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Acrostic Cities Life Places Poetry

Central II

Converging on the controlled area

everything’s got to be run from there

networks, governance, even your daily shop

the locals who live there feed the machine

really – they have no choice

as every service they rely on is

located in the centre of the metropolis

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Christmas Cities Poetry Romance

Rendezvous

Manchester (via salford) 16th December 2018

The on line post it notes

Continued to drop in my in box

Reminiscences from a female acquaintance

I knew since I was small.

Meet you by the market

Where the gluhwein flows

And the big tree is lit up by the national grid

So, off to town goes Charlie Brown

To meet his gorgeous tinker-belle

Wrapped up like a bug

All nice and snug

Where under the lights

Of Christmas bright, we walk round the stalls

Decorating the halls

And after a repast and a drink

A kiss in the square where

We met up, there.

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Acrostic Cities Poetry Winter

Sounds

#sounds #acrostic

Sunday evening, is a whole lot quieter than Sunday morning

Outside, the rumble of traffic is down to a minimum

Unless it’s a plane or a train you want to catch

Navigating those roads should be a breeze

Double glazing muffles any noises, and the wildlife are

Sleeping in their beds soundly, keeping warm

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Acrostic Character Cities Life Poetry

Froth

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

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Acrostic Cities Industrial Poetry

Sludge

Sludge

Slightly horrible smelly build up

Languishing lazily in U-bends , Drains and Basins

Up and down the land

Dredgers and High pressure hoses

Go Across water and down pipes and grids, to

Expel this horrible stuff from blocking up the drains

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Cities Cityscapes Leisure Outdoors Parks

On the corner

Salford, 6th September 2017

Corner

“No man is an island” – or so they say.

Living in Salford, Nr Manchester there’s loads of housing, which makes it a vibrant and lively community.  There are Squares, in the sense of traditional gardens with houses around it,  but you’re more likely to lead into a path onto a main road.

They spread out like trees, with little side streets and cul-de-sacs.  The houses opposite my bedroom/office weren’t even there when we first moved into the house we’re living in.  It was affectionately known as “The croft” – an overgrown waste site which housed the occasional wildflowers and with them butterflies and wild animals

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So what’s on my corner – a redeveloped docks, and a dual carriageway and just up the pavement – a patch of green known as the local park, there’s two areas, Ordsall and Monmouth – but those who use it know it as Ordsall Park

Its got its own entry on the blog here

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Buildings Cities Cityscapes Photography Places Water Waterside

Bridge

Salford, 5th July 2017

in response to the photo challenge Bridge

 

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It can be happily said that where i live, in Salford, you’re no more than five minutes away from a bridge of some sort.

The mass of water you see above is the Manchester Ship Canal , which flows towards the river mersey, and flows through the county of Greater Manchester

as a result – there’s a number of bridges that cross this expanse.

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The one i cross most days is the Trafford Road Bridge, which i cross when going to sporting events on the other side of the county.Trafford_Rd_Swing_Bridge

Occasionally, i’ll cross this bridge – the old dockside swing bridge – affectionately called “Detroit” as each of the docks is named after an american lake.  Detroit passes over “Erie” Basin, a place once for ships – but now more akin to Open water swimming

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Erie has an adjoining canal, called Mariners – and this too has a set of bridges to enable those living on the dockside to get about. This pic was taken at the point where the mouth of Erie flows into Mariners – which joins up with another set of Basins at the other side.

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The newest of all the bridges on the quayside (and the last in the sequence on my journey to Imperial War Museum North) is the Millennium Bridge – built for the year 2000 and providing access across the waterway between the Lowry arts centre in Salford, and Imperial War Museum North – in Neighbouring Trafford

(Sports fans might have also noted – its used for quick access to Manchester United Football Club’s stadium – Old Trafford)

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Acrostic Cities Cityscapes Memorial Poetry

Manchester

Manchester

Heritage pic

An acrostic in memoriam to those affected by the Manchester Arena Bomb

My sister city
As days go on
Never forget those
Cherished individuals
Heaven’s doors are surely open
Everyone remember those who fell – but
Stay strong – don’t allow
Those who did this to win
Everyone knows what a great place you are
Rejoice in remembering the good times ahead

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Cities Cityscapes Halloween Home Photography Places Poetry

Evenescent

Evanescent

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Mural on a warehouse wall in Old Trafford,

A moment in time.

Not the original – merely a humble

Copy ,

Holding the

Essence or

Spirit of the area around it

Together for all those who live there to

Enjoy it – namely the

Residents

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Acrostic Cities Cityscapes Life Poetry Science Weather

Echo

Echo

Escaping a Salford Subway

Carrying call of the person rebounds

Hopping around the chamber – to and fro

On its way to the other exit

Ears pick up what seems like a choir

Cacophony travelling down towards the ear

Happily, sending the message

Or fading away into the distance

Each word bounces around as the

Call travels down the tunnel

Hastily , it makes its way to be heard

Or disappear, into the fog