London for WWW I seven

Posted on January 10, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“There’s nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere” Vivienne Westwood

London

A true marvel
Is the London harbour
A jewel in a marble

A Quote A Week Tuesday

Posted on January 9, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in A Quote A Week Tuesday

“Life, is better, in Flip Flops!”‘

Mundane Monday: Dark Side of the Odd

Posted on January 8, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Mundane Monday

“Welcome to the dark side”

Dark Side of the Odd

There in the corner it stood
Like something from the tales of the odd
Or maybe, it was just misunderstood

Seat Sunday: A Bench to Sit on I four

Posted on January 7, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Seat Sunday

“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

continued next week

Cats ans Dogs for Caturday I one

Posted on January 6, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Caturday

“Dogs are my favorite people” Richard Dean Anderson

Cats ans Dogs

Cats and Dogs
Put them in a box
What secrets untold
Before you unfold
When the box is opened
Only keep hoping
There is no other agenda
Are they friends or enemies
Or just plain frenemies
That is the age old dilemma
Of Cats and Dogs

Clockwork Apple for Freaky Friday I one

Posted on January 5, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Freaky Friday

“There’s no rule
that says you have to make records constantly,
like clockwork,
to continue being who you are”
Daron Malakian

Clockwork Apple

The Apple

If you’ve eaten a red apple
A hold of you it will grapple
There is no use to struggle
For the Evil Queen known to few
Has gotten, a tight hold on you

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word for TBT

Posted on January 4, 2018 by Gun Roswell

Posted in Throwback Thursday

“Trust dies but mistrust blossoms” Sophocles

Mistrust is such an Ugly Word

My poor little mistrusting thing
Think ,what joy a friend may bring
Together sharing your precious blings
Laughing when playing in the swing

Trust is a difficult thing
You say quicker than the clock could ding
I am afraid of the sting
Even if it means alone I would sing

Your world may not always be on a string
And you may not always be the king
But if you want that bell to ring
Spread out far your wings
And in the chorus you may sing