“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very tempting, are nothing, compared…
“The colour is pink, yes indeed, even the window is reflecting the same true colour, the one of pink” Gun Roswell Yesterdays reflectedFrom old discarded windowsAn old shackOnce painted blackNow boasting, the colour pinkIt’s an eye sore some sayBut others, smile andIn front of it for a moment stayIt’s not useful anymoreWho knows what secretsWithin it are storedBut for now, the windowsAnd the…
“Pink they be, but pretty as can be!” Gun Roswell A sunny reminderOf the days of summerBut then we found outIt was actually SeptemberOh, what a bummer! Oh well, any ways,As long as there is no snowAnd the winds won’t blowWe won’t have a cow!
“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell Thorny yet graceful The pretty colour truly beckonedTo approach and then I reckonedTo maybe dare and touch itAs it simply looked so deliciousBut, despite the tempting coloursAnd the most heavily odourThere was a downside there as wellBecause when I leaned for it close enough to smellAnd reached…
“Friends of many colours” Gun RoswellPink friendSometimes friends come in many shapesSometimes even their colours may varySometimes you may be lucky to have a double setSometimes you’ll end up with just one really good friend But, never you mind, just try always to be kind And never, ever stop tryingBe open and inviting in the world so wideAnd who knows where those friends you’ll find
Pulla Biili, The Bun Car
“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell Pulla Biili, The Bun Car The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very…
“There is just something wrong with a sugary treat, something pure evil, and I am defeated” Gun Roswell The Evil Doughnut The tempting pink sugar coating, the glistening candy cover, there is no resisting, as long as this treat is existing, the lesser minds yielding in front of its strong power, bending to its will, just for getting the one thrill, the rush and the high, of this baked cookie…
“The rose has a name, some name, which I don’t now recall, so a rose by another name I guess” Gun Roswell The Pink Rose The thorny side neatly hidden, as it was standing there, tall, fresh and pink, ready for others to get smitten, but the sheer beauty of it all. A perfect one of the lot, and whomever it passes simply has to stop, to admire, to adore, in total awe as there really are no visible…
“It’s Monday again folks! Better buckle up tight, because we are in, for a rude ride!” Gun Roswell
Monday!
It is far too early, in the bloody hours of the morning, as I keep on yawning Rolling, out of bed, even if, I should have stayed, under the warm covers instead My head, is a total mess, and I am slowly but gradually beginning, to feel the stress Of yet another week beginning, and no,…
“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell
Pink for Monday
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…
“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell
Mundane on a Monday
Pink 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…
Posted in Throwback Thursday “Wake up and smell the roses” A Rose by any other Name You delicate little thing What joy for me you bring You landed on my desk Looking oh so statuesque You were a gift for my birthday Even though it was a workday Thanks dear work mates Bringing something great To an otherwise dreary day
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
Space Oddity
“This is Major Pink, Calling ground control, over”
“Ground control to Major Pink, We hear you loud and clear”
“Uhm, I am in a wee bit of trouble here, It seems, my pods won’t retract, over!”
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
Simply Pink
Yes, we are pink Yes, we are in sync Yes, we may stink Yes, it’s the odour of pink
No, we are not a missing link No, us, you can not drink No, we are not an inc
So, just let this all, slowly sink
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
Rhythmic
Stacked, with a rhythm By someone, with a vision It seems, like repetition But it is clearly, symbolism
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 1
A rose, painted in pink With a most delicate ink And only for a moment, it will remain But your heart, forever it will stain
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Pink Flora
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
Pink Rose 2
Faded colour Faded odour Reminiscent, of summer For it too, Will loose its colours And turn to slumber When Autumn falls
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