City

Falling through the cracks

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Poetry

#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

Cacophony

Cityscapes, Life, Poetry

Cacophony

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

 

 

Dense

Architecture, Buildings, Family, Home, Life

Greengate, Salford UK

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Dense

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

Midnight Blue

Acrostic, Astronomy, Poetry

 

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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.

(Zebra) Crossing

Animals, Fun, Poetry, Schooldays

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 ?”

City of Culture

Acrostic, Art, Arts

Culture

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 !

Impressions of Autumn

Art, Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Places, Poetry, Seasons

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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

Cracks in the pavement

Buildings, Cities, Poetry

Sidewalk

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

Dark and Light

Cities, Cityscapes

Darkness

Satellite in the earths sky
lights up the darkness
as one half swaps the sun with the other
casting its shimmering net over the water
And out of the darkness
from behind the trees and bins
furry shadows are sharpened
by the dusting of light from the moon
Pawprints disperse in the dockside puddles
as suppertime treats await
from the fisherman’s throwaways

 

And Moonlight skips over dock and quay
passing over gardens and trees
creating a eerie midnight scene
where once the great ships had been

As moonlight skips over marshmallow clouds
light flickers through the velvet of night
silence only broken

by the nightshift coming home

And as felines feast
Luna keeps watch
till the sound of the cockerel
and return of the sun

In the city

Cities

City

A tale of the city I live in…enjoy

It started as an outpost

a place so far from Rome

people soon put down roots

and began to call it home

 

Waters ran from rivers to well

and before the flush toilet – O what a smell!

Horse and Cart instead of the car

brought goods round from near and far

 

Inventors improved things – bringing light to the night

burning a gas that burned bright white

Theories exchanged – via great schools of thought

as on the dockside , commodities were bought

 

But as things changed – so did life

Entertainment phased out trouble and strife

Theatres and Football if you were in to sport

as visitors came visiting this brand new port

 

Museum’s taught the tales of the place

and seeing the objects – they thought they were ace

learning about engines, tractors and trains

that went over rails crossing valleys and plains

 

But still city grows as the minute hand moves

as new companies settle and start a new groove

As water still passes down canal it does go

passengers visit on boats as it flows.