Anticipate

10th February 2019

#Football

To readers the other side of the big pond – a poem about football or what you call soccer – Inky

While the greats are revered in Bronze

New idols are to be cheered on by the fans

At both ends of the East Lancashire Road

Fans follow every kick , head every ball

Cajoling the ball past the opposition

and bending the ball to safety

Who was it who said

“You never win anything with Kids” ?

The veteran of the Liverpool Side

should have seen it coming

for there’s young lads from Liverpool and Manchester

now tearing down the green grass

Great Manchester Run

Old Trafford, Manchester , 20th May 2018

Stood on the corner

at a moments attention

looking on as the club i volunteer with

engaged in a mighty test of endurance in the northwest sun

Heat making everyone sweat

as feet hit the tarmac of Manchesters roads

rooting them on, the hardy bunch of volunteers

ready to applaud and guide them toward their rewards

it might not be cash – but that medals more than gold

even taking in its colour – as every year the

roads of Manchester take a pounding

Grasp

Grasp

Salford (via Cumbria), 14th March 2018

 

going uphill on the

rocky sharp surfaces of a cliff

arms stretched out, reaching for the nearest

safe hand hold, clinging on as you ascend to the

pinnacle….enjoy the view when you get there

Skeleton Bob

A winter Olympiad poem, inspired by the Gb team

I watched in awe as off they flew

Down the run of ice clear blue

On a craft to generate speed

Carving through ice quickfast was the need

As excited crowds they passed on by

They cheered them on as athletes did fly

And they did this more than once or twice

Navigating track all covered in ice

Aiming to make the fastest time drop

Running through finish line before they did stop

And repeating the task to achieve bronze thru to gold

To beating the clock in the ice and the cold

Edge of your seat stuff

Tenterhooks

Old Trafford, Manchester

3rd December 2017

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They’ve been doing this for years

Sat in the arena watching the gladiators

Facing off against one another

Spectators nails chewed to the quick

as the clock ticks down to the 90th minute

cheering every tackle

calling every decision

applauding every header

and jumping for joy if their team wins

Open

Open

As the competition began to place

The audience and judges shivered in their space

As a young guard, who’d never done the job before

Created a draft inside on the competition floor

Now this might not be bad for contestants so bold,

But judges observing were getting a cold

Said head judge to colleagues, as he spoke to all

I think next year, it’s summer not fall

And sending out messages to stewards away from floor

I know it’s an open…but someone please…shut that door 🚪

 

Falling leaves 🍁

Temporary

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Two leaves, lost by the trees in Autumn, and used in an arty sense! Photo: BFK

Autumn is a little bit odd for a deciduous tree

you see whilst the evergreens are keeping their leaves

the deciduous trees are getting ready to lose theirs

and slowly their leaves turn from green

to yellow, to red and then brown

and as they do, they drift in the air

before landing on the ground

Anticipate

Anticipate

Sat in the classroom of Melwood

an old team captain is watching the lads

kicking a ball around the field

he’d once said “you never win anything with kids”

but that was before he’d watched them

lift up a number of trophies

and saw one of his number become a millionaire

Wind

Wind

force of nature

turning tides

moving sails

of mighty mariners

 

coming from all directions

moving.ears of corn from left to right

making musical sounds in the reeds

heard by animals in the fields

 

Force harnessed by the sportsman

taking the tide as a challenge

riding the wind with colourful silks

and cutting through water on board with sails

 

Ode to a Kite

Northerly and westerly