#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
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 ?
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
Salford 11th January 2019
The street looks empty
as the curtains opened
to another day
But up in the tree
opposite the house, someone
feathered is watching
Keeping an eye out
for the dropping of breadcrumbs
In a neighbours backyard
#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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Image C/o Google Images
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 ?”
