Black as in a Cat

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“The colour of black looks really great on a mysterious cat” Gun Roswell

Black as in a Cat

In need of something so cool, something quite sleek, something or someone, so totally deep.

Well, look no longer, as there she is, standing right there, in the middle of the busy street!

It is the black cat, of course, smart as that, all dressed in the latest fashion, well, yes, black!

And despite her being, well, a cat, she is well aware of looking good but, still, feeling laid back.

She is the model, pun intended, for each and every street dweller, her looks turning heads.

Human and animal alike, this black dressed feline will elicit smiles, as she all of them passes by.

Strutting in her slender paws, no one who has seen her can’t but stand it utter awe.

As this fashion forward cat of the streets, keeps on going with her head held high and eyes in a wink.

Bike Ride

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“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell

Bike Ride

On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away

Blue moment on the waters edge

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“The blue moment arrived, and as I looked out my window, I finally smiled” Gun Roswell

Blue moment on the waters edge

The daily grind, had finally ended
It was at that time, I stopped pretending
No more worries, no more work
At least not until, tomorrow’s birth

The sun had gone, after shining for far too long
And the others, the stars and the moon, not yet born
Only this, peaceful calm and cool moment remained
As all of us, in this time and space, existed the same

The blue had now descended, for us mere mortals lended
A place to rejoice and shed all else, our souls to be mended
Alas not long lasting is this, only a fraction of total bliss
Soon enough the clock starts ticking, the time again beginning

But for a moment there
I felt the burning flares
Of the total blueness
Where I, myself, do exist

Blue, Green and Yellow

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“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell

Blue, Green and Yellow

When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget

Eternal

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“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell

Eternal

The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek

Blue bug

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“Driving, in retro style” Gun Roswell

Blue bug

In the street corner
A blue lonely bug
Just wanted a hug
Or a driver to take
On a road trip near a lake

Painted in blues
In all shades and hues
She matched the skies
But were her expectations too high
For where could she find
That one person so kind
Now all she could do is cry

A little while later
When all hope was almost lost
A tiny girl in pig tails
Turned up and stopped
She asked the tiny car,
Clearly very scared

“Why so sad
The sun is shining clouds are blue
Just like you
Shouldn’t you be glad?”

The bug answered:
“I am old
It makes me cold
Not fashionable
Nor lovable
Cannot find one soul
Who would drive me
To the lake or sea”

The little girl felt bad
Then had an idea and laughed:
“Have no fear
I’ll drive you my dear
Alone no more
Neither sore”

She then hopped into the bug
Luckily she was small because the bug was quite snug
Driving together to the sunset
Never each other going to let

Blue and the Seat

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“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell

Blue and the Seat

As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

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“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell

Bike ride gone oh so very wrong

Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken

No time to digress

The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now

Forgotten

Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong

Cannot help but laugh

It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold

Totally so, without hesitation

One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse

Ending up, in a hearse

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Seaside

Sun And Fun

Summer

Poetry

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

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“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”