Heading for the warm

Poetry

#birds #nest #poetry

The mercury retreating was a sign

Restless mums and dads

Feeding their offspring

So flying lessons could begin

Up in the nest

They flapped their wings

Facing the worst

The weather could bring

And out from the nest

They jumped and they flapped

Heading for a tree

Their mum and dad mapped

Leaving the nest

For sunnier climbs

Hoping to return

After the winter time

In Flight

Animals, Birds, Poetry

Salford 26th August 2017

The aviators are circling again

looking for a suitable place to rest

whilst the sun is high in a northern sky

 

Gliding from roof to roof

checking out the pickings

in lined up gardens

 

Unafraid and Unabashed

to businesses back yards they’ll pip

for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)

 

Or land in someones home back yard

looking in food bins for some fish from a tin

or filleted bones that’s been left there in

Calm

Beach, Emotions, Parks

Calm

Crowds sit in seaside hotels

All in a state – the beach is closed because of winds

Local kids cant fly their kites, say the lifeguards

Making the kids unhappy

 

Cause of the distress ?

All due to tomorrows weather forecast,

Look up to the air, at the clear blue sky

Maybe they’ve got it wrong – stop fretting.

 

Cold air’s coming in from the sea

And they say it’s going to whip up some huge waves

Look at the sea tonight though – gently lapping at the shore

Moments of sheer peace as you sit watching the moon

 

Cheerful thing is – there’s still chance to fly

At the local park across the way

Lets not get distressed, we can return to the beach tomorrow

Maybe, we could have some pancakes on our way home

 

Griffin

Acrostic, Animals, Myths

Mythical

Mighty mystical creature of folklore old

Your reputation goes before you

Terrorising the neighbourhoods in days of yore

Head of an eagle, body of a lion

Invincible in flight – no knight could catch you,

Capturer of any treasure hunter wanting to get your gold

Altai mountain kings regard you as their guard

Looking after jewels brought up from the cavesgriffin

 

Old Moggy Mew

Halloween, Poetry

31st October 2016

A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.

Artwork composed using Colorfy

Old Moggy Mew

By Brian F Kirkham

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Old Black cat sits on the broken stone step,

waiting for his owner to appear.

She’s taken to the air in flight

the midnight sky is clear.

And as the stars they move about

A feathered friend appears

An Owl coming from the above loft

“Hello, Cat” he cheers…

somethings brewing on the hill

the ghosts are gathering – feel the chill

moggy mew looks out into hallowed stars

and spots his owner from up there afar

she hovers down softly – and mew leaps on the broom

and with a twitch of the stock – it moves with a zoom

flying cross country and farm and on ranch

as mew holds on tight to the magical branch.

 

A Cat-astrophe

Accidents, Animals, Birds, Cats, Fun, Holidays, Humour, Treat

Plop

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6th September 2016

The scene Blackpool promenade – a local fish and chip emporium

family of four – Mum,Dad and two boys eating , outside in the summer sun – what else but fish? – haddock and chips

the two lads are asked would they like an ice cream

they say yes – meanwhile in the distance a seagull is watching from a safe distance

One asks for Strawberry the other Vanilla – and the boys wait patiently for their ice creams to be delivered.

The Fish shops cat appears into the Blackpool sunshine,  purring away in the hope for some scraps of fish. She follows the waitress, from just a few paces away, as the seagull makes its move. The seagull swoops in – and is stopped by the cat – just as the waitress delivers the ice creams

Chaos ensues, as the cat and seagull rumble for goodies under poor waitresses feet. The Ice Creams land off target and an odd plate of leftovers lands on the floor

Cue the owner – avec sweeping brush and an assistant with two more ice creams – on the house – Cut to a Cat with the spoils and the Seagull with the scraps.

dropped ice cream cone

dropped ice cream cone

 

 

Northerly and westerly

Nature, Poetry, Seaside, Seasons, Weather

in response to the prompt
Wind
 

A Blustery wind

on a stretch of sand

a perfect launchpad

to set off a kite

 

As it captures

the northern breeze

it rises high

and its tail follows

 

Watch as the wind

and the sun in the sky

paint colours down

on the seaside below

 

Twisting and turning

the kite ducks and dives

using the wind

to stay alive

 

Other Kite poems : https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/24/ode-to-a-kite/

The Dragon’s Egg

Animals, Character, Dragons, Fiction, Humour, Poetry

Another tale from the pages of allpoetry.com written by me – Enjoy the read

Some workers were digging
up pipes underground,
when a very large coloured egg
in the sand it was found.

Now, the foreman of th’ site
didn’t know what to do,
so he called up some keepers
from th’ local zoo.

The egg.. it was green,
and blue, brown and red,
and was lain in the ground
deep down in a bed.

A bed of red sand,
of twigs and of clays –
it looked as if th’egg
had been there for days.

Said the worker to foreman –
“where’d it come from?” ,  Said the Foreman – “Dunno!?!”
And just then the egg
it began to glow.

So the keepers arrived,
with their boss from the zoo,
with a team to see if
there was summat they could do.

“it could be a snake” – the zoo boss replied.
Some big builders turned – and ran off to hide!
As builders they gathered to mend their pride,
the keepers could hear a noise from inside…

The head keeper thought –
there was summat amiss,
as the egg it both glowed
and started to hiss.

The little creature inside,
was feeling awfully glum
as all that it wanted was its
Dad and its Mum

“No need for alarm!”, the zoo boss he said
“we need to give th’egg, some sort of bed
nothing to0 great and nothing so grand..”
so the builders brought over some big bags of sand.

So th’egg it was rested
in its warm sandy bed
just as two shadows
loomed overhead.

“Oh Heavens!” cried a builder
“Begorrah! Begad!
I think i’ve just seen
Th’ eggs Mum and Dad!”

Two big scaly dragons, one green and one blue,
over the heads of the people they flew.
The Head Keeper called for everyone’s calm –
he knew that the dragons, didn’t mean any harm.

And little egg it glowed brighter
as little dragon did peck
and Mum and Dad Dragon
landed on th’ deck

And Mummy Dragon landed,
as Dad flew over sky
as dragons egg it opened
and the contents it said “Hi!”

And Dragons’ smiled kindly
nodding thank you to the team.
They named their little lad “Burnie” –
who was their little red dream

They then made their Zoo friends happy,
as they watched three dragons at night
as Mum and Dad took little Burnie
Off on his first little flight.

And then, politely nodding
they said their thanks and goodbye.
As the dragon’s family headed
to their home up high in the sky!

Ode to a Kite

Outdoors, Poetry, Weather

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With the last rays of summer making their way on the horizon in Europe, the mercury retreating, the leaves changing colour and falling from the trees – as well as a pick up in the wind speed it’s been a perfect time to go Kite Flying…so I’ve written this little poem in honour of all those hardy lads and lasses who’ll be out this weekend

Running behind you – it catches the air,
Rising to the clouds without a care.
Colours reflect off its colourful tail
as through the air you watch it sail.
Turning and twisting as you move the line,
Your kite it does cartwheels – everything’s fine!
Turning in circles from east to the west
performing stunts that you think are the best.
But then the wind drops as you give it your all
and little birds take cover as your kite starts to fall.
The wind it slows down as it starts to stop
and your kite it falls gently – in a gradual drop
Landing by entrance – with its tail round the gates
You rescue it and head home – for your dinner plate.