Burnt Orange

People
A head to turn heads

When you entered the room

Instantly, you turned the boys heads

Like Desdemona had arrived

Dynamic

Heaven’s angel mixed with Hell’s fury

Only time would decide what happened next

Meeting up with old friends

By the banks of the waterside

Reality – you would be back at your post come morning

Expectations – out of the window.

Celebration

Acrostic, Freedom of Expression

Another piece from Inky, in response to richa’s Freedom of Expression Challenge

Crack open the party poppers, for its an

Extra special day today

Lots of people are coming to share in

Excitement, in honour of somebody who’s having a really significant

Birthday….

raise the roof

and dance till you drop….

tell the celebrant how loved they are

on their very special day – and

never forget to enjoy yourselves too!

Umbrella

Poetry

#octpowrimo #umbrella #acrostic #life #friends

Monday, 15th October

An acrostic by inky

Problems occur like the morning rain

Reality is, that’s what life has to throw at you

Each little problem, obstacle or challenge

Can topple you in an instant , however

In case you need them … there are

People who can help you,

In your hour of need

They’re there at a moments notice

An umbrella from the dropping rain

They’re your friends, pals, buddies

In sight, in rain or shine

On good days or bad

Never forgetting you and bringing a smile

Old Friends

Poetry, Schooldays

Note from Inky:

Cheers to

https://serafinajayne.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/friendship/

for the prompt

 

You’ve been around for a bit

going round in the same circles

but passing each other without noticing

 

You shared everything

from gobstoppers to pencil cases

and spots on the high school bus

 

Your paths met

a lifetime fork in the road

as you went one way, and they went another

 

You wandered where they ended up

No phone calls letters or e-mails

Till one day – a message – “You’ve got mail”

 

Arrangements made

and best suit pressed

for a meet of the whole year – most impressed

 

And as you reach, the dance hall door

your old friends sat waiting – like you knew them before

as you head out to venture the dance hall floor

Relief!

Growing up, Life, Poetry, Schooldays

Relieved

The message responded to,

the seed of panic begins to grow

old faces from the past

you haven’t seen for years

 

Contact – thin on the ground

Telephone – no obvious sound

haven’t seen many of them around

feeling like a lost and found

 

As day grows near – you wander more

what you want to be there for ?

ghosts of past – appear no end

enough to drive you round the bend

 

You go to the place – and to your surprise

a friendly face – you’re recognised

nerves begin to ease a while

as old chums welcome you with a smile

 

Distant

Acrostic, Poetry

Distant

Salford, 4th June 2017

 

Days have passed

in the air i hear the sounds of cheering

someone is making the children smile

tonight – we don’t forget – we carry on and remember

and defy the eedjits who thought bringing tears to our streets would change things

never forget – we’re the hearts that make our

county tick – keep on laughing, keep on smiling

embrace every second – enjoy every minute

Midnight M5

Home, Life, Places, Poetry, Transport, Travel

Salford Quays and Manchester Piccadilly, 25th June 2010

 

The wheels of the tram roll in as

the sun descends over Ontario Basin

The moon sits proudly in a northern sky

shining on the remains of a fallen earth

 

Moonlight casts its light like a net

over water, concrete and glass

rainbow lights flicker on the waters edge

as glitterballs twinkle

 

Music played from off afar

buskers collect tips in their hats and jars

sirens cut the peace as peacemakers go cross the town

and cleaning crew vehicles cover the ground

 

And maidens of the day

make their way in the coloured light

as moon shines brightly

and stars guide through the night

 

The final buses are making their way

no more time to go and play

so its drinking a beverage in the late night caff

talking with mates and having a laugh.

Little Ghost

Ghosts, Poetry, Spooky

A poem in response to the prompt

Ghost

A little ghost went out to play

but found the children ran away

when he appeared that hallowed night

and wondered what gave them a fright

He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house

with no one to speak to but a passing mouse

who after seeing our friend with a squeak

ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!

But then one night of All Hallows’ eve

an old black cat, was playing in leaves

he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head

and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,

chanting and wailing and all going boo!

And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place

made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve

dont be frightened or worried and just believe

as the hosts have their tea at little ghosts place

the one where the host has a bluish white face

Connection

Growing up, Life, People, Poetry, Romance, Schooldays

In response to the daily post discover challenge Connection

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Connection

by Brian F Kirkham

3rd August 2016

 

When we were younger

we played in the park

communicating between trees

through a piece of string

 

Walking hand in hand

through the marigolds

whispering sweet nothings

as we picked daisies

 

Playing games

Sharing laughs

on the swings

in the park

 

Growing up – still friends

but distance the great divider

as you flew over land

my feet on the floor

 

Good Friends apart

the string uncut

now sharing messages

over the internet