The Inkwell#Civilization
They give you a plot of land
and a pot of cash to spend
your dreams of a marvellous city
grow without end
Tents and huts become cottages
with fields of wheat and cows
technology gets developed
as you read and learn and browse
Advisors give you the knowledge
what to build and who to hire
and keep your island safe
from collapses and of fire
And as you reach the finish line
you’ve almost done the race
completing an ultimate goal
a city grown in space
#Fowc #Design
Desired ideas from the craftsmens heads
extruded onto paper
some say its an artwork in itself as
individual pieces of a building, product or vehicle
get shown on paper
noting their structures and little quirks
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
I
Building blocks of different shape and colour
Teach all sorts of useful skill
And its lots of fun when they fall over
II
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
IV
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 ?
V
Yellow tennis ball
perfect thing for practicing
reflex actions
catching out in the field
(The red cork ball – saved for match day)
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
#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
#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.
#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
Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com
Now posted for your reading! Enjoy
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.
an acrostic on by inky about Stowell spire on the corner of Trafford Road , in Salford
Soaring up to the heavens
Perhaps it be fitting – the old church spire be
Illuminated – lighting up the
Roads and pavements around it
Everybody knows it as a local landmark
