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Food Poetry Sport Sports

Messi/Messy

#Slampoetry #writeclub

A piece of slam poetry written for the Monday Writeclub….

Chips by Inky…..created with painnt (p) Nov 2020 Inkdropk

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
A Michelin man – bobble hat and all
about to see his value fall
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last chip had passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
match programme and ticket held safely away
so why did you drop your pre-match food tray?
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause…

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Poetry

Raw Sienna

#CYW #Rawsienna

Brown as the earth its come from

clay colours

dashed with gritty yellow sand

everyone’s attracted to it – maybe its the

ferrous shade that they like –

granular rainbows appearing on the paper , depending

how much pressure you apply to the page

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Poetry

Vapor

#Fowc #Vapor

clouds of something

intoxicating travel through

northern skies

broken up by the wind but

caught in transit

by those innocently

flying by

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Poetry

Radical

#CYW #RadicalRed

They wanted to change the system

and united under a flag

led by men of learning

fighting wasn’t their bag

so instead they marched the streets

in order to reach a change

and workers shut the factories

till their voices were in range

The voices , sole , were low in noise

but soon became a crowd

till one day they reached the gates of power

and called out as one aloud

And the rulers , they had to listen

as the wheels of industry stopped

and the army weren’t getting their pay

so the walls defending them dropped

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Acrostic Colours Garden Poetry

Pizzazz

Something to brighten up the borders

of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to

roll around in the autumn wind

the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple

of course, while it’s still in

flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn

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Poetry

Dropped

#Writeclub #Slampoetry

Todays attempt at slam poetry, created in the on-line session of #writeclub

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last whole chip passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause….

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Poetry

Something Fishy

Nothing better served than fresh fish!

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Poetry

Paradox

20/11/2020

written in response to

FOWC with Fandango — Paradox

The calculating machine

The wizards had constructed

without any magic

or without any knowledge of

anything remotely clockwork

suddenly came to life

what was more amazing

was its ability to answer

why one plus one was two.

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Childhood Poetry Schooldays

Pint Sized Sheriff

#Writeclub #poetry #Nursery #Playground #School

Note from Inky : I’ve used the english terms for the younger end of school here, i realise they might be different elsewhere!

In response to the write club prompt “I am the law”

Written in a moment of insomnia by inky.

The posse in the playground are all taking cover –

there’s a new sheriff in town

Rolling into the playground on his wheeled silver horse

he’ll take on the bad guys (and raiders of course)

new hat, new leathers and britches

he’ll sort out the wild west of this dry gulch school

They took out the last sheriff in a high stakes duel

he landed on his bottom in the paddling pool!

And covered in sticky and given a fright

his deputies were in soapy suds for most of the night

The bandits they raided the tuck shop and all

till the leader of the playground sent out a call

Dressed in his boots and his one gallon hat

he yelled “i’m the sheriff!” and that was that

Water cascaded from east to the west

and the soaked bandits gave up to the sheriff that was best.

So to supersoakers in playground there’s a new kid in town

armed with his water pistols he’ll take them all down.

Post Note: When all of this happened teachers were in a muddle

on a bright shiny day the playground was a puddle!

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Acrostic Poetry Weather

Hail

#Fowc #Hail

Hard rain fell from the skies

aiming to fall on northern plains

“it’s dangerous this falling ice”, said a

legionnaire to his centurion – so quickly they took cover