District

Acrostic

#FOWC #District

Down in the city

is a network of streets and buildings

some find it puzzling – so

to aid the visiting traveller

regions of the big city have been broken up

in an attempt to make things easier

city dwellers, can’t see these dividing lines though

to them – we all live in the same place

Two Brothers

Animals, Cats, Poetry

A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com

Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse

They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee

Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird

Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?

Anticipate

Poetry, Sport

10th February 2019

#Football

To readers the other side of the big pond – a poem about football or what you call soccer – Inky

While the greats are revered in Bronze

New idols are to be cheered on by the fans

At both ends of the East Lancashire Road

Fans follow every kick , head every ball

Cajoling the ball past the opposition

and bending the ball to safety

Who was it who said

“You never win anything with Kids” ?

The veteran of the Liverpool Side

should have seen it coming

for there’s young lads from Liverpool and Manchester

now tearing down the green grass

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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Image C/o Google Images

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

 

Midnight Salford.jpg

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 ?”