Tag: Development

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Poetry

Hope

The men with the money

were at the soup kitchen today

a place where the homeless

go for their lunch

The men with the money

say there’s plenty of homes

they’re dropping them on the council land

like bits of confetti

And the men with the money

say its all been approved

while they cut out the affordable

and the homeless were moved

Where did they go – on the darkest of nights

to a place that was open – avoiding the fights

away from the shiny bright towers of the rich

not far from the spot – they call their pitch

But out of the darkness – a small ray of light

as a lad finds himself a bed for the night

and cheers in abundance as his pals they all smile

as he’ll be out of the cold and the rain for a while

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Poetry

Unmapped

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source : The Fourth Bear, Jasper Fforde, P.155

when you look out towards the river

you’ll spot a swathe of green

amongst the towering skyscrapers

its the prettiest place you’ll have seen

The fathers are sat perplexed at the mo,

for they’ve been offered some cash to bestow

so long as the man wi the concrete

can dig up the trees that do grow

And the maps are recording it “Untouched”

so it costs less for builder to build

and no chance of digging up something

that will see sight of money unforfilled

But locals that live there are anguished,

and want to keep their patch of green

they’re making a move on the town hall

to ensure that the diggers not seen

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Nature People Places

Devastation

Devastation

25th January 2017

They’re chopping down a field of trees

in the name of education,

they need the wood you see

“For the pencils!” they all plea

 

but its not just education

but houses and furniture too

there’s plots of brown compacted soil

where once – a lush forest grew

 

And passing through the area

down a freshly tarmacked road

you can see where JCBs dug up land

to build some new abode

 

But Parents children and Grandparents too

don’t like losing the plot of their trees

so they’re stood outside the entrance

hoping someone will hear their pleas.

 

For what is the sign of progress ?

clogged roads and towers – they’re not keen

they prefer their homes nice and quiet

in their oasis of green.

 

 

 

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Home Inspiration Nature Parks Places

Gone

Salford, 3rd January 2017

in response to the prompt

Gone

The streets I knew have long since gone

covered up by flagstones and tarmac.

Veterans of those halcyon days

now sit broken tween two sets of fenceposts

 

Communities cast off

to towering islands

boxed up accommodation

piled up to the sky

 

Old friends apart

separated by miles

distanced by development

making moneymen smile

 

And newcomers have

no sense of history

except for the old hall to the west

with its gardens and trees

 

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Religion

Is anything sacred ?

Sacred

They’re tearing down temples

for a flash B & B

The places of worship,

they think they are twee.

 

They’re moving the pulpits

to community halls

whilst taking a digger

to break down brick walls

 

In name they call – “Progress”

Its the communities loss

for the one who wont replace it –

is the man they call “Boss”

 

But the leader of worship –

you see – he’s no fool

for the church comes attached

with its very own school

 

So one way or another

the sacred worship will survive

as the church all meets in the school

where together – they thrive.

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Nature Outdoors Poetry

Deserted

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In response to the prompt

 

Desert

These sands were once a vibrant place

The waters cool and clear as day

Till someone thought it would be cool

and treat the beach folk as complete fools

They started taking things away

No more could little ones play

and as developers they all did cheer

the lake and waters all disappeared

And so with exceptions of the cactus plants

the underground beetles and squadrons of ants

the sands are no longer a place to play,

for the sands are deserted – there’s now’t else to say.

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Home Life Nature

Down my Street

Street

I remember the land the house i live in sat on

It was rugged wild and abandoned

The locals called it – The croft

The only sign of human existence before the docks?  The job centre.

 

A place for last years sofa

broken tables and chairs

A repository for a town kids

Private street corner Den

 

Wildlife aplenty – hovering round skips

A free meal all wrapped up – abandoned fish and chips

As feathered friends hover across from the docks

Looking for spoils aside from the locks

 

But then comes the lorries – with builders in tow

and the kids and the wildlife are all dealt a blow

as the builders make new homes on the site of the croft

with fancy new windows and doors and lofts.

 

The kids may have gone – but they play in the street

whilst the wildlife – in gardens – they think its a treat!

as they live in the trees of their new abode

just by the site of the widened main road.