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Colours Poetry

Burnt Sienna

Salford, 15th September

#CYW #BurntSienna

I recall a leather chair

the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning

it’s sound as I got my back into its folds

it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food

Looking out beyond the glass

in a warm seat

looking out for snowmen

beyond the garden fence

Sitting there quietly

watching the snowflakes

fall to the ground

whilst warming my hands on a hot mug

Categories
Garden Industrial Nature

Stumped!

Salford 13th July 2017

Stump

The powers that be

planted big deciduous trees

in the grounds of a locality

so it would look nice

for the men with money

 

The local kids – loved it

Playing games under the leaves

and climbing up high on the branches

getting a view of the boaters

on the watery basin

 

Change of heart

led to a start

where wood was taken apart

for parts of a chair

the kids – they just stared

 

Returning to the scene

of the crime extreme

either side of the lane

stumps of wood – showing grain

and locals anger does mount – all kids do is count

 

For what was the point

of cutting down a grand high tree

that caused no problems for any of thee

when all the wood from tree that’s bought

just goes into a chair – that makes you look short ?

Categories
Buildings Home Life Poetry

Home

a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.

its had a bit of a brush up….inky.

empty windows, front and back

This old terraced house has seen an attack

lined up un boarded on a desolate street

overgrown garden weeds under feet

But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair

take a few seconds to take in the air

theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street

with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat

fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats

clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat

throw in a cooker, a table a bed

not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed

add in a telly, some stuff that is yours

with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors

plant your own flowers in garden and see

the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝

this unloved old place, can soon be called home

as many a family, spreads out and does roam

it’s the people in the building that make it their own

which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!

Categories
Acrostic Colours Home Poetry

Table

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#CYW #Coloryourworld #Mahogany

Taken from a far away jungle

and crafted , moulded and varnished in a carpenters shop

bought to order by the lady of the house so fellow

lords and ladies can sit around the finest mahogany and

enjoy a well prepared feast

Categories
Acrostic Home Poetry

Interior

interior

 

2nd January 2017

It’s that place away from the winter weather,

never understated – because it’s yours

tables and chairs in the kitchen-cum-diner, settee and TV in the lounge

each room containing its own mark made by you

rugs with interesting patterns laid on hard wood floors

intrinsic patterns that took an age to fit

on the whole – its the way you thought it out, a

really nice, warm and inviting home.

Categories
Acrostic Tradition

Bespoke

Bespoke

Born from a humble oak or beech

Everybody wants this latest crafted item

Superbly fashioned by a master craftsman –

Perfect for Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch and Tea

Overall, the quality is second to none

Kept fresh by the finest oils and polishes

Everyone who wants it – are in a hurry to have it

Categories
Outdoors Parks Poetry

Stump

oak

in response to Stump

From an idea of Spike Milligan…hope he’s laughing up there

They chopped down a giant tree
And left its heart in the ground
The tree it didn’t complain
But for the thump there was no sound

They used its wood to make a chair
For an elevated man declared
Who was indeed a man of state
He thought the idea was great

So leaving behind the trees own stump
On a grand chair he rests his rump
But there is a problem with this seat he bought
It makes him look tremendously short

So question posed by poet is this
The kudos of grandeur? There’s something amiss
Why chop a king of the forest so tall
If it makes the great man look so small ?

Categories
Time

Thirty Minutes

Another Allpoetry Silver winner – write about thirty minutes they said – so I did!

Thirty Minutes
Half an hour
two thirds into a half of a football match
time to land that important catch

Flat packed tables with allen keys
time taken for movement in calm seas
and time for the water to reach out to shore
and time taken for your team to score

Used quite soundly you can make new things
and put in the garden a sea-saw and swings
to let your kids out in the garden for hours
playing amongst the grass and the flowers