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Acrostic Nature Poetry

Catching the wind

#writephoto #soar

Riding the storm (Image SC Vincent)

Swifter than their feathered brethren – they

welcome the signs of a changing breeze

it means they’ll be off with their cousins the swallows

for some warm air , seeds and sunshine, whilst

taking occasional naps under leafy sunshades

Some might say they float in the air

when these birds have their wings stretched out

imminent signs of departure – remote

for they’ll need to fill their bellies

to have the energy to fly towards the warm sun

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Poetry

Exploring

Salford 9th April 2020

The wildlife of the locality

have had their free reign

with everyone inside

and no sight of rain

swooping around

enjoying the air

landing on rooftops

without a care

meeting up with old pals

on a moonlit street

the pickings are meagre

there’s no one to greet

watching the geese and ducks

out on parade

spotting scattered birdseed

heading off on a raid

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Sweets

Cotton Candy

Crafted from wisps of warm sugar

out of the machine it forms

taking the shape of a cloud

the cloud rises on the warm air

on some occasion, it has to be caught in the

nick of time, before it floats off on its own

Could there be a treat sweeter than this

as the candyman catches the cloud

numbers of children watch as its

delivered on the stick, all

yelling they want one – its such a sweet favorite

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Garden Nature

Plant

#fowc #plant

27th November 2019

Purple flower – given a bit of a print effect

An acrostic about a plant

Perhaps the greatest thing to come out of the ground

likes to brighten the garden and the air around it

as it recycles the carbon out in the air

note – it doesn’t take much applause , for what it does

though it does appreciate a daily watering and some food now and then

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Architecture IWM North Military Museum Poetry

Octpowrimo – Day 22 – Broken pieces

#Octpowrimo #Brokenpieces

Imperial War Museum North, Manchester UK (via the Inkwell), 22nd October 2019

How does someone express the act of war ?

take you through a hundred years

and tell that tale – that no one else can tell anymore.

The man with a vision

took a thing for brewing his cuppa

and changed it into something – iconic

Smashed with a hammer

Earth air and water

came together and reformed

Falling at the side of a waterway

painted by a painter

who’s centre stood next door

And in the evening sunlight

the air shard shone as shimmering light

cascaded off its solid steel

Morning beckons

and the tales from the shards

can be heard across town

from the tales within.

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Acrostic Seasons Summer Warm Weather

face in the clouds

Salford 29th July 2019

smiling clouds
Smiling cloud – image c/0 flickr hivemind

#Weather #Seasons #Summer #Acrostic

Summer sees me ignore the cirrus and and stratus

Taking in the rays peering through summers marshmallows

Reality is – something’s been smiling floating in the air

A smiling cloud, happy in the blue

Tears ? not today…and when Ra gets a little bit to fierce

A fluffy cloud and his chums are there to provide a bit of cover

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Fairground Poetry

In their finest

Salford, 9th January 2019

On a Sunday morning,

In the bright sunshine

You’ll see them all

In their finest

Taking a walk

With husband or wife

Along with the children,

Escaping the strife

No work for the blacksmith

The shops are all closed

They’ve all been to church

So a walk is proposed

And while making their way

To the local town fair

Some humbugs and sweets

The family will share

As mum and dad rest

In their boaters and hats

The children play games

With the balls and their bats

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Animals Birds Breakfast Character Poetry

Seagulls Lament

#Promptuarium

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I suppose you thought that was funny ?

here I am sat by the bins

enjoying what could be my only meal for miles

and you decide to disturb my breakfast

Innocently enjoying the fish in the box

then over my foot comes this big heavy rock

expecting me to just fly away

I was too busy eating – no time to play

If I were human – I might have had words

but thing is being feathered – I’m only a bird

you wouldn’t want my beak coming round you to peck

so why use a big stone – I could have broke my neck!

I should count myself lucky – it wasn’t from a gun….

but disturbing my breakfast – wasn’t much fun

so i’ll return the favour – when you come back from the shop

expect something to land – coming down with a plop!

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Poetry

Out in the back garden

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I sat open mouthed

as i watched the goings on

taking place in greenery

facing the kitchen

In an attempt to claim

a tree in their name

two or three white butterflies

engaged in aerial combat

Flying past the window

and around the roof

soaring to grab

their place on the tree

who won the contest ?

that’s anybodys guess

maybe we’ll find out

when the caterpillars hatch

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Camping Fire Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Burn

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle