Old Shoes

Character, Clothes, Poetry

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

The Dragons egg

Character, Dragons, Poetry

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!

Shallow hole

Character, Poetry

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

Seagulls Lament

Animals, Birds, Breakfast, Character, Poetry

#Promptuarium

ow

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!

La Mer

Character, Poetry

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

Scarecrow

Acrostic, Character, Poetry

#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

Froth

Acrostic, Character, Cities, Life, Poetry

Froth

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

Dim

Character, Poetry, Transport, Travel, Weather, Winter

Dim

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.