Categories
Growing up Life

Money

#Writephoto #Money

Money of different sorts

They say my humble home city

is paved with gold…..

concrete and tarmac inspectors

have been spotted

rescuing poor abandoned coppers

and giving them a home in their wallet or purse

if they find enough of them

they’ll find their way from a wallet

to a much bigger piggy bank

where the men and women in charge

make it their duty to count every penny

and put it in your account

interested ? You could be.

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Animals

Change

Photo by jasmin chew on Pexels.com

From the rooftops they moved

From one to the the other

Freely through the morning air and

Floating Marshmallow

Free as birds are to do as they please – looking for a change of scene

Categories
Character Poetry Space

Universal Change

#Character #Space #Universe #writeclub

Universe , painted (image by inky from an image from Google)

While the planets

Go round the Sun (our star)

and far off systems

go round their own stars

something keeps

space and time moving

The old man of space

keeps mother milky way , Andromeda

and her other brothers and sisters

turning while he watches on

There have been times

when he really wanted a change of scene

but instead – he kept going

in the same direction

So don’t be dismayed – if the stars out at night

seem out of place – and not quite right

Our dear old universe just want’s to play

It’s why all the patterns don’t look the right way

Categories
Poetry

Myriad

#fowc #Myriad

Call it a time of changing seasons

the winter has finally gone – its spring

and the seeds that were sleeping down in the soil

have popped up to say hello

along with a myriad of birds and

wonderfully coloured butterflies

Categories
Poetry

New Year, New Day

The first post of 2021.

New year in colour – Big Ben at Midnight, splash of colour by inky

I

The hour past

The bells chimed

One year confined to the history books

One year to look forward to

II

Late Nights

Laced with wine, food, drinking and song

Leads to a long nap under the duvet

Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night

III

Promises made – Resolutions

in changing and interesting times

enjoying a feast at the first day of the year, while

some prepare, to head out for bargains

Categories
Colours Poetry

Radical

#CYW #RadicalRed

They wanted to change the system

and united under a flag

led by men of learning

fighting wasn’t their bag

so instead they marched the streets

in order to reach a change

and workers shut the factories

till their voices were in range

The voices , sole , were low in noise

but soon became a crowd

till one day they reached the gates of power

and called out as one aloud

And the rulers , they had to listen

as the wheels of industry stopped

and the army weren’t getting their pay

so the walls defending them dropped

Categories
Colours Fashion Poetry

Subtle

#fowc #subtle

It had to be said, the fashionistas in your crowd

didn’t like you in that shirt

the colour was too deep

for you – they said

But that never stopped you

for the next morning you returned

wearing something new

or so they said

Same shirt, Brighter pants

Subtle changes made them glance

As the girls all cheers your latest style

and the boys all hung round for a while

Categories
Acrostic Poetry Seasons Weather Winter

In retreat

#octpowrimo

winters calling,

in some ways, the mercury retreating was

notably a sign from the thermometer

travelling swiftly toward the bulb

even the food has changed from salads to

roasts and shepherds pie

Categories
Acrostic Poetry Weather

Waiting for the springtime

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars

Categories
Home Inspiration Nature Parks Places

Gone

Salford, 3rd January 2017

in response to the prompt

Gone

The streets I knew have long since gone

covered up by flagstones and tarmac.

Veterans of those halcyon days

now sit broken tween two sets of fenceposts

 

Communities cast off

to towering islands

boxed up accommodation

piled up to the sky

 

Old friends apart

separated by miles

distanced by development

making moneymen smile

 

And newcomers have

no sense of history

except for the old hall to the west

with its gardens and trees