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Industrial Poetry

Iron

#fowc #iron

Rock in the mountain

fractured and hived out for years

for precious metal

heated up and formed

into many different

household objects

Heavy Metal in

sight of the green grasses

keeping the pets in

hardened metal ore

what’s its own achilles heel ?

coming from the clouds

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Garden Home Industrial Life Nature

The recyclers

Salford, 29th April 2020

They’re picking up your plastic

your glass, and paper , man

they’re taking it to the depot

in their big new shiny van

They’re re-using all those used things

you would normally throw away

no time to be sticking them in the ground

they’ve found another way

The rubbish is carefully sorted

from the differently bright coloured bins

so there’s piles of different types of rubbish

from plastics and cans, to steel tins

So they’re mulching up yesterdays headlines

for books in the libraries to learn

and they’re sending your food waste for compost

instead of just letting it burn

But its not just the plants that are thriving

some food waste comes back another way

it’ll return in the van, changed by a plan

to collect more things another day

And as the people are in libraries reading

the kids are growing gardens in school

and what do they think of your food waste

when it’s feeding the plants ? they say – Cool!

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Acrostic Industrial

Refuse

Salford, 22nd January 2020

#fowc #refuse

Two definitions for this word fandango’s provided – so I cobbled them together in this

feel free to comment.

Recycling Refuse!

Refusing to recycle your rubbish ?

expect a spot of bother

for if you don’t follow the bin men’s advice

until you do so, the bin will just

sit there – full to the brim of stuff that should be turned into something else

expect an extra invoice when they send a bigger rubbish truck!

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Architecture Buildings Industrial Poetry

Tale of a tower crane

Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com

Now posted for your reading!   Enjoy

A Tower crane. on Salfords Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece
A Tower crane. on Salford’s Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece Created by Inky

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.

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Food Industrial Life Poetry

The wheels turned

waterwheel.jpg

Museum of science and industry, castlefield, Manchester.

Inky’s thoughts on the waterwheel

Watching the water

turning the wheel

that moved the gears

that moved the cogs

which turned the stones

that milled the grain

to make the flour

that went into the bread

sold in the shops

the very next morning

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Acrostic Industrial Poetry Science

Parallel

Parallel

particularly important

as things go, the way the tram lines

rails are aligned

as they have to be a certain distance for the

light rapid transport to be powered by

electrical lines

leading off to the destination ahead

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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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Acrostic Architecture Heritage Historical Industrial Photography Places

Over the bridge

Pedestrian

Trafford_Rd_Swing_Bridge
Detroit Bridge, Anchorage/Erie Basin, Salford Quays

Walking on water ? not exactly as they straddle the Locks , Quays and Rivers

of my home town

never shy of their responsiblity – they get people to their

destination from A to B and back again

easing a walker’s worry they’ll get wet in the water

revolutionary ? in their day necessity ? most definately

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Mariners Canal Bridge, Salford Quays

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Animals Humour Industrial Places Transport Travel

Metrolink Stowaway

Eccles to Manchester, 5th September 2017

Metropop

Manchester – here is a public announcement

Even the local birds

Think their dinner is taking a liberty , as it

Rides along the tracks without a pass, for nothing

On system lines from Salford to Ashton, and Bury to Altrincham

Like old Mancunian cotton weavers, they leave

Interesting little webs like they’re decorating the tram

Note the way though – they stay still on their threads when spotted

Kings of the carriage, till the arrival of a cleaner.

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Canalside Heritage Industrial Poetry

The Canal

Salford , 5th September 2017

Hi folks, Inky reporting from behind his desk at the toolshed.

 

Regular viewers will know i started this site to share my scribbles thoughts and photography with you all.

Most of the poetry (not all) comes from my online repository on Allpoetry.com

Now here’s the thing.  when i post to the Allpoetry server, the little gremlins working inside it, read every word i’ve written and give it a score – made up of professionalism, whether people like it or not – grammatical issues and all.

It’s very rare i get a straight 10 – I Got one today!

Here’s the poem, it’s called The Canal, and it was originally written around the time Salford celebrated the Centenary of the Manchester Ship Canal and Salford Docks.

Feel free to drop me your thoughts.

 

The Large Ditch

(or M.S.C)

on Salfords edge

is filled with

flowing water.

The water travels

along the bank,

making its way

to the West,

Meeting up with

Its Liverpool cousin.

It once carried

great ships

Giants of the sea

alongside its cousin

(the River Mersey)

It carried great objects,

Goods, far and wide

but canalside now has

a more relaxed side

Large basins once carrying objects to port,

are now the home of some great watersport.

and where cargo tankers unloaded their bales

is now the home of some colourful sails