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Food Poetry Sport Sports

Messi/Messy

#Slampoetry #writeclub

A piece of slam poetry written for the Monday Writeclub….

Chips by Inky…..created with painnt (p) Nov 2020 Inkdropk

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
A Michelin man – bobble hat and all
about to see his value fall
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last chip had passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
match programme and ticket held safely away
so why did you drop your pre-match food tray?
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause…

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Poetry

Dropped

#Writeclub #Slampoetry

Todays attempt at slam poetry, created in the on-line session of #writeclub

Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last whole chip passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause….

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Poetry

Something Fishy

Nothing better served than fresh fish!

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Heritage Historical Industrial Water

Stopped

#waterwheel #promptuarium

There was a time, where this mighty wheel

would turn the stones, that would crush the wheat

for the flour that made your morning bread

Today however, it’s taking a day off

for some clever person thought

chucking stones into a stream

was a good idea

and while the fish go another direction

along the river bank

the mill wheel sits there , waiting

waiting for the water to return

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Character Poetry Water

The Iceberg

#writeclub #challenge

Its floating in the sea

like an unseen Bazooka

Shadows casting over

bright blue water

Birds sing out to

their fishing friends below

Careful all –

Its squeaky bum time!

But out there in the cold

This mountain of ice wails –

I ONLY WANT A HUG

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Character Poetry

Icebergs

#Writeclub #Poetry #Icebergs

2nd November 2020

A piece written for the online writeclub on something a little frosty, but even they have a bit of character!

They’re floating in the sea

like unseen Bazookas

Their glacial shadows casting

over the cold blue water

as the fleet of little boats

navigate around them

Birds sing out a warning to

their fisherman friends below

Careful dear friends – its squeeky bum time!

but out in the depths – the ice mountains wail

their triangular forms weighed down in discombobulation

Its lonely out here – we only want a hug!

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Acrostic

Silver

#writephoto #silver

Water reflecting sunlight, Image by SC Vincent

Should any foolhardy person want to go treasure hunting

it’s not the treasure horde of a

long lost pirate down in that water

view you see is merely Ra peering at himself in a mirror

even if you went down into the depths

reflections would evaporate….and you would only be saying Hi to fish.

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Acrostic Cooking Food Home

Ode to a fish slice

Salford, 17th May 2020

The latest challenge to members of the write club

Write a poem on a kitchen utensil……i did mine on a fish slice

Oh noble utensil

Rescuer of the friday night supper

As the chips cook under the lights under the grill

Note as you look after your charge

Guiding it around so its batter armour doesn’t break

Even your fellow utensils on the range know – this takes patience.

And when its time for the king of the cod to

Meet up with his army of

Brilliantly browned potatoes

Every precaution is taken to

Rest his majesty into the protection of his soldiers

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Nature Poetry Water

Oulipo – part deux

Salford 16th May 2020

Following on from yesterday’s oulipo here’s my go of an Oulipo based on Walter de la mare’s poem – Silver

Here’s my take :-

Slowly silently now the moose

walks the nightmare in his simian shoon

this way and that he peers and sees

Simian fry upon simian tremeloes

One by one the cashiers catch

his bearskins beneath the silvery thegn

Couched in his Kernel, like a logjam

with paybeds of simian sleeps the dogfish

From their shaky cotton the white britches peep

of downs in simian fed sleep

a heap mouthpiece goes scampering by

with simian claws and simian eye

and moveless fishmongers in watercolour dream

in simian reels in simian streams

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Nature Poetry Water

Stillness

Salford 4th May

#stillness #writeclub

Calmness lives across the bay

No golden trams rumbling past

No ripples or young fish at play

No parties of football fans starting to mass

Somewhere beyond the water deep

The King of the Salmon is down in his keep

But with no other fisherman making them leap

He’s resting among greenery – fast asleep

The trees by the water – are eerily still

No wind to speak of – so they aren’t bending at will

The wildlife sit in the branches of trees

As the mercury rises by a couple of degrees

And strange as it is – the birds make no noise

Sat on their metal perch – with perfect poise

Watching the bubbles of the fish in the Deep

Watching the fish in their home – fast asleep