Wing side, high above the clouds

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“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell

Wing side, high above the clouds

Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Yellow

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“Yellow is the new orange” Gun Roswell

Yellow

Yellow is my colour 

Yellow is my odour

Yellow is the one to adore

Yellow, not much more

Yellow is for a flower

Yellow is for the wall

Yellow, on a bathroom stall

Yellow, the colour of spring

Yellow for the fellow

Yellow for the lady

Yellow can be a helluva

Colour for a baby

Yellow is bright

Yellow is fresh

Yellow will make you smile

Yellow, what else!

Yellow ride

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“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell

Yellow ride

The yellow ride

On the road side

A motorised bike

Something to like 

Yellow in colour

Certainly not the duller

Rent it for an hour

With only one dollar

Ride it with gusto

Is an absolute must

Down the hillside

It easily slides

Up the street

In a rhythmic beat

Go as fast as you can

Without caring a damn

When the hour

Is finally over

You still feel the power

Of the little scooter

That could

Vortex (Haiku)

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“Deep diving into black coffee” Gun Roswell

Vortex (Haiku)

Jump into the dark liquid

Let the vortex carry you far away 

Later, drink it for happiness

Visitor pass

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“Just visiting, passing through, no issues!” Gun Roswell

Visitor pass

Taking the chance

For an old place to visit

A visitors pass

Was actually needed

Checking out the sites

As the sun was shining bright

All the familiar faces

And some new ones

A chat and a cup of coffee

Someone even offered toffee

A bite of cake along side

Everyone in big smiles

It lasted only a while

But sometimes it’s good

To go back if you could

Nothing lasts forever

Except great memories

In our eternal dreams

Thinking

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“Thinking hard or hardly moving one thought?” Gun Roswell

Thinking

Mind in full spin-cycle

As my thoughts its trying to tackle

I feel like i am about to chuckle

But then lost in another puzzle

My brain is trying to hustle

The Waters Edge

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“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell

The Waters Edge

The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear

Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull

That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill

Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas 

Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels

And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay

Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies

You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay 

In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day 

The Ugly Hat (Haiku)

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“A hat, in the colours of a rainbow” Gun Roswell

The Ugly Hat (Haiku)

Hat so ugly, you smile

Colours too bright, mother, got the fright

Only ware if you dare

The sunset and the beach

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“The cliche of the sunset? Well, it just gets me every time. I simply love it!” Gun Roswell 

The sunset and the beach

Hanging on the sandy beach late in the eve, watching as the last rays are trying to reach each and every surface. Reflections on the glass blurring, the last rays of the brightly lit sun fading as the darkness is slowly but gently taking over the light of day. But for a moment they will still stay, frozen in mid air and everywhere, painting the skies in all the colours, then ending in bright red, before the time of returning once again, to their respective beds. 

One final glance, one final chance to catch the gorgeous display before it has gone, disbursed into the fading glow leaving the night to take over. But there is no worries for the onlooker however, as a guaranteed scene of similar magnitude will return again after this night and the next day is over, a new spectacle will be there and give that same sensation the observers do yearn, a gift from Mother Nature, for all of us worshippers of her great skills coming out to play and throwing a sunset party each and every day again and again.

So thank you and see you, later!

Pink on a Window

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“Painted in a bright colour, nothing odd about it” Gun Roswell

Pink on a Window

Yesterdays reflected
From old discarded windows
An old shack
Once painted black
Now boasting, the colour pink
It’s an eye sore some say
But others, smile and
In front of it for a moment stay
It’s not useful anymore
Who knows what secrets
Within it are stored
But for now, the windows
And the doors
Remain locked of course
And maybe someday
You may find the key
Which unlocks them all