like yesterday
Today, I am wearing
My happy face

Today, I try so hard
Today, I am being smart
Today, I am carefree
Today, gladness only I feel
With my happy face

Today, I am not complaining
Today, I contemplating
Today, life is a solemn joy
Today, I will only try with
Me and my happy face

Today, I won’t say no
Today, I will take things slow
Today, I am the best I can
Today, and tomorrow, I will try to
Keep on, my happy face

Today, I made promises
Today, I will keep them
Today, I will change
Today, I am myself
And form now on
I will keep on, my happy face

Mundane Monday creeping in

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“It’s always darkest, on a Monday” Gun Roswell

Mundane Monday creeping in

Looking out the window
Cannot find a rainbow
Closing all the curtains
Feelings of uncertain
The weather I cannot bend
But at least I can pretend
Turning on all
The colourful lights
In my mind
It is white and bright
At least before it’s time
To make my way outside
And face, the Mundane Monday