#octpowrimo #ifiwereyou
opinion is a wonderful thing
but after you’ve vented your spleen
across two pages of finest vellum
re read, recollect your thoughts, and rewrite
for once you’ve stuck it in the envelope
and it’s journeyed to the news paper
a different edition of who you are
will be plastered over the letters page
and though you won’t see them
all eyes will turn on you
#365writingprompts #reading
what makes me pick up a book
if this reads like a bit of a list, apologies
funny tales, interesting characters, a bit of a thread
tales I can return to….the jokes might be a bit old, but I can still get a laugh at them
evidence ? Terry pratchetts troll sergeant…detritus,
<detritus> troll brains don’t work right in klatch….it’s the heat…if I went to klatch…I’d be really stoopid
<Vimes> detritus…
<detritus> yes sir ?
<Vimes> never go to klatch
Salford, 24th September 2018
Sat on the corner,
a man sits with his pencils, paper and paints
lovingly capturing local life
for years he’s being perfecting his craft
only using the same palette of colours to bring
reality of the places he
draws in pencil or charcoal to life
Salford 23rd September 2018
I remember the day i first bought them,
fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory
They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in
so over the next few days – i wore them in the house
as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road
getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm
being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while
time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior
My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness
wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin
#Poetry #Countryside #Character #Acrostic
A acrostic poem from my allpoetry profile – enjoy
Sat in the middle of the field
Carefully watching the seeds grow
A happy scarecrow
Regularly looks out for his owners crops
Each day he’s there – fooling the birds as his owner
Collects wheat and barley in
Rows around him – his reward ?
Our noble watchman recieves
When he’s stuffed with fresh cuttings from the harvest
Some call him a shadowy figure
If you look at the wall carefully enough and
Look, you may just recognise him
He definitely has a definable shape
Of course – you would have a problem catching the real him
Unless you find the door or window that’s casting his form
Even then – he may be standing far away
The Moon casting his form on the wall
Take a look behind you – there’s nobody there – he’s
Exited the room under cover of darkness
Salford 12th April 2018
From time to time,
Realities of bringing a coffee to life come into view
Out of nowhere, people demanded posh coffee
The buzzwords of the day “latte” or “Cappucino”
Hell on earth for the poor overworked cafetiere
For days on end
Round-about temp – amassing to “what on earth” – as
Out of its innards came water and milk
The demand was over the top, as the coffee
House bursted out at the seams
Filling up the orders as they cued up – down the
Road, tasting the latest thing the store owners could provide
Occassionally, it would get a break – as a barista
Took a moment, to clean him up
Heaven
Finally, the day was over
Reality –
out of the emptiness of the store
there was a moment of calm – peace till the morning
he’d appreciate the silence
In the dawn light of a winters morning
its very hard to see
why the important man with his
very important briefcase
should be stood at the platform
getting covered in snow
if he’d listened to the announcer –
a bus arrived two minutes ago
but he let it pass
and like an ass
he stands there in the snow
in the Dim light of the station
Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.
Salford, 17th November 2017
A little dusty here or there
his coat could do with a mend
stuffing coming from a paw
this old bear needs a friend
See all the animals are off to the shops
apart from those that look like they’ve been dropped
now little bear, he wouldnt really mind
if the factory would be a little bit kind
A button for his jacket
and some thread for his paw
and a chance to be hugged
nothing less, nothing more
But just as factory is being shut down
a little lad is being shown round
over by bin – he sees the bear’s frown
and little bears luck is turned around
For in days to come, what fun there will be!
With new tops and buttons – and teddy bears teas…
He may be imperfect – said the boy as he roamed
but he’s my favorite bear – as they head off for home!
Summers days seem to be shortening,
As the light gets darker in the sky
Up in the clouds, winter is playing
Seeding them with creations
All designed by himself, and delivered by the
Great winds, of east and west
Expect a drop in the mercury and
Something tasty to keep you warm
