Education : A Found Poem

Childhood

Education has produced a vast population

They spend twelve months

teaching children to walk and then talk

and the next twelve years

teaching them to sit down and shut up

when all you have to do

is teach them all to read

its a source of amusement and fun

to happy little minds

Source : Trevelyan, Diller, Gilchrist and Plato (Via P. 96 & 97 of QIs Book of Quotations)

Christmas pudding

Acrostic, Christmas, Food, Poetry

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Sat on the serving tray

Each little bit of you oozes festive smells,

Allspice, cinnamon and nutmeg

Salsa away with seasonal fruits, mingling

Over a drop of festive tipple

Note how the alcohol burns away in a wonderful display

And leaves a fruity taste to accompany the

Lovely sultanas, currants, candied peel and cherries

Time passes

Christmas, Life, Poetry, Romantic

#promptuarium #prompt

Salford, 20th December

She walked though the Christmas market

Still wearing the Christmas cracker ring

Some lad from her past gave her

Sentimentality ? Perhaps, but then

Something told her, one day they’d meet again

Solitude, the vehicle that drove her to

See her sweetheart under the town hall clock,

Stars meeting up when eye met eye

Wabbit

Poetry

#promptuarium #rabbit

At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit

Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun

His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch

And to the farmer that isn’t much fun

But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit

Can’t be shot at and turned into chops

For as soon as the workers can see him

Down a big hole he just pops

And chasing him round fields are a no no

As between them there’s nowt but a mess

More than crop circles created

The locals are somewhat impressed

So instead, hes hived off some patches

For this rabbit to do what he please

In the hope he keeps off the carrots

And dines out on lettuce and peas

Stacks of Books

books, Photography, Pleasures

Salford 15th September 2018

#CFFC #Books

It’d be true to say – I like reading.

I go for books with a bit of character in them,  Goscinny and Uderzos Asterix books were a favourite of mine as a kid – and I’ve now got my hands on six anniversary editions

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Bedtime Reading

My favourite author is Terry Pratchett, he created some brilliant characters. And I’m happy to say I had the pleasure of meeting the man himself at a Waterstones bookstore in Manchester, before his untimely death. One day i’ll have the nerve to pick up and read his final epic – the shepherds crown – but till then I’ll satisfy my discworld fever, by reading one of this lot (and the smaller paperbacks)

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and when i’m bored with that (NEVER! sic) youll find me skimming through my comedy collection – The Goons, Monty Python, Morecambe and wise and Scott adams

Creating a buzz

Art, Photography, Poetry

4th September 2018

#Beeinthecity #Manchester #Buzz

A poem in honour of those colourful bees currently nesting in my city

The hive will be in Gtr Manchester till 23rd September – it’s well worth a visit.

(for those who haven’t read my #beeinthecity posts – they’re artworks!)

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Banks-B , #Beeinthecity on Manchester’s Market Street

The hive arrived
Home for some bees
With artistic flair

Swarming around
City streets, with a
Hint of colour

Covering the sights
Of the county
North to south

Bringing smiles
From Salford’s quayside
To Manchester’s airport

Carrot Soup

Food, Poetry

Tuesday 4th September 2018

#Food

a foodie acrostic, by inky

Carefully crafted by cooks of the highest order

A combination of the finest root vegetables , stock and seasoning

Rotating slowly in a silver pan until the

Root veg is just right, you can eat it as it is

Or stick a blender in the pan to make it nice and smooth

To pour into a serving turrine

Seagulls Lament

Animals, Birds, Breakfast, Character, Poetry

#Promptuarium

ow

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!

Early Morning

Home, Life, Poetry, Transport

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?