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Birds Cityscapes Monuments Statues

Monumental Critic

Manchester 25th September 2015

Inky’s thoughts on what the winged residents of Manchester think of the statues great and good…..

Victoria sits, on her throne – aghast

as the winged horde give their all

on statues laid, that her people paid

of her best men standing tall.

And as Peel and Cobden stand there,

opposite the great civic hall,

winged terrors at best – are making a mess

disgusting the nobles one and all.

So, the fathers – from the hall’s called in an “Expert”

and winged reinforcements he’s brought.

But in rain – the birds laugh (as they have a good bath)

as they know they can’t all be caught.

And with workmen working twenty-four-seven,

and the birds of prey flying day and night

they’ll be working there – in the middle of the square

trying to keep surfaces bright.

But a last word – a thought – for the birdlife

of these statues – they’re really not keen.

as what is now public space – was to them quite ace

when their square was once lush long and green.

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Cycling History Transport

Penny Farthing

A Marvel of Invention –

the people look on proud.

A noble gent is making

his way through the crowd.

He’s sat on a seat – made of wood and of brass

awaiting peelers whistle – which lets him go past

Seeing his neighbours going on by

and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly.

Just then, rider moves and his bike starts to wobble,

so he looks briefly round for a stray or loose cobble.

But our hero must take care – or else he will fall

So he rides with his head high, body straight and tall.

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Food Poetry

Formation

Tomato (BF Kirkham 2012)

Oh Happy and Humble tomato!

In your youth you joined the ranks

of the horticultural army

labouring on your leaves

in the summer sun

Rewards a plenty

as the best recruits are picked

for display in a culinary tattoo

in a Salad or Pasta dish

Numbers in your ranks depleted

but new recruits appear

ready for a new assault

at the summers blue sky

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History Museum Poetry

Lark Hill Place

DSC_0007_1A reaction to a visit to Lark Hill Place, a reconstructed victorian street located in Salford’s museum & art gallery.  Created by Inky for the Inkwell.

On your way to Peel Park,

lies an old cobbled street

from that time before Tarmac

Lay under your feet

.A Modern carriage waits

for its wheels to be fixed

By Bracegirdle’s Blacksmiths

the metals are mixed.

Off Ackers’ is Tomlinson’s

wi’ sweets of the past

and those fruit drops in th’ window

How long would they last?

To the kid chimney sweep on 2’6 a day

those sweeties would take up a part o’ their pay.

Over Ackers the music shop

plays wax discs of the day

and outside the toy shop

the local kids play

And the sound from th’ Blue Lion

rise up with a cheer!

why not its where

flagons are loaded wi ‘beer!

And as you go from the tavern

you pass the states mans home

next to th’ undertakers wi’ its

deathly tome.

The old toy shop

The Blacksmith

Penny Farthing

The Terrace at No 3

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Holidays News

Earth cow on the move!!!

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Earth Cow is on the Move (for a short while)

After an eventful few weeks mum and dad have decided we need a holiday…so we’re off for some r and r in Turkey.  

This is where I can happily post a disclaimer….I didn’t pick this one….despite the goings on in nearby states my nearest and dearest said it was a great deal….any grief…I’m on the next plane home….and one shall console myself with the Turkish food

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Birds Poetry

A New Nest

As the humans left

the old Victorian building

squatters moved in

to take their place

The new owners

took a shine at first

to their feathered friends

but not for long

High pitched noises

Made it clear

to the Winged residents

“Not Wanted Here!”

And so, buildings been done

without a need

to give feathered locals

a regular feed

But, on nearby rooftops

the winged ones are back

and heavy set builders

fear feathery flak

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Nursery Rhymes Poetry

Nursery Crime

This poem was originally written for the BASIC Anthology – “Writers Cramp”

It’s been redrafted, so I’m sharing it with you here.

 

Humpty Dumpty was sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
When he fell, he cracked and looked a bit Mushed
Sources say – he may have been pushed!

Reports from the scene, say the Mad March Hare
pushed over poor Humpty as part of a dare!
But the Hatter says th’ Hare is innocent of th’crime
as they were having tea with Alice at th’time.

The Kings horses and men are all stood on guard,
By the scene of the crime, in the castle yard
Inspector Horner, or jack to his face
(the great nursery detective ace)
has been assigned to look after the case!

with his partner Jill,
and Brown bears three
Horner says th’case
will be solved by Tea!

So they’re starting today
and off in a rush
to see who gave Humpty
that horrible push!

Who committed this crime,
is anyone’s guess
but Horner and his team
will sort out the mess.

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Photography Poetry

Capturing Time (v2)

The scholars say that

oil paintings are like windows

windows to the soul

So when the light dawned

something steely simply happened

on a happy monday

From the first moment

as shutter opened and closed

World and time just stopped

Moments Freeze on glass

On The first frame of cold film

the first bit of time

Was it an act of love my dear ?

or something much more dark

developed in a photo lab

you captured me – forever in time

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BASIC Photography

Out with my Camera

Wednesday morning means i’ve been at BASIC in Salford, learning new stuff around my camera.

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We’ve worked with items you would find on the shore, including some coloured sand , some pebbles and stones and a great big piece of rock.  Its produced some lovely shots, as i practiced the close up of the stones shells and sand.

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Used my Zoom and moved around the pebbles to achieve some great shots

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The colours really showed through against the white sand and i got some lovely pics.

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Army Exhibit Museum Poetry War World War I writing

Another boot in a window

A tale of an Old Army Boot – On display in the timeline at Imperial War Museum North in Trafford, Manchester.

 

Another boot in a window ?

The cobbler must be proud!

As it’s placed in a window wi uniforms

Oh, how it sings out loud.

 

But, dear boot is looking quite shabby,

No polish on him for a while

Old mud encrusted in his leather

Is that the latest style?

 

Foreign Mud – well , its hard to get rid of

and old boot here has plenty to see

but its wailing a tone – as it sits, all alone

under someone’s old uniform it be

 

His sole it could do with some tacking

and a new lace will do there – I’m sure

as you read of his story in th’ window

one you’ve not heard of before

 

He’s telling the tale of his brother –

The one , who didn’t return

So he’ll sit there in Solemn Remembrence

In the hope, you and I, we will learn.