Salford, 24th September 2018
Sat on the corner,
a man sits with his pencils, paper and paints
lovingly capturing local life
for years he’s being perfecting his craft
only using the same palette of colours to bring
reality of the places he
draws in pencil or charcoal to life
Salford 23rd September 2018
I remember the day i first bought them,
fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory
They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in
so over the next few days – i wore them in the house
as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road
getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm
being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while
time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior
My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness
wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin
A verse for any Fantasy or Harry potter fan
by Inky
Some workers were digging
up pipes underground,
when a very large coloured egg
in the sand it was found.
Now, the foreman of th’ site
didn’t know what to do,
so he called up some keepers
from th’ local zoo.
The egg.. it was green,
and blue, brown and red,
and was lain in the ground
deep down in a bed.
A bed of red sand,
of twigs and of clays –
it looked as if th’egg
had been there for days.
Said the worker to foreman –
“where’d it come from?” , Said the Foreman – “Dunno!?!”
and just then the egg
it began to glow.
So the keepers arrived,
with their boss from the zoo,
with a team to see if
there was summat they could do.
“it could be a snake” – the zoo boss replied.
Some big builders turned – and ran off to hide!
As builders they gathered to mend their pride,
the keepers could hear a noise from inside…
The head keeper thought –
there was summat amiss,
as the egg it both glowed
and started to hiss.
The little creature inside,
was feeling awfully glum
as all that it wanted was its
Dad and its Mum
“No need for alarm!”, the zoo boss he said
“we need to give th’egg, some sort of bed
nothing to0 great and nothing so grand..”
so the builders brought over some big bags of sand.
So th’egg it was rested
in its warm sandy bed
just as two shadows
loomed overhead.
“Oh Heavens!” cried a builder
“Begorrah! Begad!
I think i’ve just seen
Th’ eggs Mum and Dad!”
Two big scaly dragons, one green and one blue,
over the heads of the people they flew.
The Head Keeper called for everyone’s calm –
he knew that the dragons, didn’t mean any harm.
And little egg it glowed brighter
as little dragon did peck
and Mum and Dad Dragon
landed on the deck
And Mummy Dragon landed,
as Dad flew over sky
as dragons egg it opened
and the contents it said “Hi!”
And Dragons’ smiled kindly
nodding thank you to the team.
They named their little lad “Burnie” –
who was their little red dream
They then made their Zoo friends happy,
as they watched three dragons at night
as Mum and Dad took little Burnie
Off on his first little flight.
And then, politely nodding
they said their thanks and goodbye.
As the dragon’s family headed
to their home up high in the sky!
Salford 2nd September
#promptuarium
the highwayman hid his ill gotten gains
in a shallow hole covered in bracken and thorn
where the thought no one would find it.
the highwayman was caught
and hung on a tree
his secret however … remained free
till one day after many years past
the highwaymans secret was uncovered at last
three workmen we’re digging laying pipes for gas
pearls diamonds and rubies uncovered by time
evidence of an old Edwardian crime
and while they cheer , and are running a muck
The ghost of the highwayman is cursing his luck
#Promptuarium
I suppose you thought that was funny ?
here I am sat by the bins
enjoying what could be my only meal for miles
and you decide to disturb my breakfast
Innocently enjoying the fish in the box
then over my foot comes this big heavy rock
expecting me to just fly away
I was too busy eating – no time to play
If I were human – I might have had words
but thing is being feathered – I’m only a bird
you wouldn’t want my beak coming round you to peck
so why use a big stone – I could have broke my neck!
I should count myself lucky – it wasn’t from a gun….
but disturbing my breakfast – wasn’t much fun
so i’ll return the favour – when you come back from the shop
expect something to land – coming down with a plop!
21st July 2018
#Sea #Mer #Water
Take me to the sea.
It’s the blue stuff most of the sea creatures rely on
It’s home for the whale, the shark and even the dolphin
(though you’ll never see the dolphin taking its waters)
forever being topped up by mother nature
and the clouds in the skies
What its favourite pastime ? Creating waves
If the boats want to take them on – let them
Navigating their way by sail to unseen treasures
Down in the deep
#Poetry #Countryside #Character #Acrostic
A acrostic poem from my allpoetry profile – enjoy
Sat in the middle of the field
Carefully watching the seeds grow
A happy scarecrow
Regularly looks out for his owners crops
Each day he’s there – fooling the birds as his owner
Collects wheat and barley in
Rows around him – his reward ?
Our noble watchman recieves
When he’s stuffed with fresh cuttings from the harvest
Salford 12th April 2018
From time to time,
Realities of bringing a coffee to life come into view
Out of nowhere, people demanded posh coffee
The buzzwords of the day “latte” or “Cappucino”
Hell on earth for the poor overworked cafetiere
For days on end
Round-about temp – amassing to “what on earth” – as
Out of its innards came water and milk
The demand was over the top, as the coffee
House bursted out at the seams
Filling up the orders as they cued up – down the
Road, tasting the latest thing the store owners could provide
Occassionally, it would get a break – as a barista
Took a moment, to clean him up
Heaven
Finally, the day was over
Reality –
out of the emptiness of the store
there was a moment of calm – peace till the morning
he’d appreciate the silence
bright as a button
long rows of garden plants
unassumingly hide their colourful wares
somewhere under a mass of green leaves
hopefully though, the shy fruits will be spotted before the birds get them
In the dawn light of a winters morning
its very hard to see
why the important man with his
very important briefcase
should be stood at the platform
getting covered in snow
if he’d listened to the announcer –
a bus arrived two minutes ago
but he let it pass
and like an ass
he stands there in the snow
in the Dim light of the station
Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.
