They lined up down the street
For a chance they got one
The kids on the grapevine
Whispering the news
The meat pies are in
The boys from baxendale
Made young men smile
As a waft of meat
Travelled from the chip shop
The meat pies were in
And wrapped up with chips
And a dash of chip shop vinegar
Young lads would follow their dads
Delivering Friday nights tea
The meat pies were in
#nature #art #autumn
Who needs oil on canvas
When the simplest of pleasures
Works it’s way on to the paper
With simple tools such as coloured pencil
When pressure is gently applied
Wiry shapes on the fallen leaves
Will appear…bringing the image of the leaf back to life
Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com
Now posted for your reading! Enjoy
Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air. It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no. You see, the ants down below are building something grand! And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.
And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in, You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes
But they haven’t got a great arm like me…
So I help them, and they help me.
And that’s where my great arm comes in to play
You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down. It’s great fun watching the things move in the air. I watch the things as they move with grace through the air. Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there! One place to another – From A to B. It’s all me. I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.
But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me. Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.
And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make. Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below. It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.
So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,
with my great arm high in the air.
#Craft #Museum #Poppy #Damage
IWM North, Manchester 17th November 2018
From time to Mother nature has been at the
Implanted ceramics by the canalside
X-tra ceramic poppies have had to be brought in
Even barriers – and broken ones have to be sent to the poppy hospital
Damage repaired with Slip and Glue (and more red paint)
Salford, 16th November 2018
Sat in the dental chair
With a little bit of trepidation
Each square ivory, wiggled, scraped, and prodded
As the dentist checked for excavation
Reaction to the prodding….censored
It’s not as if they could see the hole or
Nerve they hit
Got to admit, you could hear the cry from beyond the surgery
Out on the island
Under the soil, comes a branch
Towards the sky it goes
Reaching up high
A soaring trunk
Grown from a tiny seed
Eventually it’ll be enormous,
On occasion it will bear some fruit, and sometimes
Under the soil they will go, as they fall to earth
Sleeping till it’s time for them to reach the sky
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
Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?
For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down
Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand
Even though the words in the head I’d planned
a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind
sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind
Catching me out with those dark brown eyes
Occasional glances catch me by surprise
Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near
No more than friends, to me that is clear
Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile
With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile
i gave her my heart
and she took a hammer to it
shattering as it did in pieces
across the dance hall floor
in one moment
and a fleeting goodbye kiss
she left me standing in the middle of the sparkle lit room
with a crowd and a mark
Filled the passing hours
with nothing but a face
casting eyes over
old photographs
took time to rebuild
the emotional jigsaw
a piece of the jigsaw lies missing
could that be you ?
Early morning wake up call
Cereal and toast
Start of the day
To remember most
Memorials made
In churches and chapels
And then to museums
Remembering all those alike
Remembering those
Who one hundred years past
Fought for their country
First to the last
