Bike Hike

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“Nothing like a ride, on a bike, during the spring time”

Gun Roswell

Bike Hike

When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long

Blue and the lighthouse

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“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell

Blue and the lighthouse

The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night

It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel

A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer

The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

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“I used to twat a lot, until the bird was crushed, by an the letter x no less” Gun Roswell

Social Media? It’s a social construct I assume?

I the platform formerly known as twitter
Had suddenly found themselves in a bit of a pickle
The users always having been quite fickle
Suddenly the lot of them turning bitter!

Those crowds, always oh so very loud
Finding their consolation in other places
Regrouping the darkest corners of the internets
But those kinds of places usually have bad effects
 
 So, what now to do, when the option is to lose
All those mostly faceless and anonymous friends of the world?
The shared memories of whatever topic, fandom or chat disappearing
Into the bits and bytes unknown heaven?

Maybe pick up a book or go out for a walk?
Maybe even spend some time with the family estranged and distraught
Just a few suggestions to rid of the anxiety caused by the FOMO kicking in
The fear of missing out an all those unimportant and useless things!

Becuase the bird have finally flown out of its nest
Most likely dropped out with a stone as though like a pest
Now the big corporation ruling the world, or so I’ve heard
Surely not a surprise, even if not nice, alas, just try, to breathe

The world really did not end, now did it?

A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)

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“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
 
 A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)
 
 Sitting, quietly, even prettily
 In the green grass, so waste
 Looking more, like a pool so long
 Continued, to infinity and beyond 
 
 The total power, of summer
 Grew up, with the answer
 Of what is, the meaning of it all
 Nothing, but flowers of course
 
 Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
 Which will make your heart openly sing
 Colours, odours, can be all yours
 For a moment at least, consider a lease
 
 All the summer long!

Open season at the beach

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“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 Finding an empty sun bed
 On this tine beach end
 Did not seem so difficult today
 What a pleasant surprise, I said 
 As I hauled my weary ass
 Off from the green grass
 
 Into the middle of the sandy beach
 Choosing the best seat
 Laying my fat tired head
 On to the sunny side bed
 Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
 As long as anyone will me let

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo

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“The sun has a halo now? Just, wow!” Gun Roswell

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo
 
 Like a vortex, it emerged
 Around the sun it lurched
 A halo of some sort
 Spreading, all across
 The skies forever blue
 Constantly changing the hue
 
 The bigger it was getting
 But still the rays through letting
 The warmth and the light
 Never seen anything so bright
 Definitely a divine origin
 With no ending nor beginning

On a balloon ride I fly (two)

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“Rising towards the blue skies, ever higher, flying all through the darkening night” Gun Roswell


On a balloon ride I fly (two)

Balloons of many a size
All into the air, will soon rise
Some of them made for party filled with fun
While others of them up in the sky will run

Carry on a journey far and beyond
Farther than you or I may have possibly gone
By foot or bike, but oh what a ride!
In a hot air balloon, the joy you cannot hide

On a balloon ride I fly (one)

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“Ever high up, in a soft huff and slow kind of a puff “ Gun Roswell

Rising high, above the clouds
An exceptional ride I’ve chosen no doubt
A big balloon, fuelled with hot air
Someone else might run away in scare

A hot air balloon, this transport it is called
For without the fire and air, the lift off would have stalled
A giant blob of a ball piercing the tall skies

And in a tiniest of baskets, the passengers are huddled together
Knowing, their life is hanging by very narrow tethers

It’s all cool an fun when you look from below
But rising over the rooftops and clouds above
The perspective changes into a worry of a fall
Soon enough, you’re starting to huff and puff

Looking for a landing spot
From where everything looks like a dot
Finally starting to descend
Thank the deities that, all ended well

By the seaside, open wide

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“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)

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“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

A 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