#Fowc #Rebel
Salford, 6th July 2019
the one everyone remembered at school
not breaking the rules, just bending them
wearing skirts just above regulation
and turning up just in time avoiding detention
her fellow classmates – adored her act
popularity in the school yard ? – an absolute fact
but the lad in the library – reading his books
was the one she was after – if only he looked.
#FOWC #Inkdrop
By an act of gravity
launched from a fountain pen
over the white letter paper
the ink made its mark
Born out of a fault
launch of an identity
over time
that developed
Beginnings of a character
living on its on line home
out of nowhere
the footprints spread
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.
#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
