#sounds #acrostic
Sunday evening, is a whole lot quieter than Sunday morning
Outside, the rumble of traffic is down to a minimum
Unless it’s a plane or a train you want to catch
Navigating those roads should be a breeze
Double glazing muffles any noises, and the wildlife are
Sleeping in their beds soundly, keeping warm
#octpowrimo #nature
Salford, 11th October 2018
It’s hard for a seed
To grow up in the big city
As it flies from its mum
And falls to the floor
Drifting in the wind
If lucky, it will land
Onto soft warm soil
But usually, it finds concrete
So it sleeps , and it grows
Fed by the rain
While it finds its own way
Through the sand and the drains
Popping up for sunshine
To the world saying hello
Don’t pull it from the pavement
For a bit, let it grow.
Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment
It begins quietly enough
the sound of birds waking from their nests
and perching themselves on the sculpted columns of buildings
the sound sweetly moves past the windows
joined by a wail of a cat and a dog
arguing over the stray beefburger
dropped the night before
the rumble of tyres – joined by their horns
as products make way from a to b
kids on the march from home to school
noise from records in an aim to look cool
the birds fly away – soon to return
and you have to get up – as your ears start to burn
Greengate, Salford UK
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See that stretch of brown land in front of you
some town hall boffin has planted a seed
watch as the tiny cabins grow
aided by steel, concrete and cables
services for those who use them ?
that’ll come later
when the professionals meet
and mater and pater are pushing prams down the street
when the developer pays his fees
Salford Quays Holiday Inn, taken Late evening (p) Brian F Kirkham 2017
Maybe its the colour of the night sky itself
Its only when the sun goes to bed – does it appear
Dozens , no thousands of stars peppering the dark blue
Night after Night, showing planets and constellations
Inky coloured skies, occasionally diffused by sodium lights below
Great gods from Aries to Orion , telling tales in the sky
Heavens Above! It’s a great sight to watch
The constellations moving in the night sky.
Salford, 4th January 2017
in response to the prompt Crossing
Another day walking down Salford’s streets
networks of transport – getting round’s a treat
but something’s made me smile this new year
creating a grin from to ear to ear
Clopping across the tarmacadam covered road
making his way from his towerblock abode
A noble striped horse – on his way to the shops
off to get his tea he pops
Apples and Grains the order of the day
for the zebra and his family – at home at play
a familiar sight for the locals about
they smile and they wave – they don’t shout
Mr Zebra works all day
whilst Mrs Zebra looks after the kids at play
and kiddie zebras go to school in th’week
playing with friends playing hide and seek
To visitors seeing them – its a surprise
and some of them seeing zebra on road – cries
“Stop fussing!” say locals – “No need for your bossing…”
“Haven’t you ever seen a Zebra Crossing ?”
A reaction to the many museums, theatres, art galleries and sports venue in and around my home town
Music of many kinds can be found on my doorstep
Artworks adorn many a wall – external as well as internal
Northern writers practice their craft
Coming as they do – into the beating
Heart of the conurbation
Expect the beating heart of this vibrant city to
Seek out its poetry set in its roman walls and walkways
Telling tales of its heritage, and past
Everyone outside the city think they know everything there is to know of that place
Round the Mancunian motorway – Its all about the football isn’t it ?
! They would be wrong !
Two leaves rescued from a trip down the drain
travelling down the Trafford Road
The plane leaf – soaring like its mechanical cousin
skipping and dancing on the Salford Wind
The maple leaf – smaller, lighter quicker
playing hopscotch over the sandstone paving
Their brothers and sisters lie bereft
hiding under evergreens to keep out of the rain
as Maple and Plane are captured in colour
Impressions of Autumn – that are brighter and fuller
an English Lancastrian take on the sidewalk prompt
They built new posh buildings
on the old council estate
A Health centre and Hotel,
They say it looks great!
They built them on the footprint
of an old council school
and built new school on terrace
They say it looks cool!
But take a look around,
and you wont have to guess
where the normal folk live
they’ve left it a mess.
As the brickies laid walls,
they didn’t seem to crack,
the pavements round buildings,
they hadn’t the knack
So wi L.E.D Lighting now falling at Night,
the Cracks in the pavement, don’t half look a sight
but look out, dear mr builder, and expect a call
when a little kid or old un in cracks, they do fall
And Moonlight skips over dock and quay
passing over gardens and trees
creating a eerie midnight scene
where once the great ships had been
by the nightshift coming home
And as felines feast
Luna keeps watch
till the sound of the cockerel
and return of the sun
