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Poetry Rail Transport Travel

Wait

#fowc #wait

Time passes slowly

As you sit waiting for the train

To come rolling down the track

And into the station

Timetable isn’t friendly

It’s saying it’s on its way

So to distract you from the empty arrival

Your sat with your radio on play

And each tick that follows tock

Seems to be on a lock

As you wait for whoever forlorn

Listening out for the diesel trains horn

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Acrostic Industrial

Refuse

Salford, 22nd January 2020

#fowc #refuse

Two definitions for this word fandango’s provided – so I cobbled them together in this

feel free to comment.

Recycling Refuse!

Refusing to recycle your rubbish ?

expect a spot of bother

for if you don’t follow the bin men’s advice

until you do so, the bin will just

sit there – full to the brim of stuff that should be turned into something else

expect an extra invoice when they send a bigger rubbish truck!

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Poetry

Muddy Trenches

#Promptuarium

These canals were once full

Boats and ships travelled up and down

Collecting Goods and cargo

But somewhere,

where the canal met the river

a grown up scout thought he’d have some fun

He created a dam,

by a campsite ridge

and the water stopped at the spot

Interested Beavers

Marvelled at the scouts work

as the stream dried up beyond it

Fish fled for safer spots

as the water stopped flowing

and stayed behind the wall

And sea birds stood perplexed

wandering why the water had simply

disappeared

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Acrostic Poetry Weather

Caught (in the fog)

Salford, 19th January 2020

#weather #fog

Christmas and New Year is over, but winters still here

A patchwork of heavy cloud, lies low – hiding church spires

Until it lifts – it’s difficult to get anywhere

Gravitating over roads and field alike

Hard to make out the silhouettes in the Pea Soup

The landmarks fizzle out the further they’re away

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Colours Poetry

Fern

#coloryourworld #CYW #Fern

An acrostic for the Fern Colour on Tourmalines Coloryourworld challenge

Flowing fronds of green

each one coming from a central point

reminding me of an octopus or squid –

not squelchy, but just as many arms!

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Acrostic Drink Fruit

Press

Part – time juicer of oranges

Reels out stories and photos for

England’s tabloid press – so he can

Serve up iced drinks to the masses on

Summer weekends

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Acrostic Food Fruit Poetry

Zest

Zingy is how you might call it

each pore of the citrus fruits skin

holds a little bit inside

and as your figures begin to split

the fruit’s smell contained therein

escaping into the room

where it does reside

enhancing the flavour into which you’ve just bit

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Poetry

mystery ii

Salford 30th March 2019

#freedomofexpression #iscriblr #mystery

a response to iscriblrs wonderful mystery challenge…enjoy.

A strange thing happened the other night

Under the cover of dark

Something with a sweet tooth paid us a call

He snook into the kitchen, without giving us a fright

And sitting down at my birthday cake, he did park

Having eaten his slice, he went out the door

Lighting up the kitchen , as he passed by the walls

And leaving a trail of cake crumbs on the floor

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Character Poetry Weather writing

Intruders

Salford, 21st December 2018

Melanie looked at the living room carpet

Enveloped by four soggy footprints

Local law enforcement scoured the area, but

Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits

Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they

Disappeared in the snow ❄️

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Poetry

Old friends

Salford, 14th November 2018

Memories of a mate, brought back in an instant

A blast from the past, delivered with a click

Noted – you’ve not talked for a while

Changes in address do that 

Hoping – they remember your name

Expectations raised as they recognise your face

Someone should have said – its the passing of time

Talk about the old days, in a familiar place

Engaging about others 

Round a table with Tea and cake

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Acrostic Airforce Airport IWM North Leisure Museums Photography War Winter World War II

Flight

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IWM Duxford , Cambridge, 5/6/2017

For a brief moment today,

looking around the hangar in Cambridge

I got to see the marvels of flight first hand

Great planes – from early pioneers to new planes and even spaceflight

Hoped to see something special – and I wasn’t disappointed

Tomorrow – i’ll take a look at what I captured

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Christmas Fun Holidays

Can you hear the sleigh bells yet ?

Salford, 28th November 2020

I’m not feeling particularly festive at present.

Its Dark and cold outside, as the last of November’s nights draw in

and yes, that means, the run to the festive season has already started

Tomorrow – is “Advent Sunday”, and i’m guessing the advent calendars will be on the walls of every kid in the neighbourhood.

Of course, things are slightly different with a health lockdown in place.

They’ll be lighting the first of the Advent candles at church, but we’ll all be watching from the safety of our computer screens.

I just hope, we’ll either see little blister and the nephews in and around the lifting of lockdown, or we’ll have a “Spring Christmas” when it’s safe to do so.

Perhaps , its the lack of Tinsel and a Tree in the Front Room that’s causing my spot of melancholy…..

<HEX> HEY! – I WANNA SEE THE HOGFATHER!!!!

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(Seems my computer is getting in the Christmas spirit …..)

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Food Poetry Sport Sports

Messi/Messy

#Slampoetry #writeclub

A piece of slam poetry written for the Monday Writeclub….

Chips by Inky…..created with painnt (p) Nov 2020 Inkdropk

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
A Michelin man – bobble hat and all
about to see his value fall
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last chip had passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
match programme and ticket held safely away
so why did you drop your pre-match food tray?
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause…

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Food

Gravy

#Fowc #Gravy

Good heavens! you’ll cry – its just a sauce, made from

Roasting juices of the meat cooking in the oven –

Actually, they cheer in unison – its much more than that

Vegetable water and various seasonings are mixed in too –

You might even get a flavour of the drink you’re having with your dinner

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Poetry

Raw Sienna

#CYW #Rawsienna

Brown as the earth its come from

clay colours

dashed with gritty yellow sand

everyone’s attracted to it – maybe its the

ferrous shade that they like –

granular rainbows appearing on the paper , depending

how much pressure you apply to the page

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Poetry

Vapor

#Fowc #Vapor

clouds of something

intoxicating travel through

northern skies

broken up by the wind but

caught in transit

by those innocently

flying by

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Poetry

Radical

#CYW #RadicalRed

They wanted to change the system

and united under a flag

led by men of learning

fighting wasn’t their bag

so instead they marched the streets

in order to reach a change

and workers shut the factories

till their voices were in range

The voices , sole , were low in noise

but soon became a crowd

till one day they reached the gates of power

and called out as one aloud

And the rulers , they had to listen

as the wheels of industry stopped

and the army weren’t getting their pay

so the walls defending them dropped

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Acrostic Colours Garden Poetry

Pizzazz

Something to brighten up the borders

of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to

roll around in the autumn wind

the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple

of course, while it’s still in

flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn

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Poetry

Dropped

#Writeclub #Slampoetry

Todays attempt at slam poetry, created in the on-line session of #writeclub

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last whole chip passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause….

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Poetry

Something Fishy

Nothing better served than fresh fish!

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Food Fruit

Jam

#Socs #Fridge

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Banner

The seal popped

The jar opened

The flavours released

sweetened fruit held in suspension

spread over hot buttered toast

sensations – smell sight and taste – heightened

Warm strawberry tastes

Wild , sweet and welcoming

Tasted with every bite

The rest of the flavours – locked in the jar

kept in a place with the polar bears

for tomorrows crumpet feast