Tag: building

Poetry

Hope

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 13 Aug 2020
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The men with the money

were at the soup kitchen today

a place where the homeless

go for their lunch

The men with the money

say there’s plenty of homes

they’re dropping them on the council land

like bits of confetti

And the men with the money

say its all been approved

while they cut out the affordable

and the homeless were moved

Where did they go – on the darkest of nights

to a place that was open – avoiding the fights

away from the shiny bright towers of the rich

not far from the spot – they call their pitch

But out of the darkness – a small ray of light

as a lad finds himself a bed for the night

and cheers in abundance as his pals they all smile

as he’ll be out of the cold and the rain for a while

Tags building, Charities, Development, Homeless, Homelessness, Hope, Life, Solution

Learning Life

Practice

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 14 May 2020
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Building blocks of different shape and colour

Teach all sorts of useful skill

And its lots of fun when they fall over

They might call you a marvel of language

but you’ve got to engage with the locals

if you want to order your lunch

III

Your eye is the best judge

but don’t be disheartened

if that pear looks like a plum

add a peach to the fruitbowl instead

Picking a subject

taking a shot

if you’re not happy with your shot

there’s always the delete button

or perhaps you could edit it at home ?

Yellow tennis ball

perfect thing for practicing

reflex actions

catching out in the field

(The red cork ball – saved for match day)

Tags Art, Ball, Blocks, building, Catching, Cricket, Drawing, Growing up, Language, Learning, Life, Lockdown poems, Painting, Photography, Practice

Birds Poetry

Magpie

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 12 Nov 2019
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two magpies on a nearby roof

Making moves on a Salford rooftop

a magpie greets another –

getting comfy on a television aerial

perched as they are , on the corner of the building

it’s blustery and cold – so as soon as they’ve met – they

exit for a more sheltered position – under the cornices of a nearby building

Tags Aerial, Autumn, Balance, birds, building, Cold, Greet, Poetry, Seasons, Shelter, Windy, Winter

Photography Poetry

Breathe

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 24 Oct 2019
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#Octpowrimo #Camera #Breathe #Acrostic

Salford, 24th October 2019

An acrostic of self help and photography!

Back on the corner of the quay

Really trying to grab the colours in that iconic building

Except – right at this moment – it’s not working for you

A time to step back, assess and relax

Take five , sit down and enjoy a drink of something frothy

Have something delightfully gooey and sweet and

Exhale – it’ll still be there when you get back

Tags acrostic, Breathe, building, Camera, Critique, Help, Lowry, octpowrimo, Photography, Reflection, Salford, self, Thought

Architecture IWM North Military Museum Poetry

Octpowrimo – Day 22 – Broken pieces

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 22 Oct 2019
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#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.

Tags Air, Art Gallery, broken, building, Earth, hammer, History, Imperial War Museum, IWM North, Metal, North, octpowrimo, Pieces, Quays, Salford, Shard, Steel, Tea, Teapot, Trafford, Vision, War, Water

Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

Tags abandoned, birds, broken, building, Demolition, FFFC, Gates, Glass, Iron, Nest, Rusted, School, Vandalised, Windows

Architecture Buildings Industrial Poetry

Tale of a tower crane

Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com

Now posted for your reading! Enjoy

A Tower crane. on Salfords Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece — A Tower crane. on Salford’s Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece Created by Inky

Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air. It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no. You see, the ants down below are building something grand! And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.

And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in, You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes

But they haven’t got a great arm like me…

So I help them, and they help me.

And that’s where my great arm comes in to play

You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down. It’s great fun watching the things move in the air. I watch the things as they move with grace through the air. Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there! One place to another – From A to B. It’s all me. I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.

But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me. Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.

And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make. Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below. It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.

So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,

with my great arm high in the air.