Tag: living

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Nature Places Poetry

Boxed

Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com.

They Call it “Modern Living”

as they rise up to the sky

colourful boxes in formation

thirty or fourty miles high

You would definately call it colourful

You could also call it cosy

You could even call it sardine-like

as you give your neighbours a nosy

Some like the format of it all

as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way

but some don’t like the shadows

its night in the middle of the day

Balconies round a patch of green

which after sundown, isn’t often seen

watching the clouds pass in the sky

and seeing the odd bird fly by

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Life Poetry

Progress

Salford 21st February 2020

A tale of ‘recovery’ from brain injury by inky

#Fowc #Progress

I

Waking up

Washing face

Without falling or dropping stuff or

Walking out of place

Progress

II

Remembering a face from a

Reel of names without

Reaction causing

Regurgitation

Progress

III

Collecting your Cocoa from

Carol at Costa without

Causing an earthquake

Causing Cascades to the floor

Progress

IV

Reading a really good book, while

Relaxing, without

Rolling into a deep

Sleep

Progress

V

Remembering what you went

Right down the stairs for – without

Reactions, disturbances or plain forgetfulness

Progress

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History Museums Poetry

The terrace at No3

#Octpowrimo #Cobbledstreets #England #Northern #Salford #Lancashire

A piece of poetry by inky, based on the terraced house on Lark Hill Place. A restored Victorian Street in Salford’s Museum and art gallery.

Old building by cobbles,
Oak table , and chairs
Copper kettle boiling on the stove
near to the stairs



Fruit from the Grocers,
cutup and cored,
is ready for the pie bowl
in the oven its stored

Washboard, and Dolly Tub
in Backyard unhooked
ready for washing
that’s been overlooked

And when its been cleaned
and gleaming with pride
they’ll dry on a line
on pegs hanging outside

Cut up apples in a bowl

Sweep by the cobbles

some work is his goal

so he watches the chimney

as the food cooks on coals


And today, family living here
is having them a guest,
so they’ve laid out the cutlery
and porcelain that is best.

Victorian table, set for dinner with Plates for Soup, mains and pudding.
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Astronomy Childhood Growing up Poetry Space

Spacekid

moondust

Salford, 22nd August 2018

Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium

Many thought you a funny kid

On most nights they’d see you staring into space

Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac

No other subject interested you more

Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon

Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there

Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you

Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper

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Acrostic Home

Inhabit

Inhabit

Living in holes

in the side of a

very high mountain

in warmth and out of the cold

northern wind – was only

going to be the start

 

Logs pulled to ground in an

Instant – and bound together with rope made from

Vines provided shelter and

Instant relief from the wall of rain

Notably

Green from the leaves

 

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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!