Charlie

Growing up, Life, Poetry, Romance, Romantic

Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?

For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down

Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand

Even though the words in the head I’d planned

a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind

sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind

Catching me out with those dark brown eyes

Occasional glances catch me by surprise

Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near

No more than friends, to me that is clear

Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile

With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile

Memories of a glass bottomed boat

Poetry

Rhodes, 18th October 2018

Watched with intent

As Mediterranean blue

Mixed with Aegean aqua

Travelling over waves

As crabs met tentacles

Admiring the land lubbers

Shellfish communicate with conch

The shows about to start

As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish

In an instant they appear

Waving a fin or a tentacle

In the greenest of blues

Catch of the day

Passes along the hull

To say hello and goodbye

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

Plasticine

Poetry

#octpowrimo #acrostic #people #life

Salford 14th October 2018

People

Look quite solid, when we are born

As we grow up, things change

Shaped by our elders, our teachers, our friends

Then formed by experience

In time, a degree of fluidity comes into play

Creativity, expression, emotion and love

Inscribed onto our characters and

New relationships…creating new

Experiences

Things people play with

Photography, Poetry, Toys

#cffc #thingspeopleplaywith #octpowrimo

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Puzzles

perplexing

confusing

trialling

three words to describe an imagine puzzle

they arrive at the recipients house…fully completed

seems easy doesn’t it ?   The simplest of objectives

dismantle and reconstruct

my advice….leave them in the cellophane

if you value a shred of your sanity

for once opened….it’ll take it bit by bit.

Making my way through Maps

Learning, Life, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

#365daysofwriting #Backtoschool

Salford 25th July 2018

If i could go back to school, to master a subject – i reckon it would be Geography i’d do

Not English or History (even though i’ve got an interest in those subjects) – Geography.

You see, even though i’ve made my way through the toughest routefinder map, i still have my doubts how all those lines determine height and depth.  It would interest me no end on how those maps of mine translate to modern day life.

It might also fill an hour (or two) of my day. with some unofficial field trips to the pennines and lake district 🙂

La Mer

Character, Poetry

21st July 2018

#Sea #Mer #Water

Take me to the sea.

It’s the blue stuff most of the sea creatures rely on

It’s home for the whale, the shark and even the dolphin

(though you’ll never see the dolphin taking its waters)

forever being topped up by mother nature

and the clouds in the skies

What its favourite pastime ? Creating waves

If the boats want to take them on – let them

Navigating their way by sail to unseen treasures

Down in the deep

Heading out west

Animals, Life, Photography, Weather

Salford 19th June 2018

#life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning

I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know

I spotted two aircraft travelling over the skies of Salford this morning. Don’t know where they were going, but I’m sure it was some place nice and hot. Sun is slowly making its way above the horizon in the east, soon it will be bright and sunny

The soft rolling traffic from the early morning Trafford road makes a somewhat pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the ticking clock. But in what’s now known as a twenty four hour society/world , there’s always deliveries to be made, early morning jobs to get to and work to be done

There’s a break in the quiet rumble of the traffic, as a Motorcycle rider mistakes one of the carriageways for a stretch of the Isle of Man TT race course. It’s awoken the pigeons kipping in the eaves of the nearby apartment block.

Another trail of white crosses the Salford skies as the rumble of early morning traffic continues. The broadcasters will be preparing the news items for delivery about now, whilst out on the waterfront, as the deliveries come in and out of the factories of Trafford park, and noise from The Trafford road begins to grow, feathered residents of the nearby basins are flexing their webbed feet , attending to cygnets and goslings all and pondering the really important issues of the day,

What’s for breakfast ?