Moon Man

Poetry, Space

Salford 12th September 2018

#promptuarium #Visitor

 

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When the men from the rocket

landed on the moon

they weren’t expecting

a reception committee

 

The locals hadn’t seen Astronauts

and invited them to tea

they looked a little different

but acted like you and me

 

And they helped the men collect

rocks and soil from the ground

as the bosses from earth

wanted to know – if there was life around

 

And after the ‘nauts had left for home

the moon people to earth would go

to learn about their next door neighbours

in their fancy UFO

Spacekid

Astronomy, Childhood, Growing up, Poetry, Space

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

Silouhette

Acrostic

Silhouette

Some call him a shadowy figure

If you look at the wall carefully enough and

Look, you may just recognise him

He definitely has a definable shape

Of course – you would have a problem catching the real him

Unless you find the door or window that’s casting his form

Even then – he may be standing far away

The Moon casting his form on the wall

Take a look behind you – there’s nobody there – he’s

Exited the room under cover of darkness

Shiny things

Art Gallery, Astronomy, Museum, Museums, Photography

Salford 16th August 2017

taken by inky like a magpie in summer, and collated for your enjoyment in response to the daily post

Ooh, Shiny!

1. Diamond backed frog with two coins of the realm

2. The Moon, taken from a Salford Sky at Night

3. Plane in the test flight area of the RAF Museum at Cosford

4. Oldham Museum and Art Gallery – with its glass roof

5 .  Coins

6.  Pottery at Salford Museum and art Gallery

7.  Imperial War Museum North’s Metal “Shattered Earth” – Really Shiny on Summer days

Goodbye Sun, Hello Moon

Astronomy, Beach, Poetry, Weather

Another tale poached from my repository at Allpoetry.com by me – Hope you Like it

The sun set on the sand , that summers night,
heading to brighten another place bright.
It slowly went behind the sea
and shimmered on waters, in front of me
The sky changed colour from blue to red,
and slowly the sun dipped its head.
And as the sun dipped behind the bay
stars of afar began to display.
It took a while to make a mark
the moon appearing in an arc.
A carpet of stars appeared from up high
twinkling as I passed them by
and water in the bay, reflected the light
of the new moon that lit up the night.

Storms a Passing

Poetry, Weather

From the Archive at Allpoetry.com, thought i’d share this one – a poem on the rain!

 

The field needs a watering
so nature gives a hand
layering the clouds so
they’re above the land

As sun heads off
to the other side of the world
the pockets of clouds are
about to be unfurled

dropping the contents
onto fields that are green
growing the veggies
the peas, potatoes and beans

And as water falls
it refreshes the soil
so the farmer has no problems
and his plough does not toil

But the best thing of the night
apart from the moon
is the red sky of evening
good weathers coming soon

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.