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Digging Up Your Digs

Amongst the mass of paper

the tools of this man’s trade

old typewriter – style laptop

and camera – 1990s grade

Books – you’d call them classics

Kipling, Hawks, Horwood, and Fforde ?

Sharing a space with this writer

I’m sure its a kind of reward

Doodles and paintings a plenty

conserved by a layer of dust

cartoons and landscapes from windows

should we show them ? Yes we must!

Billy the Conqueror

Childhood, Fun, Poetry, Schooldays, Tale

Conquer

 

Could it be fate, that

at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?

In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching

Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter

into a hundred different pieces

over the tarmac floor

But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye

Putting the bootlace back in his pocket

he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree

Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered

whilst lads in the playground greatly revered

the conker as hard as a diamond….

and its owner – William – the Conkeror!

A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉

Ancient

Heritage, Historical, History, Places, Poetry

Roman Wall & Sheep_PaintingAncient

Ancient

by B.F. Kirkham

Salford, 20th October 2016

 

Among the Modern tower blocks

and chic café quarters

the old bricks tell tales

of the city history

 

Listen very carefully,

and beyond the sounds

of modern cars

different wheels are turning

 

Steam whistles pipe

as the engine wheels turn

and locos roll on

like it was yesterday

 

Aircraft await

their signal to move

ready to go

with a simple jump

 

Whilst across the road

Legions Amass by Roman Bricks

Preparing to March

Down Liverpool Road

 

And Young Glass buildings

Smile in the night

Breaking the silence with juvenile quips

“Hey Grandad….You’re Ancient!”

Standing Statues

Art, Heritage, Historical, History, Industrial, Photography, Poetry
The Cargo cranes of Manchester Docks, captured on my camera and

The Cargo cranes of Manchester Docks, captured on my camera and “Drawn” using photoshop – Now a happy memory as the cranes are no longer there. Captured and Created by the author.

A tale of the old cargo cranes that once stood proud by Ontario Basin on Salford Quays.

They stood side by side
On the edge of the basin
Dressed in their regal blue
The sky above as clear as day
With the sun reflecting their noble form in shadow.
Once giants of the waters edge
Two Colossus of their time
Lifting precious cargo from ships from far and wide

The mighty ships have left now
No longer passing by.
Stopping now at another destination.
The birds in the skies the cranes only friends
As new craft live in their basin
Their noble arms no longer needed
As the boats are too small now
For them to give aid.

The Field Gun

Military, Museums, War

A poem about the Field Gun, that fired the first shot of World war I. Normally on display at Imperial War Museum North, in Trafford, It’s currently on tour around the commonwealth as part of World War I Centenary Celebrations.

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The Field Gun, Currently on a Worldwide tour commemorating World War 1, pictured at its regular home of IWM North in Trafford

It sits in its home
on Parade
its seats as clean as
on the day it were made

Its Armour shines bright
like it looked on day one
but its many a day
its sat in the sun

As it lined up presented
by those men in the ranks
facing the mortars, the mines
and the tanks

As the generals gave order
and it fired the first shell
it started the barrage
and sounded like hell

But now, its retired
Amongst army friends
and teaching those lessons
never really ends

But note as you pass it
as you look back
the hole in its armour
from the enemy attack.

A poem about the Field Gun, that fired the first shot of World war I on display at Imperial War Museum North