Great Manchester Run

Poetry, Sport, Sports

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

Skeleton Bob

Poetry, Sport, Sports

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

Open

Poetry, Seasons, Sport, Sports

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 🍁

Poetry, Seasons, Sport

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

Wind

Elements, Nature, Poetry, Sea, Sport, Sports, Water, Weather

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

Olympia Landed

Poetry, Sport, Sports

Some place, Some where

It began on a field of green

on a soggy spring day

 

And as the rain fell

muddy puddles splashed

as damp feet advanced

 

The grey soon disappeared

as speeds increased and

coaches unleashed new hurdles

 

Soon young minds engaged

beating Ra to the punch

and clock times were smashed

 

Leading to a moment

a time in the sun

where medals were gained, by leading from the front

Cricket

Poetry, Sport

Sunday 6th August 2017

Salford Via Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester

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(a tale of a cricket match…by inky)

A summers day
a Pavilion tea
watching the locals
its 100 for 3

The bowler holds the ball
of cork in his hand
Field placement set –
his tactics all planned

And Batsman on Green
waits for ball to be bowled
part of this game
thats ages old

No test match stars here
there up the Manc Road
but crowd is excited
as action explodes

Bowler Takes run up
from village hall clock
Batsman Prepared
solid as a rock

Ball hits the ground,
and it bounces in the air
Batsman clips ball
to the boundary, square

And Wicketkeeper yells
as fielders in a fix
trying to stop the cork ball
scoring a six

But , Alas ball descends
to the boundary , flat
and the sound of the “Third Man”
who shouts out “OWZAT!!!”